Murong Lan took a step forward: "You originally joined the Tiandao Alliance and became a god, just to find a way to lift the curse of the holy tree. But now with the relationship between Doupeng and you, this cooperation can no longer continue. In this case,
Why not take your tribe back to your hometown? This is the best choice I can think of for you. Brother, can you listen to me this time?"
The black robe sighed softly: "Little sister, it's not that I haven't considered your proposal, but I will never leave the fate of our entire Murong clan in the hands of outsiders at any time. I am not with Liu Yu now."
When negotiating peace, because they have the advantage, if I really leave and hand over the whole city, how can you guarantee that the Jin army will not enter the city? Even if Liu Yu is willing to keep this promise, will his soldiers be willing?"
Murong Lan gritted his teeth: "He is a man of his word, you should know this."
The black robe said coldly: "You haven't even told him about your proposal, so why are you talking so much? He said to open a passage and let me go. Even if he can do it, will his men be willing? This
If I leave at this time, the people in this city will be dispersed. If the Jin army attacks the city at this time, can you hold it?"
Murong Lan was so choked that she couldn't speak. After a long time, she sighed: "After all, you still can't trust Liu Yu. Also, your hatred with him is as deep as the sea, so how can you believe that he is willing to let you go?
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The black robe gritted his teeth: "For the Murong family and for Dayan, I have given up too much. I have spent my whole life pursuing the way to break the curse. Now I am asked to give up halfway like this. I am really not willing to do it, let alone whether we can give it to you.
If we return to Liaodong, even if we return to Liaodong, will the problem be solved? I have said long ago that if we fail to do that crucial step in the end, we will not be able to turn things around and change this life!"
Murong Lan said solemnly: "Even if there is such a fate, all our tribesmen will face it together. Why do you make decisions for them? You keep saying that you want to change and lift the curse, but you have harmed many people.
If you die, then what’s the point if the curse is not lifted?”
The black robe's eyes sparkled, and he wanted to speak out to refute, but was speechless for the moment.
Murong Lan sighed, took a step forward, and took the hand in black robe. The ghost claw, which was as thin as thousand-year-old tree bark and exuded the smell of decay and death, was intimidating. However, Murong Lan held it in his hand like this.
The robe was stunned for a moment, and instinctively wanted to pull it out, but she felt a warmth pouring into her heart, and she heard Murong Lan's soft voice in her ears: "Brother, I know that you have been working for our clan all your life.
We are fighting hard for our survival and our future. Even though we act against nature, and even though our crimes are heinous, I still believe in you and have been helping you. But now, our plan may not work. If there is anything we can do
curse…………"
Having said this, Murong Lan turned to point to the city behind her and said in a deep voice: "That is the ambition and greed of our Murong family, which made us overestimate our own strength, thinking that we relied on military power and strategizing, relying on our enemies.
Human control and enslavement can drive all people to be used by us, control their will, and determine their life and death."
The black robe gritted his teeth: "That's not the case. As the leaders of the Murong tribe for generations, our family has the obligation to lead the tribesmen to live a happy life. Why do we have to suffer the hard days in the bitter cold outside the pass for generations?
We can dominate beyond the Great Wall, unify Liaodong, take advantage of the chaos in the Central Plains to seize control of the Central Plains, and let our people live a far better life than our ancestors, what's wrong with that?"
Murong Lan shook his head: "But you also know that there is that damn curse. If this is true, then our Murong family should not take over the Central Plains at all, because our family is fighting for power and killing each other.
These power struggles will bring disaster to the whole world, causing our people, countless Han people and other barbarians to suffer deeply. Even if this kind of fratricide only happened in Liaodong, it would not happen.
Such a huge disaster, but after entering the Central Plains, how many innocent people have we allowed to die in vain because of the curse of our family?!"
The lips in the black robe were trembling slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "No, the curse will be broken soon. Once the Ten Thousand Years of Peace Plan is successful, I can completely eliminate this curse, and our Murong clan can truly rule the world.
Then we can truly live forever, and by then..."
Murong Lan sighed: "Brother, you are really obsessed. In the face of power, all the greed, cruelty, and selfishness of human nature will show up. How could you think that lifting the curse of Lao Shizi will make our family harmonious for generations?
, will our Murong family survive for generations to come?"
"Then the kings of the Sima clan, were they cursed? What happened to their Eight Kings Rebellion? No matter how early the Xiongnu Five Dans were in civil war, or the Han Dynasty's Seven Kingdoms Rebellion, were these clan princes also among them?
Caused by a curse?!"
The black robe's eyes were shining brightly, and he murmured: "Yes, why exactly is that? Is it simply to fight for power?!"
Murong Lan gritted his teeth: "Yes, this power is the power to control life and death in the world and drive them to do anything. When our Murong clan was in Liaodong, we were just the leader of a tribe, and many things in the clan were still complicated.
After discussion, after taking control of the Central Plains, he became the emperor and had the power of life and death over everyone in the area under his jurisdiction. He could even kill his own brothers, sons, and wives with just one word. This kind of shamelessness
The power above has led to infinite greed, causing us to kill each other from generation to generation. You keep saying this is a curse, but I never think so. To put it bluntly, this is just the pursuit of imperial power!"
The black robe sighed softly: "I have been an emperor, but I can give up this power. Little sister, what you said is not right. At least for me, I can even give up the throne. Don't compare me with
The kings of the Sima clan are comparable to those who are obsessed with power!"
Murong Lan shook his head: "Brother, I'm afraid you haven't realized that the damage you have caused to the world and my Murong clan is ten times greater than that of all the kings of the Sima clan combined. When I, Murong, entered the pass,
, with more than 400,000 foot soldiers, hundreds of thousands of registered permanent residents, and millions of men, women, and children combined, countless Han people came to us in troubled times, seeing us as the hope and savior that could keep them alive. They abandoned their fellow citizens.
The Han people are Ran Min, who only knows how to kill cruelly, but they have defected to us, the foreign race. Isn't it because they believe in us that we can bring them a better future?"
This chapter has been completed!