Tuduo led the barbarians as they headed north. The snow on the ground was deep, and the strongest war horses were leading the way. The speed was getting slower and slower, and the horses were also very tired.
"Tuduo, we can't walk anymore."
The barbarian behind him stopped and sat in the snow, unwilling to move.
Tuduo was also very tired and said: "Then take a rest and leave later."
The group stopped to rest, but no one wanted to leave.
In the team, from time to time someone was muttering about the ghost clan and the speed department.
Tu Duo was very angry after hearing this and cursed: "Don't listen to their nonsense. There is no such thing as a ghost clan at all. It's just Long Chen who lied!"
Tuduo cursed, but the other barbarians didn't dare to say anything. They lowered their heads and took out the food and ate it quickly.
It's still a long way from their cliff cave, and we have to walk for several days.
Suddenly, some black spots appeared in front.
In the vast white snow, these black spots are very conspicuous.
"Someone!"
A barbarian stood up excitedly and looked to the north.
They wanted to see the barbarians so much. They wanted to ask if there were any ghosts on the grassland, and if it was like what Lisubu said.
Tuduo also stood up and looked to the northwest. The black dots were getting closer and closer. The number of people was at least one hundred thousand, more than that, at least hundreds of thousands.
The people walking in the front don't look like barbarians.
Tuduo's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling in her heart.
The barbarian behind him didn't understand the situation, so he ran forward excitedly on the snow, shouting as he ran: "We are from the Berberis, which tribe do you belong to, how is the grassland?"
Tuduo watched the barbarian crawl forward. He wanted to stop him, but he didn't want to speak.
If these people are really ghosts, then you are wrong.
It was Tuduo who led his tribe to death!
Tuduo couldn't accept it, he didn't want to admit it.
To the northwest, Gui Ti and Gao Qin Hu rode two strong war horses. Li Cheng Dao rode along with him, followed by five thousand ghost warriors.
Walking at the back were the barbarian puppets who were walking numbly like zombies, and they followed behind them mechanically.
The eyes of these barbarian puppets seemed to be covered with a layer of white, and their hair and faces were covered with a layer of ice.
The entire team was vast and lifeless, with only the sound of rustling on the snow.
Seeing Barbarian running over and yelling, Guitai smiled coldly and said, "Who else hasn't had enough to drink?"
Gao Qinhu grinned and said, "General, I've long been tired of drinking it. Barbarian blood doesn't taste good and has a bad smell."
Guitai laughed and said: "I have known this for a long time, so I never drink the blood of barbarians."
"The blood of the Long family is the best, the blood of the Di family is second, and the blood of everyone else is average."
Speaking of this, Gao Qinhu said with some expectation: "The general also wants to taste the blood of the Long family."
Guitai said regretfully: "General Gao can no longer drink. There is only one Long Chen left in the Long family. He is prepared for his father."
There is a dragon in the snow mountain, and Gui Fei wants to use him as a seed to regenerate some dragon family members.
After all, the Long family's blood is so delicious.
Hearing that it was reserved for the Martial Saint, Gao Qinhu immediately said respectfully: "The king's forbidden wife will die."
Guitai smiled and said: "General Gao, why are you so serious? If you don't drink, then give the soldiers teeth as a sacrifice."
Gao Qinhu looked at the soldiers behind him and said, "Brothers, dinner is ready!"
The ghost warrior behind him saw the barbarian and let out a sharp ghost roar.
After they drank enough blood, their bodies became full, the ice and snow melted, and they looked a little more human.
They also all rode war horses and carried weapons in their hands, like a cavalry.
Gao Qinhu gave the order, and the ghost warriors immediately rode towards
To pounce forward is like seeing a flock of prey lambs.
The ghost warriors rushed over and Barbarian finally saw clearly.
They looked at the ghost warriors in shock and exclaimed: "What is this? This is not us wolf warriors!"
"No, this is a ghost tribe, this is a ghost, run away!"
The barbarians were already very tired, and how could they outrun the ghost cavalry?
The ghost race jumped up from the horse, threw the barbarian into the snow, opened his mouth and tore his neck open, sucking out the blood.
"There is a ghost, there is a ghost!"
The barbarian turned around and screamed, trying to escape from the snowy field.
However, in front of the ghost warriors, all struggles are in vain.
Tuduo watched helplessly as the barbarians were pushed into the snow one by one and bitten to death, but there was nothing he could do.
"It's true. There's a ghost."
Tu Duo's heart collapsed. He regretted that he should not doubt Tu Zhi or Long Chen.
Two days ago, he met people from the Speed Division, but he didn't believe it and chose to continue to die.
Now, everything is over, there is only death.
A ghost warrior stared at Tuduo, grabbed Tuduo's hat with one hand, opened his mouth, tore open his neck, and sucked the blood dry.
Tu Duo fell on the snow and slowly lost consciousness.
Soon, all the barbarians were eaten up. The ghost warrior wiped the corners of his mouth and spit out white mist.
They had drunk enough blood, and the clothes on their chests were repeatedly stained with blood. Coupled with the severe cold weather, they turned purple-black.
Gao Qinhu watched all the barbarians being eaten and shouted: "Return to the ranks!"
The ghost warriors returned to the team in a carefree manner. If it weren't for their strange appearance, they would look no different from the elite soldiers of the human race.
After being soaked in the glacial lake for almost four hundred years, the armor and weapons looked like dark wood buried in the mud, carrying a strong aura of death.
Gao Qinhu bowed and said, "Holy Son, do you want to command Yanmen Pass?" Guiti looked in the direction of Yanmen Pass, a little hesitant, and said: "General Gao, you are the leader in this battle, and that little thief Long Chen is not easy to mess with."
Gao Qinhu looked unhappy and bowed: "Holy Son, let alone a young man, even if Long Yuan is reborn, the general can kill him!"
Of course, this is just bragging. Long Yuan's cultivation is far superior to that of Gao Jinghu. How could he dare to kill Long Yuan?
However, Gao Qinhu indeed despised Long Chen.
These days, Gao Qinhu learned about the current situation from Gui Fei's mouth.
A few years ago, Emperor Wu's cultivation was to be a strong man who became a general and a lord. Emperor Zun was the best in the world. Only in the past two years has someone broken through to the true state.
This kind of cultivation is really too humble.
Think about four hundred years ago, when strong men were rampant and there were so many true realms, Gao Qinhu was the best among the strong.
Therefore, how could a little thing who is four hundred years younger take him seriously?
"Okay, this battle depends on General Gao."
Guitai is also practicing at this time, and his cultivation level has improved, but against Long Chen, he is not sure of victory.
Gao Qinhu's cultivation level at this time was higher than that of Gui Fei, so Gui Fei said this.
In fact, the safest way is to resurrect the martial saint and the ghost girl, but the ghost fetus doesn't want to do this.
Because the blood of dragon and phoenix is not available, the blood of Emperor Ling and Long Teng is not good. If they are used to revive the Martial Saint, the ghost girl will not be enough.
Another reason is that the ghosts made a mess of things. The Holy Guard died and he suffered a series of defeats. Long Chen unified the Central Plains and once again gathered the human army to start a war with the ghosts.
If the martial saint and the ghost girl wake up at this time, the ghost fetus may be severely beaten.
Gao Qinhu laughed wildly and said: "Don't worry, Holy Son, the general will definitely capture Long Chen alive and use his blood to revive the king!"
After speaking, Gao Qinhu raised the black spear in his hand and shouted: "Send troops to Yanmen Pass!"
The ghost warriors behind him let out ghostly roars, and the barbarian puppets followed and headed south.
