The atmosphere inside the city lord's mansion was very depressing. Under the care of several doctors, Andre reluctantly opened his eyes and told the story of what happened in the snowy field with great detail.
The incident occurred suddenly and the incident was sensitive. The news attracted attention and quickly spread throughout the city's courtyards, alarming many elders.
"Destroying all the guards and monsters with a wave of his hand, I'm afraid he is a martial lord."
"Why does he want to protect Shicun? Isn't he afraid of getting burned?"
"Could he be an outsider who doesn't know about Shicun's past?"
"Although Shicun has declined and is vulnerable and has been gradually forgotten by the royal family, after all, his identity is very sensitive and this matter needs to be handled properly."
"Shicun is like a 'beast trap'. Whoever steps on it will be injured."
Several counselors and elders from the city lord's palace all gathered together and discussed the stone village that was almost forgotten by them.
Looking back on the rebellion back then, although it was a violent event, it almost shattered the Kingdom of Arbitration. The scope of involvement was extremely wide, and countless clans were massacred. It also severely damaged the vitality of the kingdom and forced the priests to retreat for thousands of years.
But after all, more than three thousand years have passed since the incident, and almost all the people who have actually experienced the incident have passed away. Even the elderly people here have basically read about it from history books.
But no matter what the current state of Stone Village is, it is still burdened with the sensitive word "rebellion" and an unforgivable crime.
"Old Master, what do you mean, how to deal with this matter?" After the discussion to no avail, the eyes of all the old men fell on the white-haired old man at the head, waiting for his instructions.
The old man looked like he was dying, his face was full of wrinkles, and he looked very old. However, when his lowered eyes opened and closed, there were still a few gleams of light, and he had a majesty that made people dare not look directly at him.
He is the first generation lord of Agung City. He has lived for more than 6,000 years. He personally experienced the rebellion of that year. Afterwards, he was ordered to rebuild the ancient city of Agung, overlooking the vast snow-capped mountains.
It's just that after the old master abdicated, he went into seclusion and practiced cultivation. He has been silent for many years and has rarely appeared in public. He never expected to be here in person today. The strange thing is...he is here, but he has been silent.
The old master raised his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Bring Andre up."
Soon, Andri, who was covered in bandages, was carried up. As soon as he saw the presence of his old master, he immediately rolled to the ground nervously and shouted in tears: "Master... you have to seek justice for me."
"You mentioned something." The old master didn't pay much attention to him, nor did he pay attention to his disgusting look. His voice was hoarse and his tone was calm: "When the mysterious man came out with a child from the village, his forehead
No more birthmarks?"
"Yeah, yes, I saw it with my own eyes." Andri nodded repeatedly.
"Do you really see it? This matter is of great importance. If you lie, I will clean up the house myself." The old master's plain words made Andri tremble all over, and also made all the old people look at him, secretly feeling weird.
"This...I..." Andri sweated on his forehead, thought hard for a while, and nodded again: "It's absolutely true, the child's pupils are white, but there is no birthmark on his forehead. When I left, I also saw the child in the village.
People knelt down in gratitude."
The old master slowly closed his eyes and sighed quietly: "What should come will eventually come."
"Old Master, what are you worried about? Shicun has been destroyed and is vulnerable to a blow. If a Martial King can wipe them all out, how big of a wave can it cause?"
The old master shook his head slowly, as if muttering to himself: "The royal family did not kill all the 'contract clan' back then because of the priest's advice."
"The admonition of the sacrifice?" Everyone was more and more surprised. Today was the first time they heard the old master tell the secret of the past. In their memory and understanding, the most direct opponent in the rebellion was the contract represented by the white eyes.
The two major clans and the sealed clan to which the priest belonged were engaged in a bloody battle, resulting in countless killings and an indescribable hatred. The one who hated the white-eyed contract clan the most was probably the sacrifice, and wished to massacre the entire race.
How could it be that the priests dissuaded the royal family from ordering the massacre?
An old man half speculated and half explained: "It is said that the White Eyes Contract Clan has existed for nearly ten thousand years, and has had more than one glory. It has left many descendants, some of whom are no longer in the Arbitration Kingdom. If it was a simple massacre,
, it’s impossible to kill them cleanly.”
The old master shook his head again: "The bloodline with white pupils was born accidentally. It was a brand-new bloodline back then, a bloodline that emerged from mutations. After thousands of years of transformation, the bloodline gradually transformed into a very powerful inheritance. Such a bloodline has
A characteristic, it may be born accidentally once, and it may be born unexpectedly a second time.
In the words of sacrifices, its birth has its numerology, and the myriad avenues in this world have its place.
There is no way to kill them all, but if you go too far, the new generation of contractual bloodline born unexpectedly will continue the hatred of the past and turn into another round of disaster for the kingdom.
Enduring reincarnation, endless life, the seeds of hatred will never be extinguished."
Everyone fell silent and slowly savored the meaning of the old master's words. The plain and simple narration also had a somewhat special flavor after tasting it carefully.
"The sacrifice left the legacy of the White Eyes orthodox bloodline and exiled it to the snowy mountains on the border forever. It was actually a trap. As long as the orthodox bloodline survives in the world, both the White Eyes clan members scattered everywhere and the newly born bloodline will be attracted by moths to the flames.
They are all gathering here. The meaning of the existence of our ancient city of Agung is to continuously hunt down all the relics that come close.
Over the past three thousand years, countless Baimu relics have secretly come to seek refuge, and all of them have been hunted down by the city's secret forces. Until nearly a thousand years ago, almost no new remnants have appeared."
Sacrifice is a good plan!!
Everyone secretly looked at each other, as expected of a sacrifice, the old one is still the hot one!
"But..." The old master stood up slowly, his wrinkled forehead wrinkled, and his still bright eyes looked towards the snow-capped mountains: "In the battle back then, the saint of the contracted clan... did not die..."
"What?!" In the quaint living room, all the old people and counselors stood up, their faces full of shock, or... a chill...
Is the saint not dead?
Everyone was shocked, and the scenes in their memories were replayed in their minds.
According to historical records, the saint of the contract clan was named Li Bing. He was born in a collateral bloodline and had a humble status. His parents died and he was alone. He was frail and sick since childhood and was almost abandoned by his clan. However, on the day of the baptism of blood, he became a blockbuster and shocked the kingdom.
It attracted the attention of all parties and was cultivated by the family.
Because its bloodline is too terrifying, the number of monsters it can control is at least... five!
In just eight hundred years, the power of the bloodline continued to skyrocket, and he successively controlled the three-headed demon kings, as well as the semi-saint-level monsters left behind by the first generation leader of the Contract clan, and then... consuming the power of the entire family and sacrificing countless outstanding clan members, in
The coast of the North Sea controls a dying demon saint—Dragon-Eating Loach!
After thousands of years of gestation and adaptation, Li Bing and the Dragon-eating Loach rose to the top of the kingdom.
Li Bing is not a saint, he is only strong in mental power, but because of the existence of the dragon-eating loach and the contractual relationship between them, he is a saint in everyone's hearts!
He is also the second saint of the Arbitration Kingdom after the sacrifice, and has raised the prestige of the Arbitration Kingdom to its peak.
The two saints join forces, a sealed saint and a contracted saint, which is enough for the Arbitration Kingdom to expand its territory and become a threat to the five ancient empires. However...
Li Bing had a gloomy temperament and was ambitious. He raised not the clarion call for external war, but the banner of internal rebellion, which then triggered a thirty-year period of turmoil and chaos in the Arbitration Kingdom.
The terror of the dragon-eating loach and the cruelty of Li Bing once became a nightmare for the kingdom and even the surrounding kingdoms. Even the surrounding countries, which were watching with eager eyes, did not dare to intervene in this rebellion.
But... after three thousand years, the old master actually said... The saint is not dead?
"Li Bing died, but he was not dead. His mental power was too terrifying, and he hid his bloodline seeds with a blood oath. What was finally sealed by the sacrifice was Li Bing's body and the Demonic Saint Dragon-eating Loach!"
Everyone looked at each other and saw an unusual light in the old master's eyes.
"Why does the royal family continue to pay attention to Xueyuan Shicun, and why has it not canceled the ridiculous inspector position after three thousand years?" The old master's expression flashed solemnly, and his brows furrowed even more tightly: "The priest once predicted that Li Bing was not dead, and when the bloodline seal of Shicun was broken,
That day is the day when his possessed body will return."
Everyone is aware of the seriousness of the problem, and the old master will not take it lightly. Since he said so, the problem must be extraordinary.
"What's the child's name?" The boss looked at Andre.
"Li...um...Li..." Andri spent a long time thinking about it, but he didn't remember it, or he didn't know it at all. Every time he entered the village, he searched for it, and he didn't care about the children and their names.
"Drag him down and deal with him." The old master said plainly, sentenced Andri to death, and looked at the distant mountains: "Mobilize 50,000 ferocious bird cavalry, led by two martial-level generals, to fully capture the Snow Mountain Contract
Bring back all the survivors, living or dead, especially the child."
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