There are five realms in the world. The middle realm is located in the center and connects the four realms of southeast, northwest and northwest. It is the first of the five realms.
This is not the first time Wang Xu has come to the Central Region, but the last time he came, all his thoughts were on the Origin Stone, and he really didn't appreciate the scenery of the Five Regions.
Wang Xu was not in a hurry when he came this time. Since he was just following fate, the Hundred Forging Saint would not die just because he came two days early or two days late.
Without fate, the Hundred-Forged Saint would have turned into ashes long ago, so naturally there is no need to worry.
"Drive, drive!!"
After dilly-dallying, it took three months for Wang Xu to reach the Dajiang Dynasty in the Central Region.
As soon as he arrived at the boundary line of the Dajiang Dynasty's sphere of influence, before he could walk in, he saw a group of black knights riding blood dragon ponies, massacring the border residents of the Dajiang Dynasty.
Each of these black knights had first-level strength. Hundreds of them gathered together and killed ordinary people as if they were mowing grass. They slaughtered a border town in half a stick of incense.
"Summer!"
Wang Xu stopped his escaping light in the sky and looked at the killing black knights below.
These black knights come from the Great Xia Dynasty. Unlike many great religions and thousands of aristocratic families in the Eastern Region, the mainstream of the Central Region is dynastic competition for hegemony.
Here, large and small dynasties have replaced the role of great religions and aristocratic families, fighting against each other without giving up an inch of territory.
Daxia was a nomadic dynasty in the north of the Dajiang Dynasty. Every now and then, they would cross the border and massacre the people of the Dajiang Dynasty on the border.
On the contrary, the Dajiang Dynasty would also block trade routes and take advantage of the cold winter in Daxia to freeze to death a large number of people in Daxia. Situations similar to today's would occur countless times every autumn and winter.
Looking at the Daxia knights below who were killing people and robbing supplies, Wang Xu had no intention of stopping them.
A South African photographer will not use a shotgun to drive away a lion chasing an antelope, nor will he interfere with the autumn harvest of the Bactrian knights.
Because the winter in Daxia is too cold, if we don't attack the Dajiang Dynasty's border and snatch supplies for the winter, many people in Daxia will freeze to death.
It is easy to stop the hundreds of knights below, but behind these knights, there are thousands of Daxia people.
If you don't let these Daxia knights rob it, you will kill the Daxia people again, and Wang Xu is just a passerby, not a virgin who cannot see the survival of the fittest.
"kill!"
Not long after the black-armored knights were wreaking havoc, a group of white-armored cavalry roared over from the official road in the distance.
The white-armored cavalry carried the flag of the Dajiang Dynasty, and under the leadership of a young general, they rushed into the black knights like tigers entering a flock of sheep.
Wang Xu curiously glanced at the leader of the white-armored cavalry. This man was actually a young man with no cultivation. He really didn't know how such a person became the leader of this group of white-armored cavalry. Could it be that he was a certain second-hand man?
generation.
"Little Marquis, we beheaded 137 people, injured 86 brothers, and many others were injured."
After a battle, the white-armored cavalry gathered around the young man and called him "Little Marquis".
Dynasties are different from large religions in that there are no divisions such as head, peak master, elder, and deacon.
From top to bottom, the emperor, king, marquis, and general are one type of division of power.
It is recognized that the emperor is equivalent to the head of the great religion, the king is equivalent to the elder of the inner sect, and the prince is equivalent to the elder of the outer sect.
This person who is called the Little Marquis, his father should be a fourth-level Marquis, and he can be regarded as a powerful figure in a dynasty comparable to a great sect.
"He is really a second-generation young man. Unfortunately, he is of no interest to me." Wang Xu took one look and planned to leave. After all, with his situation, let alone this young prince, even if his father came, it would be nothing.
But just when he was about to leave, an interesting discovery made Wang Xu stop in his tracks.
As soon as they caught sight, the young man known as the Little Marquis drove straight in and rushed into a farmyard on horseback.
This was not surprising, but what really surprised Wang Xu was that as soon as the young marquis entered the courtyard, he moved a water tank in the yard and found a place similar to the entrance of a tunnel.
"Huo Quji, come out, the black-armored knight has left." The young marquis knocked on the secret door, with excitement in his tone.
Wang Xu thought that the person hiding below was an old acquaintance of the young marquis, but he soon overturned this idea.
"Who are you?" The person hiding in the tunnel had a question in his tone, obviously he didn't know the young marquis.
The young Marquis breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly: "I am here to help you. I know your sister is called Xiaoju. You are orphans. You grew up eating hundreds of meals in the town. Sorry, I'm here.
It’s too late and I couldn’t stop the black-armored knights from massacring the city, but I can give you a chance. Be loyal to me and you can take revenge. I am Zhu Yun, the son of Bian Huanghou, you must have heard of me, right?”
"Zhu Yun? Are you the dandy son of Bian Huanghou?"
There were exclamations in the tunnel, and soon a weak-headed young man opened the tunnel entrance from below, revealing a slightly childish face.
"How did you know I was hiding here?" Huo Quji looked younger than Zhu Yun, at least fourteen or fifteen years old, and looked at him with a strange expression.
Zhu Yun, the former dandy young prince, had a strange look on his face, and said mysteriously: "I have received advice from an expert, and I am here to find someone who can command an army for me and be invincible."
General, this person is you."
"Me?" Huo Quji was startled and asked in disbelief: "You want to make me your general?"
"Do you dare?" Zhu Yun's eyes were full of frustration, hidden deep in his eyes, silently telling that he did not want to appear so confident.
"Why don't you dare? If my sister hadn't been young, I would have joined the army to fight. I am determined to lead the cavalry and fight to the Great Xia Longting. But can you make me a general? I don't want to be a soldier." Huo
Qu Ji was obviously still young, but he was born with a sense of contempt for all directions, as if the Great Xia Dynasty, which was comparable to a great religion, was nothing more than a chicken and a dog in his eyes.
Zhu Yun laughed loudly and said loudly and proudly: "As long as you follow me, I will not only make you a general, but you will also be a general and a marshal in the future. One day, Emperor Xia will lead a horse for you and leave.
The emperor will fall for you, and the people of Dajiang will respect you as a champion!"
"Champion Hou?"
Above the nine heavens, Wang Xu stared at the pair of teenagers below and muttered: "Grandma, I won't meet the protagonist again, will I?"
Champion Hou, unique throughout the ages, is the title of Huo Qubing, the proud general of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. His grace is unparalleled in ancient times and today.
In the world of Tianwu, there is no such title as Champion Hou. The name Champion Hou that came out of Zhu Yun's mouth was the first time that the name Champion Hou resounded in the world of Tianwu.
If this Huo Quji is loaded with the Huo Qubing template, then what template is Zhu Yun's?
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, a war-oriented protagonist who was destined to lead the army and embraced all rivers?
No, Zhu Yun was just the son of Lord Hou. The royal family of the Dajiang Dynasty was named Jiang, not Zhu. Zhu Yun was destined not to become Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.
However, the young marquis, a dandy, also has the word "cloud" in his name. When these few keywords are combined, how come he looks so much like Fang Yun from the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
It really looks like Fang Yun from the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, before he was reborn, he seemed to be a playboy.
Rebirth?
A bright light flashed in Wang Xu's mind. Looking at Zhu Yun, who obviously didn't know Huo Quji before and was incoherent when they met for the first time, he muttered, "My dear, isn't he really reborn?"
Theoretically, the timeline can be reversed. The time converter that Wang Xu has always held in his hand but never dared to use has the function of reversing time.
Could it be said that Zhu Yun was really reborn? Then when was he reborn?
By the way, Zhu Yun had sworn to Huo Quji before that Emperor Xia would lead his horse for him, Emperor Li would throw the pedal for him, and Emperor Jiang would respect him as a champion.
Does this mean that in the future, Huo Quji will really conquer the Great Xia Dynasty and the Dali Dynasty, become the most powerful in the world, and be the bravest of the three armies?
The Daxia Dynasty and the Dali Dynasty were almost the same in strength as the Dajiang Dynasty, and both had fifth-level emperors in them.
In order for Huo Quji to conquer these two places, he must have at least the fourth level peak and the strength to fight beyond the level, otherwise it would be impossible to conquer the Daxia Dynasty and the Dali Dynasty.
At this time, Huo Quji was just a newbie who had just started practicing and entering the path of a warrior. If he wanted to develop to the peak of the fourth level, it would take at least a hundred years.
So, Zhu Yun came back from a hundred years later. In this case, if we catch Zhu Yun, will we be able to figure out the future storyline?