The atmosphere seemed to have become a bit stalemate because of this sentence. Zhenjin just looked at the mountain. He did not rush to answer Arnold's words. His beautiful sword eyebrows frowned before looking back. "Maybe the assassin is waiting." Zhenjin
He glanced at Arnold, only to look away again after just one glance.
Arnold finally understood and did not speak again, but silently helped him stand up. If the assassin came first at this time, then they would really be dead.
The Qilvlian River is the most beautiful river on the grassland. Many herding peoples camp near this river. This river is very long, almost running through the entire prairie. Because of this, people who are not far from this river are
In most mountains, there is a village at the foot of the mountain.
People in the village live close to the mountains. Some go to the mountains to hunt, while others graze on the grasslands. As long as you see a mountain, you will find people living there.
Although Arnold didn't know exactly where the two of them were swept by the current, she naturally thought of it when she saw the mountains in the distance and the real gold reminder. The two of them needed someone to find them, but at the critical juncture, they had to find the real thing first.
Jin's injuries were cured. If he had been guarding the riverside, not to mention the assassins who arrived first and killed him later, Jin would have lost his life just because he had no food or drink.
Zhenjin was injured, but fortunately it was all external injuries. Although he was tired, he felt much better after a night's rest. The two walked and walked, and finally saw a yurt in the distance when it was getting dark.
As the saying goes, they have been trying hard to walk towards the foot of the mountain. However, although the mountain seems not far away, it does take a lot of time to walk.
Now, it was getting dark, so the two of them were lucky to find a yurt.
There is a family living in this yurt, and you can see cattle and sheep penned outside. They are not many in number, but they can be considered a considerable fortune.
Zhenjin is originally a Mongolian, and Arnold has lived with the Mongolians since he was a child. This time when he came to worship his ancestors, everyone wore Mongolian clothes.
The two first found the head of the family, and then explained their purpose of coming. The Mongolians always lend a helping hand to their own people when they are in trouble. Seeing the two of them in such a mess, they were naturally willing to help.
Although Zhenjin was injured, he gradually recovered with the help of the family's medical treatment.
The sun was setting in the west, and three days had passed in the blink of an eye. In the vast grassland, although it was clear that it fell into the river and was washed downstream, it was indeed not easy to find two people quickly.
"Almost." Zhenjin walked out of the yurt and found Arnold sitting on a grassy hill.
Arnold withdrew his gaze from the distance, "It's been three days, and I'm wondering if Hu Gechi and the others are really in big trouble." The assassin's sharp attack left almost no loopholes in the entire plan. More
What's more, the assassins who appeared this time were more like an army. Not only were they large in number, but the discipline of obeying the orders they executed was also different from the past. The assassins are not scary. What is scary is that they are just like the group we encountered today.
Biting it and not letting it go.
Suddenly, there was a sound of horse hooves in the distance.
Arnold and Zhenjin immediately looked at each other and said, "There are people coming, and there are quite a few of them."
"Wait a minute and see who is coming." Zhenjin said in a deep voice. He pressed his hand and pulled Arnold into his arms. The two of them rolled up and hid behind the grassy hill, gradually approaching.
A group of people gradually appeared in their field of vision.