Chapter 293: The True Monarch of Spirit Appearance: Yue Jie Ren’s Disaster
Feiyan heads eight hundred miles northwest to the grassland, and to the north where it meets the desert and Gobi to the west. It is almost the end of the grassland. The rolling hills are no longer visible, and are replaced by winding mountains, like the earth.
The walls towered into the sky.
To get here, you have to pass through vast grasslands and Yuejie tribes along the way. You can see the endless scenery on the grasslands, herds of cattle and sheep, herdsmen singing desolate and distant songs; lovers galloping on horseback; standing horses
The businessman at the lake poured the clear lake water on his face and looked happily at the red sunset in the west.
The direction they were going was to the Wolf Court of the Yuejie people, which was also where the Royal Court was located. It was a place that ordinary people could not approach. Only the chiefs who were invited from each tribe every year were eligible to enter.
That afternoon, at dusk, a figure staggered over, took a step, and appeared a few feet away. His body was covered with mud and blood, and his hair was messy. He looked like he had been robbed by a robber.
Just a beating.
The light cavalry patrolling the Wolf Court came over after hearing the news. When they saw the other party's face, they dismounted one after another. With noble etiquette, they knelt on one knee, clenched their fists and pressed their left shoulders: "Greetings to the Eagle Feather Priest!"
"Take me to see the Great Khan."
Hu Duyan's lips were chapped and peeled, and he said weakly to them. Then someone brought a horse over, letting Hu Duyan ride on it, and escorted him towards the direction of Wolf Court.
The setting sun hangs over the foothills to the west, and the magnificent red clouds shine slantingly on the earth.
The cavalry running all the way, shouting and shouting, headed to a huge camp in front of them. There were no fences, only countless tents, large and small, with various flags and flags connected in series on the tent roofs, fluttering in the wind.
The area below the flags looked like streets and lanes in the city, with countless figures walking around living here. There were also people from the Western Regions pulling carriages, selling the slaves held in the carriages, attracting many barbarian nobles to watch.
The cavalry rushed into the tribe from another direction. In the middle was a huge white divine tent, standing tall like a palace. Through the thick canvas outside, inside were pavilions built by plundered Jin craftsmen.
Stairs lead to various rooms, with white felt and cloth replacing the walls, which looks quite strange.
"Sweat!"
In a house, a plump man, about fifty, wearing a fur hat sewn with mink tail, and a robe sewn with cloth, cotton, and bearskin, was lying on his side on a Western blanket, with a concubine.
Joking.
Someone from outside knelt down at the door: "Eagle Feather Priest is back."
"Where is the high priest?"
Bokuor frowned, and with the help of his concubine, he sat up from the blanket. The gold ring on his earlobe dangled. He wiped the water stains on his fingers, threw the handkerchief to the ground, and strode downstairs.
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In the middle hall, which resembles a court hall, a brazier hanging on the top is swaying with fire. Most of the monarchs, ministers and nobles in the Wolf Court have arrived, looking at the disheveled Hu Duyan in the middle, who is whispering about something.
"Why is he the only one coming back?"
"Looking at this, I'm afraid something happened on the front line."
"The Great Khan is coming."
Seeing Bokuer coming down from the attic, everyone knelt down on one knee to say hello. As a priest, Huduyan had different etiquette from them. He just clenched his fists on his shoulders and bowed slightly.
"Huduyan pays homage to the Great Khan."
"Where is the high priest?" Seeing his appearance, Bokuoer actually had a bad premonition in his heart. He was actually unwilling to attack Feiyan Pass in this eastern expedition and enter the northern land of Jin again.
, in the war five years ago, although we fought in, many Yue Jie people died in the back, which resulted in a great loss of strength in the past few years. After finally recovering some, the high priest took tens of thousands of troops with him.
Kill to Feiyan Pass.
As the Great Khan, I was already unhappy because I had no ability to control the military.
Now that the high priest has not returned and the Eagle Feather High Priest is acting like this, apart from feeling sorry for the troops who are going on the expedition, I also have the slightest expectation in my heart...
Sure enough, Hu Duyan suddenly knelt down and said what was considered good news to him.
"The high priest... was killed by a monk from Jin State."
In the hall, military ministers and nobles, big and small, suddenly started making a noise.
In their memories, the high priest was a being with profound magical power. They had watched the high priest when they were young, and now that they are old, the high priest is still there, just like he was decades ago.
Regardless of whether he has magic power or not, no one dares to question it.
But when I suddenly heard that the all-powerful high priest had been killed, my first thought was that Hu Duyan was lying. But when the other person took out the human skin with the wolf tattoo from his arms, they all gasped.
tone.
Pokoer, who was in the first place, almost fell down from his seat.
That was the tattoo on the high priest's chest. He would not forget it for a few decades. He immediately asked the guards to bring up the human skin and inspected it inch by inch. He also called the priest who was staying in the god's tent.
A deer-headed priest, three eagle feathers, and more than thirty gray sheep all cried when they heard the death of the high priest.
You already know the answer without asking.
He looked at Hu Duyan, and the priests around him also looked over and asked how the high priest was killed.
"When I tried my best to bring the high priest out, the high priest was still alive...but only his last breath was left...The high priest said that he should let the Great Khan manage Yuejie well to guard against Jin's attack. If there is a chance, he will definitely
Avenge him!"
These words may be true or false, not to mention that the person is dead, so Huduyan can only say whatever he says. Even if the priest suspects it, he can't provide any evidence, so he can only think about it in his heart.
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And they still don't believe that Hu Duyan's little cultivation can assassinate the high priest.
"The high priest is dead, and he is still concerned about Yuejie." Bakuoer suppressed the excitement in his heart, with a sad look on his face. He waved his hand and asked someone to take the man's belt away, "The high priest's
The body can no longer be brought back, so this skin has been used to replace the body. Tomorrow there will be a grand burial ceremony to pray for the high priest."
The remaining priests all nodded in agreement and looked sadly as the guards took the human skin away.
"Huduyan, go down and rest. If you bring the high priest back, this credit will be recorded not only by me, but also by the god's tent."
"Thank you, profusely!"
Hu Duyan knelt down on one knee, bowed his head, and under the messy hair, the corners of his mouth curled up.
Soon, he exited the royal tent and followed the priests to the divine tent. Far to the southeast, groups of cattle and sheep were being driven back to their pens in the glow by a few herdsmen.
Amid the shouts, there was an exclamation coming from a distance. A tribal woman holding a child pointed into the distance. A black figure with a bare upper body ran wildly, with a lake of flesh and blood on her chest.
The herdsmen who saw this scene exclaimed.
Then, a light shone on their faces, with the softness of a breeze, but also the discomfort of piercing the eyes. Many people raised their heads one after another, and saw a golden light flying from the sky behind the disheveled figure running wildly.
"what is that?!"
"Could it be that the gods came down from the clouds?"
Outside the tent, a crowd of herdsmen gathered in a dark crowd, speaking in Yuejie language and making surprising guesses. Most of the herdsmen on the grassland believed in gods and knelt on the ground one after another.
The next moment, more golden light flew from the southeast, whipping up huge air waves and forming strong winds, which overturned them and their tents to the ground.
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At the same time, Hu Duyan walked into the divine tent, and after being treated by the two priests, he lay down to sleep. However, as soon as the people left, he got up and quietly left the tent, and walked deep into the divine tent.
The priest's tent contains many classics from the Jin Kingdom in the south, as well as sheepskin scrolls recorded by ancestors from the western regions and grasslands.
"Only I can become the high priest and lead you to a more glorious path."
"...Hunxie, where did you hide the spell to communicate with the White Wolf God?"
Hu Duyan rummaged through the bookshelves, and finally found a roll of sheepskin in the drawer under the Jin bookshelf on the left side of the first place. Just as he was unfolding it, a priest walked in.
"Huduyan, what are you doing?!"
The person who came was also an eagle feather priest, so naturally he was not afraid of calling him poisonous and dared to call him by his first name.
In reply to the priest, a huge wolf head bloomed in the air and swallowed his head in one bite. Blood spurted out from the broken neck and splashed around, staining the white tent with spots of blood.
Huduyan ignored the fallen corpse, but sat on Huixie's seat, opened the scroll, looked at the content on it, assumed the posture above, and slowly closed his eyes.
'The White Wolf God...calls Duyan to pray to meet you.'
I read this in my heart.
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The huge tribal camp outside was in chaos. The high priest Huixie opened his lifeless eyes and opened his fangs and rushed into the crowd.