“Isn’t it possible to reclaim wasteland?”

Chu Wenting thought about it and said.

In the north of Long Kingdom, people were laughed at as the Great Northern Wilderness in the last century, but now it has become a rich grain production base.

"The soldier who abandoned the spear in his hand was no longer a real soldier, and the man who threw away the horse pole in his hand was no longer a Hada in the eyes of women."

"This is a belief. Every nation has its own belief. You are worried about their survival in winter, but have you found that they have ever worried about themselves?"

Ye Lingtian carried Chu Wenting onto the horse and drove towards the east.

"Set up the topic, why do they respect you so much?"

Just as Ye Lingtian said, although the real nomadic peoples are hospitable, they are not a tourism industry, and it is not easy to live in their tents.

Not to mention, it is in such a snowy environment that you can’t buy even if you have money.

But the fact is that as soon as Ye Lingtian came, the nomadic people here were willing to give up three tents for him. This shows how respect Ye Lingtian is here, and it is not too much to call it love.

"Because in the past, there would be enemies further north that they would be afraid of, and that was a group of barbaric predators. Your husband and I came, so that those enemies would not dare to trample on this land again."

It's time to go and see that battlefield.

Ye Lingtian swung his whip and ran up his horse, causing Chu Wenting in front of him to scream in panic.

Beiling, the base camp behind the God of Medicine Sect, that is, the Medicine God Valley, is here.

"Tian'er, are you really going?"

In the Frost Valley, a white-haired old man looked at the man who was soaking his whole body in the cold pond in front of him, with a sad face and a deep regret in his eyes.

It shouldn't have been sent to the desert!

"You have to go!"

"Father, the king called me, and before I really retreated from the robe, the king's order is my order, and I will never hesitate to the point of his sharp knife."

The man in the cold pond did not open his eyes, but the entire Frost Valley was filled with his domineering and resolute voice.

"Ye Lingtian."

"What a king of the desert, I can make my son willing to work for him. This is the pill I asked the Valley Lord to refine for you. It cannot cure the blood and energy in your body, but it can freeze your heart."

The old man left a box on the shore and finally sighed and left.

"Father!"

After the old man left, the man in the cold pond slowly opened his eyes. He murmured softly, looking at the direction of the old man leaving with a complicated look on his face.

If you look closely at his eyes, it is not difficult to see that there are a lot of blood in it, and the hair floating on the cold pond is even more blood-red at the end.

This person is Ye Lingtian's former chief commander, Feng Tian. Although he is no longer the commander, he is still the latter in Ye Lingtian's left and right arm.

"Leng Guao, I hope you don't disappoint the king."

Feng Tian's eyes gradually gathered, and a big sword with black runes slowly rose from the bottom of the cold pond until it was suspended in front of him.

The first weapon in the desert is known as the sword blade flowing with demonic blood and the black blood sword.

To the north of the North Ridge, in a villa near the northern border, a master looked at the ice sculpture in front of him, his face wondering, and he had no breath!

Will he die? Then should I say it?
Chapter completed!