In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines from the east, the deep mountains and swamps are still shrouded in endless morning fog. The morning fog in the mountains is rich and thick, covering the mountains, rivers, lakes, and trees, making everything hazy.
He was reluctant to leave, making the weather in the deep mountains and swamps extremely cold.
In this morning mist, the Royal Palace of the Huang Clan is in a small house.
Jiang Xiaorou was sitting in front of the bronze mirror. She was wrapped in a thick red robe, and she was slowly combing her hair in front of the bronze mirror.
The bronze mirror reflected her beautiful face, and the cinnabar between her eyebrows was gorgeous and sad.
Jiang Xiaorou looked at the bronze mirror, but in front of her eyes, the scenes in the meeting hall yesterday still remained, the hateful sight of the human geniuses towards her, the regretful expressions of the Yingzhou Island couple...
Jiang Xiaorou didn't care much about the human race.
But she couldn't help but care about the Desolate Clan.
To protect her, the entire Desolate tribe would need to fight to the death with the Black-armored Demon God. According to the Human Race, that would be equivalent to cutting off the inheritance and fire.
The Black-armored Demon God seems to have the ability to draw strength from strong men through killing and strengthen himself. If this is true, the more strong men he kills, the worse the situation will be.
Jiang Xiaorou sat in this empty room, feeling deeply lonely.
She seems to be a person cursed by God.
At this moment, the door was pushed open and Jiang Xiaorou's mother walked in.
She didn't say a word, and Jiang Xiaorou didn't look back.
She just silently took the comb from Jiang Xiaorou's hand, held a strand of Jiang Xiaorou's black hair, and combed Jiang Xiaorou's hair bit by bit.
Her movements were very slow, and the comb slid silently through the black hair, dividing the hair into strands, like strips of black satin.
"Mother... I want to go to the altar of sacred bones." Jiang Xiaorou, who had always turned her back to her mother, suddenly spoke. Her voice was very soft, but it made the former King Huang's hand shake. The comb fell from his hands and slid along Jiang Xiaorou's long, smooth hair.
It fell down and fell to the ground.
Bang, the sound of the mahogany comb hitting the ground was very soft, but in this quiet room, it was extremely clear.
The Sacred Bone Altar of the Desolate Clan is the place where the Desolate Clan performs rituals and blood sacrifices.
Jiang Xiaorou has already been granted the title of Zen once, and that time, she was recognized by the Holy Spirit.
And blood sacrifice... that is, the blood sacrificer sacrifices all the energy, blood, and soul of the whole body. If this happens, the end can be imagined.
Jiang Xiaorou came to the Divine Bone Altar this time, so naturally it was impossible for her to be a monk.
She was targeted by the Black-armored Demon God and had almost nowhere to escape, but even if she committed suicide, her body would be found by the Black-armored Demon God. Jiang Xiaorou didn't know if that would cause bad consequences.
Since it is death, it is better to die completely and sacrifice all the spirit, energy and blood of the soul with blood, and the black-armored demon will gain nothing.
The mother, the shepherd boy, the people of the Huang tribe, and Yun'er... She didn't want to drag them to death.
If the Desolate tribe chooses to flee, she can still leave behind the fire. If she fights to the death and the entire army is annihilated, then she is a sinner.
Behind Jiang Xiaorou, the peerless Huang Wang in a long skirt gently pressed the ends of Jiang Xiaorou's hair. After she was silent for a long time, she said word by word: "Mom will not let you die."
Watching her daughter's blood sacrifice, she couldn't do it. They had already abandoned their original palace. Could they abandon the mountains and swamps again and escape deeper into the wilderness?
Let all the people of the Desolate Tribe scatter and hide in the mountains, leaving behind fire seeds. But can these "fire seeds" really burn again in the future?
"Holy Spirit, you can fight again..."
The former King of Desolation said such words. They were spoken by the Holy Spirit himself last night. But the First King of Desolation knew that this battle would be a life-burning battle for the Holy Spirit.
"But..." Jiang Xiaorou wanted to say something else, but the former Huang Wang just held Jiang Xiaorou's shoulders.
"Xiaorou, even if you die, you won't be able to change anything. It can indeed change some people's existence, but what we want is not to have an ignoble existence!"
The first Huang Wang spoke, took Jiang Xiaorou's hand and walked out of the hall.
Today, matters still need to be discussed in the meeting hall, and the human race is waiting for the Desolate race’s decision.
Decide whether to fight or flee.
However, when Jiang Xiaorou came to the forum square, she was shocked.
At this time, a large number of Desolate warriors had gathered in the square.
These Desolate warriors had just gone through a great escape, and now many of them were still injured.
But when they came here, they were all wearing battle armor and holding weapons, and surrounded the entire meeting hall.
They are all iron-blooded warriors who have been trained for a long time in the divine wilderness. Even if many of them are not very high in cultivation, they still have a murderous spirit in them. The glory of their race has been cast in their bones, forming a winning spirit.
thoughts.
There were only a few thousand warriors from the Desolate Tribe, but the momentum these people gathered together blew away all the morning fog that covered dozens of miles around them.
After the morning fog dissipated, Jiang Xiaorou could see that in the distant mountains, there was a misty black shadow, the ancient true spirit lurking in the mountains!
They emit a low roar, like thunder that resounds across the earth, making people's blood rush.
These ancient true spirits seem to have had a premonition that the war is coming, and they have gathered here, waiting for this final battle.
"You guys..." Jiang Xiaorou couldn't calm down. She saw that even the members of Tianhu Team were gathered in the square.
The leader is the shepherd boy.
Last night, the shepherd boy mobilized the army of the Huang tribe. With the shepherd boy's prestige among the Huang tribe, he naturally responded to his call.
"Your Majesty King Huang, the human envoy is waiting for you in the main hall."
The shepherd boy said calmly.
At this moment, he did not say anything about fighting to the end, but showed everything with actions.
Jiang Xiaorou was stunned for a moment. She took a deep look at all the soldiers in the square and nodded heavily.
…
At this time, in the meeting hall, the faces of the famous people from the human race were not very good.
The army of the Desolate tribe gathered together, although it seemed to be to fight the black-armored demon god, they also surrounded the meeting hall.
In addition, there are many ancient true spirits not far away, also staring at this place eagerly.
Although they are not weak in strength, especially when the couple from Yingzhou Island join forces, the fighting power they unleash is extremely terrifying. However, this is the home court of the Desolate Clan after all, and they are still worried about whether the Desolate Clan will get mad and do something like this.
What a reckless thing to do.
"The Desolate Tribe is coming."
The owner of Yingzhou Island said calmly. He looked into the distance through the window and didn't know what he was thinking.
What should be faced must be faced.
…
When the former Huang Wang stepped into the door of the meeting hall with Jiang Xiaorou, she suddenly felt Jiang Xiaorou's body stiffen and her face became extremely pale.
"Hmm? Xiaorou?"
The first Huang Wang felt nervous.
Jiang Xiaorou took a deep breath and subconsciously held her chest. At that moment, she felt a powerful mental force locking onto her.
Is it the black-armored demon god...
Jiang Xiaorou turned her head, looked at the sky in the distance, and murmured: "He saw me..." (To be continued.)