"But he is dead." Burigod looked at the bonfire and looked solemn. "The warriors in the desert had been silent for him, just as I led the warriors into the right court many years ago to silently pay silence for the king of the right court."

Jiaohe raised his eyebrows and said, "What?"

"That night we heard the eagle's cry." The dead branches crackled, and sparks floated through Burigod's eyes. "Many eagles are flying in the sky. I led the warriors to the right yard and saw the flames that engulfed the desert, everywhere. There were corpses, slaves, desert people, and more." He looked at Jiaohe in the floating sparks and spoke softly, "Wang."

Jiaohe looked at him silently, and his five fingers hidden in the thick blanket were gathered and clenched into fists.

"The army of Zheng people has long left." Burigud smiled as if he was mocking, "No one knows when they attacked, and the warriors who were standing guard did not come back. The entire Youting was destroyed, and from then on, there was one less king in the desert. We searched for survivors in the corpse. We searched for the night and found that the king of Youting was lying in the tent, and his queen accompanied him."

"The law of the desert is the prey of the weak, and it is useless to feel unwilling to accept it. You can't defeat Manhong Pass. Even if General Zhen is dead, Manhong Pass will also have Liang Duwei." Jiaohe stared at the bonfire with a faint look. "The people in Youting are dead, and they can't escape, and they can't shirk their guilt on the murderer. After all, no one can escape the fate that was inherently destined."

Burigod turned to Jiaohe with his arm and his knees. His smile was filled with an unpredictable mystery and said, "Is it? If the will of the divine Taraten was to destroy the Right Ting, why did another prophecy be left?"

"Prophecy?" Jiaohe's pale face was bloodless. He looked at Burigod with contempt and said, "It's another ridiculous joke. Your gods have never made a prophecy. Those wizards hiding in the tent used human blood to sacrifice to the gods, but Youting was still destroyed by General Zhen with heroic armor. The gods did not kill him, and the villain who killed General Zhen hid in the dark. You can turn the blame on General Zhen to say that he was the murderer, and he was cold and ruthless. But what really destroyed Youting was precisely your devout but the illusory Tarateng."

"No, the holy Taraten guided me to see with my eyes. The eagles were Taraten's messengers. They brought black news that allowed me to see the destruction of the right yard in the darkness, too." Burigod rubbed his hands with a relaxed expression, "It also allowed us to see new hope, a prophecy, from the mouth of the dead."

The bonfire and blanket were still not warm enough. Jiaohe was shaking slightly. He broke off the dead branches standing in the sand, threw them into the bonfire and turned his head and asked, "What kind of prophecy will be spoken from the dead?"

"It is the wizard in your mouth." Burigod stood up and walked around the campfire. "In the sacrificial tent of the Right Court, a wizard broke free from death and brought the prophecy conveyed by Tarateng." He walked to Jiaohe and sat down. "He told me that Tarateng had chosen a child, the son of prophecy. The child wore a black mask and held a scimitar of revenge in his hand. He stood up from the sand of the desert, and summoned a sandstorm to swallow the enemy, and then rebuilt the Right Court and become the new king."

"Extremely stupid." Jiaohe coughed twice and said sarcastically, "The crazy man who talks nonsense is also crazy about his death. The ridiculous thing is that you actually believe it."

"I didn't believe it at first. Even if the person who said this was the most noble wizard in the desert." Burigod suddenly lifted his collar while Jiaohe was not paying attention. He pointed to the tattoo on Jiaohe's chest. "Until I saw the eagle totem on you, this is the royal totem." His eyes stared at Jiaohe, "Who are you?"

Jiaohe pulled over a thick blanket to cover his chest, and then said coldly: "Jiaohe."

"Jiaohe. I have read the books of you people from Jiuzhou, and I have also seen this name." Burigod pulled his hand slowly, and then thought, "Is it right to drink horses around Jiaohe at dusk?"

He looked at Jiaohe, but his eyes were full of suspicion.

Burigod sat next to Jiaohe, and he smelled the familiar smell and said, "Yes."

Burigud covered the corner of the blanket dragged on the ground on his knees, then turned his head and asked curiously: "Then are you from Zheng or from Dasha?"

"I am

The people of Zheng have never been from the desert." Jiaohe's eyes were like bright falcons, "As for this totem, it's just a disguise of sneaking into your royal court."

"Okay, Zheng Guoren Jiaohe." Burigud lay on the sand indifferently, "We will be in the royal court in two days. If you hold on before that, I don't want to end your life with a scimitar. But if that moment really comes." He smiled and looked at Jiaohe, and said seriously, "I hope you know my name at that time. My name is Burigud."

Burigod leaned his hands against the back of his head, looking at the starry sky that was almost close to him with a comfortable expression, and then yawned lazyly.

Jiaohe did not answer, he slowly raised his head and followed Burigude's gaze to the glittering stars in the sky. Suddenly, he saw a shadow flying by from the starlight. Chinese website

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He was surprised by the fleeting shadow, and at the same time, the originally relaxed nerves suddenly tensed uneasily. He lay down slowly on his side, and the cold night wind made him curl up, but at this moment, Burigod suddenly stretched out his arms to wrap around his shoulders.

Jiaohe opened his eyes that had just closed, and asked in a cold voice: "What are you doing?"

"The wind in the desert is too cold." Burigod asked with a scoundrel, "Aren't you cold?"

Jiaohe tried to break free from Burigod's arm, but the other party's hand hugged him tighter and tighter.

"I'm not cold." Jiaohe struggled for a moment, "Put your hand away."

Burigod's hand suddenly stroked Jiaohe's forehead. He smacked his lips and said, "It's so hot. Your illness is so serious that you're talking nonsense. I'm so cold that I'm trembling. How could you not be cold?"

Jiaohe moved his body and tried to take Burigude's hand away, but his body was too weak and his strength was not as strong as the other party.

He struggled for a few times but couldn't get rid of it, so he turned his head and stared at Burigod and said, "I'm not cold, please take your hand away."

"No, this blanket is something I want from the Cana people. I carried you for several days, and now it's so cold that you're trembling. Do you have to share it with me?" Burigod blinked, "Besides, I made a vow under the holy Tarateng, I will be responsible for your life, hey, Zheng Guoren." He grinned with his white teeth, "Your life is mine now."

"I didn't let you take responsibility for my life." Jiaohe looked cold and threatened, "Do you take it?"

Burigod smiled even harder, and he said as if he was laughing, "Don't take it."

Jiaohe closed his eyes helplessly and said, "If you snore, I will cut your throat at night."

Burigod leaned his head closer to him. The distance between the two foreheads was not the size. He lowered his voice and whispered: "We slept together in the past five days. Don't you know if I snore?"

Jiaohe buried his head in the blanket and ignored him. The thick blanket covered the two of them. In the warm blanket, the light fragrant tea mixed with familiar sweat lingered on the tip of his nose. Jiaohe quickly fell asleep.

In his sleep, he murmured, "Your hand..."

Burigod looked at the stars with satisfaction, and he replied softly with a smile.

"fine."

The seventh day has arrived.

The Cana team walked slowly in the ancient riverbed in the desert. Their water bags were already shriveled, the hot sun hung high in the air. The water was cut off as early as the fourth day and the food was finished, but hunger was not the only threat.

Some soldiers were always in the sand because of dehydration, and their comrades were no longer able to dig their graves for him, so they could only let the wind and sand bury them. Perhaps the only thing that supports their will is the impatient killing, but they also longed to find an oasis, and they were even more eager to reach the destination that they were about to arrive on the eighth day.

Desert Royal Court.

"Their water is gone, and they all look weak." Kuroko crawled on the dunes and peeped carefully. "Now, if you rush down, I can kill one with one finger."

Heizi said as he turned his face to look at Liang Fenghou. His throat slid and looked nervous, but his hand that was uneasy to hold the hilt of the knife was seen by Liang Fenghou.

"You only have ten fingers, and they are as many as ten thousand. Don't take risks, continue to observe." Liang Fenghou's voice was still cold.

, He turned to look at the scout behind him, "Have the scout returned?"

"We just arrived this morning and we changed to a new ambush, so we were delayed on the way." The scout pushed the crooked helmet, "Why are you summoning me at the back?"

"No." Liang Fenghou crawled back down the sand dune quickly, "I'll go in person." He told Heizi before leaving, "Heizi, keep a close eye on it, come and report any abnormal movements immediately."

Kuroko lifted Bu Wang on her chin and nodded in a deep voice: "Here!"

When Liang Fenghou was advancing, he asked: "Have you ever sent a message from the major military camps in Feiying?"

The scout followed closely and reported very quickly: "The major military camps have come to prepare and wait for battle according to the order of the Lord. The Fenghuo Camp and the Knight Camp are each stationed ten miles away from the atrium, and the Chensha Camp is two miles behind here. The leader of the Iron Blood Camp replied that Zuo Ting had a strange movement, so he has not yet been dispatched. The Pofeng Camp has always been the cover of the Iron Blood Camp, and they are still stationed on the spot."

"What kind of abnormal movement can Zuo Ting have? The Iron Blood Camp is a team of war. After General Zhen left, these veterans were the most dissatisfied with discipline." Liang Fenghou took off the bupa with his nose and said, "Repay it truthfully."

The scout took out the letter and handed it over, saying, "Two days ago, the foreign invaders from Zuoting dispatched about 30,000 light cavalry and were approaching the atrium."

Liang Fenghou's expression calmed down a little. He looked at the letter and asked, "Who is the leader?"

The scout did not pause and immediately said, "The prince of Zuo Ting, Angqin."

"It's him." Liang Fenghou lifted the simple curtain of the camp, lowered his head and walked in, and took a breath, "Where is the camp?"

The scout lowered the curtain and turned around and said, "Cantone came to report that the Cana ships were no longer building towers, but the Cana people were very strange. They seemed to be digging sand in the sand."
Chapter completed!