Chapter eight hundred and ninety sixth: Desolate general and desolate feather
Although Jiang Yun originally thought about showing his desolate pattern when he entered the city, as he learned more and more about the world, he gave up this idea.
Because the current Desolate Clan is too powerful and domineering, they will never allow foreigners to possess Desolate Marks.
Desolate patterns can only be given by the real people of the Desolate tribe with their consent.
And those who are given the Desolate Pattern can be considered as members of the Desolate Clan, but their status can only be that of Desolate slaves!
If Jiang Yun really reveals his desolate pattern, then what awaits him will not be the respect of the Desolate Clan, but he will be immediately caught by the Desolate Clan and interrogated about the origin of his desolate pattern.
However, now, under the huge pressure released by the war palace of the Desolate tribe, Jiang Yun's desolate patterns are clearly about to emerge uncontrollably.
This made Jiang Yun know very well that in fact, Huang Tu had not given up the pursuit of his origins, and bringing him to this battle hall was actually a test of his identity.
If his desolate pattern appears at this time, let alone join the army of the desolate tribe, I am afraid that I will never be able to leave this war palace.
Thinking of this, the only Taoist spirit in Jiang Yun's body suddenly opened his eyes, and the rich power of chaos instantly emitted, going straight to the center of his eyebrows, tightly wrapping up the three desolate lines.
Since the Hun Chaos clan belongs to one of the nine clans, it should be the only one with the power to suppress Huang Wen.
Sure enough, after the power of chaos appeared, the three desolate patterns gradually calmed down, which also made Jiang Yun breathe a sigh of relief.
None of this was revealed on Jiang Yun's face, so Huang Tu, who had been secretly observing Jiang Yun's expression, didn't see anything wrong.
In his eyes, Jiang Yun was just sizing up the war palace in front of him.
After coughing slightly, Huang Tu said: "My Huang clan has five palaces, each of which performs its own duties. This is our clan's war palace, which is responsible for all war-related matters. Brother Jiang, please come with me!"
Jiang Yun nodded silently, feeling that the three strokes of Huang Tu had completely calmed down, and followed Huang Tu towards the war palace.
When the gatekeepers see Huang Tu, they will bow to Huang Tu respectfully.
Jiang Yun took a special look at these gatekeepers and found that they were not members of the Desolate tribe, but still slaves of the Desolate tribe.
However, when he actually stepped into the war palace, Jiang Yun immediately felt powerful spiritual consciousness sweeping towards him.
Although he didn't see anyone, Jiang Yun was sure that the owners of these spiritual consciousnesses were all real members of the Desolate tribe.
Huang Tu obviously knew about this situation, so he explained in a low voice: "Brother Jiang, please don't mind. The war palace is an important place for our clan and is extremely well-defended. Even my clan members are not allowed to enter at will."
Jiang Yun nodded calmly and said: "It doesn't matter!"
Huang Tu said nothing more and continued to lead the way, while Jiang Yun followed behind.
Looking at Huang Tu's back, Jiang Yun was already curious about this person's identity among the Huang clan.
Although there was no aura emanating from this young man's body, but based on his age and conduct, Jiang Yun could easily guess that the other person's cultivation level was actually not high.
At most, it's around the Earth Protectorate.
However, his status among the Desolate Clan should not be low.
Both the guards at the city gate and the guards at the war palace were extremely respectful to him.
Rather, he not only had complete freedom of entry and exit of this war palace, which even real clan members could not enter at will, but he was also familiar with the place and apparently came there often.
After a while, the two of them arrived in front of a large hall, and a middle-aged man stood on each side of the hall door.
Above their eyebrows, Jiang Yun finally saw a barren pattern deliberately revealed.
Obviously, they are just like Huang Tu, they are the real members of the Huang tribe.
Moreover, they also had great respect for Huang Tu. When they saw Huang Tu, they immediately bowed and saluted, but Huang Tu waved his hand to stop him and said: "No need to be polite, where is Sir Huang General?"
One of them clasped his fists and said, "Sir Huang Jiang went to inspect the military camp."
"oh!"
Huang Tu nodded, with a hint of apology on his face, and turned to Jiang Yun and said, "I didn't expect that Mr. Huang General was not here. Logically speaking, I should take Brother Jiang to the military camp. However, after all, Brother Jiang is not from our clan at the moment.
people, so it’s not very convenient.”
Jiang Yun said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'll just come back next time!"
Just when Huang Tu and Jiang Yun were about to turn around and leave, a crisp laughter like silver bells suddenly came from the hall.
"Huang Tu, why are you free to come to my place today? It's such a rare visitor!"
As they spoke, a beautiful woman in a red dress walked out of the hall. She had a curvy figure and a charming smile. Her appearance was somewhat similar to that of Huang Tu.
However, the desolate pattern revealed above her eyebrows was not part of it, but the entire shape of a mass of gas.
Seeing this beautiful woman, Jiang Yun couldn't help but be slightly startled. It was obvious that she was the so-called Huang Jiang.
But Jiang Yun never expected that Huang Jiang would be such a beautiful woman.
In his imagination, the wild general must be a heroic, brave and brave man.
However, Huang Tu's face showed a look of surprise and said: "Sister Huang Yu, you are back!"
Huang Yu nodded, then looked at Jiang Yun behind Huang Tu and said, "Who is this?"
Jiang Yun didn't speak, so Huang Tu introduced: "This is Jiang Yun!"
"Sister, you already know about the recruitment order. He was invited by me to join my army of the Desolate tribe. I brought him to you this time to see what kind of military position he can get."
Huang Yu looked Jiang Yun up and down, a strange color flashed across his beautiful eyes.
Although Jiang Yun couldn't understand it, Huang Tu knew it well.
This clan sister of mine should also feel friendly towards Jiang Yun.
After a moment, Huang Yu withdrew his gaze and said to Huang Tu: "Logically speaking, the clan sister will naturally pay attention to the friends you recommend."
"However, you also know that these are extraordinary times and rules must not be broken. Therefore, what kind of military position he can obtain, and whether he can even join our army of the Desolate Tribe, still depends on his strength."
Huang Tu nodded and said: "As it should be!"
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Only then did Huang Yu look at Jiang Yun again and said: "Jiang Yun, since you and I are both monks, I will tell you straight away that I will attack you. The extent to which you can withstand it will mean what you can gain."
military position."
"good!"
As Jiang Yun nodded in agreement, the smile on Huang Yu's face suddenly faded, and was replaced by a look of solemnity.
The gas-shaped desolate pattern between Huang Yu's eyebrows also seemed to come alive, suddenly branching out and covering her bumpy body.
Under the cover of this desolate pattern, there is a powerful aura floating out from Huang Yu's body.
Feeling this breath, Jiang Yun's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.
Because he is too familiar with this kind of breath, it is evil spirit!
Only after experiencing too many killings can you have such evil spirit!
Immediately afterwards, four words came out of Huang Yu's mouth: "A hundred battles against Huang Sha!"
"boom!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the desolate patterns covering her body immediately left her body and surged towards Jiang Yun, completely swallowing him up in an instant.
Under the wrap of Huang Wen, Jiang Yun immediately lost sight of Huang Yu and Huang Tu, and was replaced by a battlefield.
In his ears, there was a shocking sound of fighting.