Jin Daowao's eyes widened, his pupils filled with disbelief, and then filled with fear in a short time.
Some memories were so long ago that he no longer wanted to recall them, or did not dare to recall them anymore. No one knew how many late nights he closed his eyes and saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He had never experienced it himself, so naturally he could not understand that kind of fear.
.Since that day, the strongest thing in Jin Daodao's heart has been shattered, and the only thing left alive is nothing more than a walking corpse.
Even though he has now become the king of the Northern Barbarians, in fact, he is not very interested in this position. It's just that after the death of the original Northern Barbarian King, no one in the entire tribe was qualified to compete with him.
He got what he originally dreamed of, but he had lost his original interest.
All along, Jin Wendao thought that he was the only person who came out alive from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. However, he did not expect that today he would bump into someone who he thought had been dead for a long time.
Fear has filled his heart, and the entire team has lost the will to fight, followed by a large-scale rout.
The troops led by Nohara Huo ruthlessly defeated the enemy, leaving aside those who escaped and died on the spot, there were thousands of captured enemies alone.
After the battle, the soldiers cleaned the battlefield, and the prisoners were stripped of their weapons and gathered together.
In battles between Rong tribes, captives generally have two options: they can either become slaves of the other party, or they can pay a high ransom in exchange for their freedom.
They respect and worship the strong, because on the grassland, only the truly strong can lead them to survive.
These people gathered together, all looking at Nohara Huo. He was riding a red horse, his whole body looked majestic, and his blood became his last medal at this moment.
Everyone has heard a lot about Nohara Hui, but this is indeed the first time to actually see him.
In front of people, Nohara Huo reined in his horse. The horse raised its hooves and let out a long neigh. Under the setting sun, he was covered in bright red.
"I am not your enemy." Nohara Huo patted the saddle with his knife: "I grew up on the grassland like you. Now, you have two choices, surrender to me, or die."
The crowd went from quiet to chaotic, then gradually settled down. The sun was about to set, but everyone clearly saw a bright fire rising from the wasteland.
At this moment, it was not only Jin Wenwen or the captured slaves who were shocked by the wild fire, but also Zhong Mushan.
Zhong Mushan did not have the opportunity to go to the battlefield, and the chaotic battle failed to affect them who were hiding behind. But he did have the opportunity to witness the complete process of the battle. Nohara Huo was like a heroic soul possessing him in the war. When you witness
His heroic fighting posture seemed to mean that he would just turn around and run away, that is, surrender, without any intention of fighting against him.
The empire is very large, with many princes, and there are many famous generals who have been promoted to the sky. Zhong Mushan has been waiting for the opportunity to live in a rare place and choose his master, but in such a large empire, is there anyone who is qualified to be Nohara Huo's opponent?
It seems that some people live just to become the king that thousands of people kneel before.
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Cheng Dalei and Little White Wolf didn't just sit in the cottage on the grass every day, basking in the sun and eating barbecue every day. Occasionally, they also went out to inquire about information in person, or in other words, go out to relax.
On this day, the two of them walked side by side on the grassland. The grass was luxuriant and not even a single person could be seen around them.
Cheng Dalei also heard some rumors about the battle between No Yuan Huo and Jin Wen Dao. With a weak force, No Yuan Huo defeated the incoming army of the Northern Barbarians.
"We have also fought against the Northern Barbarians before, and Jin Wenwen is definitely not a simple person, but we never expected that he would be defeated by an unknown little person." Little White Wolf said with emotion.
Cheng Dalei nodded, then shook his head: "There are talents from generation to generation, and the old people are here to make a name for the newcomers. But this Ye Yuanhuo is not an unknown person. I have heard of this name before."
When he first came from the grassland, Cheng Dalei had heard the word Ye Yuanhuo. This man suddenly appeared on the grassland and annexed many tribes with overwhelming force. As for where he came from, the Rong tribe on the grassland had no idea.
I don’t know, let alone Cheng Dalei.
The two of them were free to rein in their horses without any purpose. Suddenly they raised their heads and saw a plume of smoke rising in the distance, and someone on a fast horse was galloping towards them.
"It's the Rong tribe."
The little white wolf looked at Cheng Dalei, asking him what he meant and whether he should avoid it.
"Caught."
Cheng Dalei's eyes lit up. He was worried that he would not get any useful information, so he simply arrested a Rong tribe and asked about the situation nearby.
This Rong clan was very fast, as if he was in a hurry to go somewhere. He and Cheng Dalei were on the same road, and he was rushing forward with all his heart. Unexpectedly, Cheng Dalei rushed out diagonally on a black bull.
Although the opponent was riding a cow, his speed was not slow and he was about to catch up with him. Although the Rong tribe was not panicked, he took off the bow and arrow on his back, turned around and shot an arrow at Cheng Dalei.
The Rong tribe's invincibility on the battlefield relies on their superb archery skills on horseback. Although the arrow was on the back of a galloping horse, it came accurately and quickly.
However, if Cheng Dalei could be hit by this arrow, then he would no longer have to hang out in the world. He just waved his hand gently and caught the arrow. At this time, Hei Niu had almost caught up, and Cheng Dalei jumped in the air.
Kick the opponent to the ground with one kick.
When the Rong man got up from the ground, a knife was already pressed against his neck. The little white wolf gritted his teeth and said, "If you move, I will kill you."
Cheng Dalei came over slowly. He had checked this person's information just now and found out that his name was Shi Cao and his level was only excellent. Even if he was fully armed, he could not escape Cheng Dalei's control.
"Let him go."
As soon as the little white wolf moved away his knife, Shi Cao rushed towards Cheng Dalei, gnashing his teeth like a cornered vicious dog.
Cheng Dalei kicked him to the ground.
This happened again and again, and the harder Shi Cao pounced, the harder he fell. Finally, Shi Cao fell to the ground, gasping for air, and the muscles on his face kept beating.
"Okay, okay." Cheng Dalei said, "I'm not a violent person. If you can calm down, we can actually communicate in another way."
Cheng Dalei asked: "Which tribe are you from?"
Shi Cao pursed his lips tightly, not wanting to give in to Cheng Dalei. The Rong tribe was indeed not an easy person to surrender to.
Cheng Dalei curled his lips helplessly, took the knife from Little White Wolf, made a splash in his wrist, and then swung the knife down gently.
There was only a scream in his ears, like crying for father and mother, and one of Shi Cao's ears fell to the ground. Cheng Dalei is indeed not a person who likes violence, but this does not mean that he is not good at violence.
After thirteen stabs, Shi Cao's strong will collapsed and he fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.