"General, let me look for it again!" The edges of Agula's black helmet fell like raindrops. The black armor wrapped him around him, but it couldn't hide the coldness that penetrated his body.
Yelu Qingge's eyes were as dark as an eagle, sitting on his 'Silver Snow' divine horse, staring at the vast and dark prairie.
Under the territory he protected, a group of thieves from the Jiang and Song Dynasties were allowed to flee. For the invincible general Yelu Qingge, this was a bloody and indelible shame and stain! The heavy rain washed away the enemy's sticky plasma.
, but it can't extinguish his burning anger!
"Who are you looking for? Long Yunze? Or the woman who should be torn into pieces by me!" A bloodthirsty light suddenly flashed in Yelu Qingge's eyes.
"General, calm down!!" Agula knelt in the mud.
Yelu Qingge was surrounded by a strong and terrifying murderous aura, just like the wild waves of flying grass, which was so chilling that it made people tremble with fear.
Calm down?
He missed the opportunity to kill the Emperor of Jiang and Song Dynasties, and watched helplessly as the God of Thunder escaped from death carrying the enemy general and that damn woman.
Calm down, how can he calm down his anger!
"Agura!"
"The end is here!"
"Lead 50,000 cavalry and level the turf of Gesangmu to find Huo Zhongting!" As soon as the general's order was issued, the morale of the soldiers was immediately aroused!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
In the early morning grassland, after being moistened by a night of rain, the pasture became extremely green and fresh, seeming to be full of aura and vitality. The leaves stretched in the fresh breeze, exuding a light fragrance.
In a hidden wormwood bush, Mei Liangchen was struggling to turn Huo Zhongting's body...
"Ah..." She didn't know how heavy the armor he was wearing, so she took off most of it to reveal her strong but scarred body.
The reasons that led to Huo Zhongting's coma were firstly excessive blood loss, and secondly, the wound on his ribs that had been bandaged by Long Yunze showed signs of inflammation. He was suffering from a high fever, and his handsome and masculine face became like a red-hot potato, and he could not even breathe.
They all seem to be carrying flames.
She scratched her head and looked at the empty and silent pasture. She really didn't know what she could do to help him!
"咴咴..." The God of Thunder was exhausted after running around for most of the night. He bent his long and graceful horse's neck and drank the rainwater stored in the grass nest. With the movement, a golden wine gourd was placed on the saddle.
Constantly flashing and swaying.
Mei Liangchen's eyes lit up, he had a solution!
She ran over happily, untied the wine gourd, and shook it. The sound of gurgling water and the heavy weight reminded her that there was still more than half a pot of semi-finished alcohol for her to use.
There was also a hidden pocket on the saddle of 'Thunder God', and Mei Liangchen actually found flint and wound medicine wrapped in wax paper in it. It seemed that Yelu Qingge's years of fighting had developed the habit of being prepared. She looked through the hidden pocket again.
From the inside of her pocket, she took out a dark brand...
She is an expert in studying ancient characters, and she knew with just one glance that something engraved with Khitan-like characters might be able to save lives!