The battle situation quickly reversed. The Jurchen warriors brought by Wanyan Yan quickly surrounded the remaining Wuhu tribe warriors, and the several Fusang ninjas in white clothes were also attacked by the young man in black clothes and the young scholar.
Killed them all. The remaining dozen or so Wuhu tribe members surrounded Shu Husong. They could not hide the panic in their eyes, and the long swords in their hands were still trembling.
Shu Husong's face became extremely pale. He knew that the warriors of the Wuhu tribe he led were finished. He did not expect that the tribe found this golden opportunity. He thought that he could annihilate the Wanyan tribe in one fell swoop, even if he could not annihilate the Wanyan tribe.
He could always drive the Wanyan tribe away from Changbai Mountain. But he didn't expect that the situation would be reversed. The few white-clothed ninjas lurking among the Wuhu tribe were their biggest trump card. However, this biggest trump card still put them in trouble.
In the predicament of failure, even though he was unwilling to do so, he still felt an endless despair spreading over him.
At this time, Yanluo Mountain is filled with layers of blood aura, and Jurchen warriors can fall to the ground in the grass everywhere, whether they are warriors from the Wuhu tribe or the warriors from the Wanyan tribe. The blood will turn this green
The lush grass was dyed red. The Yanluo Mountain was once boundless green, and the woods and green grass were once full of vitality. But now it is like a dense hell, which makes people unable to bear to look directly.
Shu Husong only hoped that the patriarch would succeed. He knew everything about the plan. He knew that the white-clothed Fuso ninjas were more than just their trump card. The patriarch Shu Huyanjiang took more white-clothed Fuso ninjas to Baili Town.
It was to ambush the leader of the Wanyan tribe. If the leader succeeded, then what if he failed here? The battle between the two tribes lasted for more than a day or two, although the Wanyan tribe had the upper hand every time.
But this time the Wanyan tribe may not necessarily win.
There was still a glimmer of hope in his heart. He looked at the two strange Han teenagers and knew that if it weren't for these two Han teenagers, his plan would have succeeded. Even if the Wanyan tribe sent more warriors,
He was also confident that the warriors of the Wanyan tribe would never come back. However, he still made a miscalculation. It should be said that the clan leader miscalculated. No one expected that the Wanyan tribe would invite helpers, and they were as good as gods.
"Shu Husong, you are so bold to collude with outsiders to deal with our Wanyan tribe. Do you know that your Wuhu tribe is also one of the Jurchen tribes? Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the gods for doing this?" Wanyan Yan walked out of the crowd,
Her face was as cold as frost, and she asked that Shuhusong reproachfully.
"Hahaha, Wanyan Yan, you also know that our Wuhu tribe is one of the Jurchen tribes. Why can your Wanyan tribe occupy all the resources in Changbai Mountain, while our Wuhu tribe can only live there?
By the Songhua River, the best ginseng and animal skins in Changbai Mountain belong to your Wanyan Tribe. As for our Wuhu Tribe, we only fish every day. Even this Yanluo Mountain belongs to your Wanyan Tribe. Your Wanyan Tribe mercifully allowed our Wuhu Tribe to come here.
Looking for hunting. We are both members of the Jurchen tribe, so why can your Wanyan tribe get the best, while our Wuhu tribe gets the worst."
Hearing Shu Husong's unscrupulous laughter, Wanyanyan couldn't help but change her face. Even though she had more sorrow and anger in her heart, she couldn't let it go. She knew that what Shu Husong said might be the truth, but as a complete
Princess of the Yan tribe naturally wanted to think about the Wanyan tribe. "Even so, your Wuhu tribe colluded with outsiders to harm our Jurchen compatriots. Don't you think this is too shameless?" But she still reprimanded.
"Outsiders, aren't the Khitans outsiders? If your Wanyan tribe hadn't climbed up to the Khitans, how could you have stepped on our Wuhu tribe? Those two Han people weren't outsiders. If it hadn't been for those two
Han people, maybe you won't stand here and question me in this tone today." Shu Husong's sinister eyes were filled with unwillingness, and he did not hide his hatred for Ling Tianyun and Zhong Jianying at all.
"Miss, what should we do with these people from the Wuhu tribe?" A warrior from the Wanyan tribe asked Wanyan Yan.
"Let them all go. The Wuhu tribe has experienced the lesson this time and will definitely not do anything harmful to our Jurchen tribe again." Wanyanyan couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Why didn't she want to use this group of people with evil intentions?
She killed all the Wuhu tribe members, but she still had to care for her fellow Jurchen tribe. Enough blood had been shed and enough people had died. This lesson of blood and fire will always linger in the Wanyan tribe.
In the heart of the first tribe member of the Wuhu tribe.
"Why, they killed so many of our warriors, we can't let them leave so easily. Blood debt must be paid with blood. We must avenge the dead tribesmen and kill all the Wuhu tribesmen who violated the will of the gods." Wan Yanyan's words
As soon as he fell, he was immediately opposed by many Wanyan tribe warriors. They shouted loudly and indignantly. Their eyes did not conceal the sorrow and anger in their eyes, and the strong murderous intention in their bodies became even more intense.
"Let them go." Wanyanyan's face turned slightly cold, and a sweet shout resounded in everyone's ears like rolling spring thunder, making everyone's hearts tremble. Following Wanyanyan's sweet shout, those who surrounded
The warriors of the Wanyan tribe who lived in the Wuhu tribe moved their bodies out of the way. Even though they were unwilling to reconcile, no one dared to disobey Wanyan Yan's order.
"Wanyan Yan, you will regret your decision today. Don't think that just by turning defeat into victory in Yanluo Mountain, you can turn the tide of the war. Your Wanyan tribe is destined to be destroyed. Changbai Mountain will no longer belong to your Wanyan tribe.
Yes, it will definitely belong to our Wuhu Tribe." A ferocious look appeared on Shu Husong's face. He did not repent at all because of Wanyan Yan's mercy, and he shouted even more arrogantly.
Hearing Shu Husong's arrogant words, all the Wanyan tribe members couldn't help but have their faces full of anger, and their eyes shot out with strong murderous intent. But no one stopped the Wuhu tribe members from leaving last time. They were angry
They held the weapons in their hands tightly, and their whole bodies were trembling with anger. If it hadn't been for Wanyan Yan's order, they would have raised their weapons and pounced on him.
As soon as Wanyan Yan heard Shu Husong's threatening words, she couldn't help but feel nervous. Although the crisis in Yanluoshan was resolved, it did not mean that the crisis in Wanyan tribe was resolved. She suddenly
She thought of her father, who led the Wanyan tribe to Baili Town to pay tribute. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a hint of uneasiness in her heart. The Wuhu tribe used Yanluo Mountain to trap and kill the warriors of the Wanyan tribe.
Then they must have been prepared to send people to ambush the other members of the Wanyan tribe who were heading to Baili Town.
"If there is anything wrong with my father, I, Wanyan Yan, will destroy your Wuhu tribe no matter how high the price is. You'd better pray that nothing happens to my father, otherwise, your Wuhu tribe will be destroyed."
Quanbuliu." Although Wanyanyan did not change her decision, her decisive words shocked everyone's hearts. Everyone could feel that Wanyanyan, who is a blogger at Wanyan, was at this moment.
There was an aura of majesty.
Ling Tianyun and Zhong Jianying looked at each other coldly from beginning to end. They were surprised that Wanyan Yan could spare the lives of the Wuhu tribe members, especially the leader of the Wuhu tribe with a sinister look in his eyes. If it were them.
Either one of the two, Nashu Husong, will undoubtedly die, but they cannot interfere too much with Wanyan Yan's decision, after all, it is an internal matter within the Jurchen clan.
"Gege, it's Ah Man's fault that has caused so many brothers. Gege, just punish Ah Man. You can chop or kill him as you please." At this time, An Manzi was completely awake, and he wiped the blood on his face.
It was also cleaned up. He knelt down directly in front of Wanyan Yan with a flutter, and apologized to her. If he hadn't arbitrarily advocated bringing the warriors from the tribe to Yanluo Mountain, so many tribal warriors would not have died.
He bears the blame.
"Let's go back to the tribe." Wanyanyan did not punish An Manzi in any way, she just gave the order lightly.
As soon as Chief Wanyan heard the high-pitched but not harsh dragon roar, his expression couldn't help but change drastically. The shock brought by this sudden dragon roar seemed to be greater than the threat Shuhu Yanjiang gave him. He
There were a few rays of light in his eyes as he looked towards the blue sky. At this moment, he had forgotten the threat of the Wuhu tribe, and he had also forgotten the several white-clothed ninjas with cold lights in their hands. He only had the high-pitched voice in his mind.
The ancient sound of dragon roar.
When the dragon roar sounded, Shuhu Yanjiang's expression only changed slightly. As for the dragon roar, he didn't know what the sound was. He just felt that his whole body suddenly tightened inexplicably, and an endless pressure enveloped him.
Coming. This feeling gave him an urge to worship. He suddenly felt how insignificant he was, and the dragon's roar was as high as the gods in the nine heavens.
The sound of the dragon's roar was fleeting and quickly disappeared from everyone's ears, along with the endless pressure. Shuhu Yanjiang instantly wondered if this was an illusion of his. He thought it was incredible.
, he had never encountered such coercion before, and the illusion that he was as small as an ant quickly dissipated from his mind, because what he saw was the leader of the Wanyan tribe and Wanyan.
People of the Yan tribe.
After killing the Wanyan tribe leader, killing these Wanyan tribe members, and the trap Shu Husong set in Yanluo Mountain, he believed that the end of the Wanyan tribe had come, and that the Wuhu tribe leader would be the leader of the Jurchen tribe.
The prestige of each tribe has been upgraded to another level. Changbai Mountain is like a perfect beauty, which the Wuhu Tribe has been coveting for countless years, and today they can finally get their wish.
There was a ferocious and excited light in his eyes, and the fruits of victory were right in front of him, easily accessible. "No one from the Wanyan tribe here will be spared. Kill them all." He waved his hand and pointed fiercely at him.
Chief Wanyan shouted, and following his order, several Wuhu tribe warriors rushed toward the Wanyan tribe members with long swords in their hands. And the figures in white also had fierce looks in their eyes, with scimitars in their hands.
In a flash, they also rushed towards the Wanyan tribe crowd.
Soon a battle of disparity in strength began. Chief Wanyan's eyes were splitting. He looked at a member of his clan falling into a pool of blood. Blood splattered immediately, staining the snow.
He was red. His lofty body could not help but tremble, and his face was flushed with resentment. He tremblingly stretched out his fingers to point at Shu Hu Yanjiang, who had a proud smile on his face. He felt as if his chest was blocked.
He seemed to understand something, but he couldn't say a word.
The mountain peak is not high, but in the eyes of the Wanyan tribe leader, it is higher than the sky, because if they want to step over the peak and return to the Wanyan tribe's clan land, it is so out of reach. The white snow is everywhere.
Patriarch Yan's eyes no longer looked so dazzling, because there were still more dazzling strands of blood gushing out, and each living life stopped breathing in front of his eyes. His heart felt like a fortress was blocked.
It erupted like a volcano, but he could only watch helplessly as his clan members fell into a pool of blood one by one.