The first thousand two hundred and seventy-six chapters Yaoting death account
The valley where the two dragons hold the pearl is indeed the Yaoting King's Tent, but Li Luo forgot to ask where the Yaoting King's Tent is. Not only did Li Luo forget, but Yuan Jun and Hucha Dongchan also forgot.
Already.
Looking at the innocent-looking Huyanjiati, Hong Jun and Ban Zhong could hardly suppress their anger. Huyanjiati was so confused that he didn't know that he had just come close to being beaten.
This place is indeed called Yaoting Wangzhang, but this king is not the other king. The pronunciation is correct, but it is actually the word for death. The Yiyi herdsmen had the intention of harming others when they showed the way, and the generals remembered the name.
Who knew that there was such a dead camp in Yaoting? No wonder the soldiers looked strange when they asked Yaoting to submit their soldiers. They thought they were unwilling to face their old master. Who knew there were other reasons behind it.
Perhaps the soldiers of the Northern Expedition were still intent on killing, or maybe Huyanjiati and the others had such intentions and were pretending to be confused, so what was originally thought to be a fierce battle turned into what it is now, which really made Li Luo and the generals not know what was going on.
Should I be happy or disappointed?
All members of the Yaoting royal family or dignitaries were buried in this place after their death. It was indeed a feng shui blessed place, but it was also the death place of the Yaoting tombs. How did this place come to be the Yaoting royal tent that the generals expected?
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"What the hell is this? Hey, what should we do now?" Hong Jun tugged on his beard and said in annoyance.
Only then did Huyanjiati notice the dissatisfaction of the generals around him, and shrank his neck, not daring to speak.
"Let's ask first and then we'll talk." Li Luo laughed and said, "I'll settle down now that I'm here. Even if it's not where King Yaoting's tent is, and the tomb of King Yaoting's ancestor is captured, I don't think King Yaoting's face will look good."
By the lake, the Dagan people unsheathed their swords and drove the Yaoting people in the valley to one place.
There are about thousands of people. Except for the three thousand guards, the rest are mostly servants who take care of this valley. After asking around, I really can't get any useful information. However, there are many people in the valley.
Saving food, money and supplies is better than nothing.
Qian Yi and Ying Feng pulled out an old man of about half a hundred who was dressed in a slightly more solemn and luxurious manner from the crowd, and threw it in front of Li Luo. Before Li Luo could ask a question, the old man said something in a stern voice.
Li Luo probably understood a few words, but he could also guess what the old man meant. He must be asking who these bold madmen were who dared to break into the tombs of the Yaoting royal family. Naturally, he also had some words to threaten Li Luo's generals.
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Li Luo touched the tip of his nose and said in a straight and clear voice in Dagan dialect: "I am the Dingtian King of Dagan. I came to the Caohai to kill people. Do you understand what I am saying?"
The old man was startled, but he was still talking endlessly, and it seemed that he did not understand what Li Luo said.
"Beheaded." Li Luo said calmly.
Hou Xilai, the leader of the Qiongqi camp, raised his sword and killed the old man on the spot, who was unaware of the impending disaster, and buried his body in the lake.
The noisy crowd fell silent in an instant, and those who wanted to take advantage of Yao Ting's remaining power all stopped making noises and looked at the long knives still stained with blood in the hands of Li Luo and Hou Xilai in silence.
"Doesn't anyone understand what I said?" Li Luo asked again.
The Yaoting people looked at each other in confusion, and really didn't know what Li Luo was talking about. Li Luo's expression was as cold as before, but he was also trying to figure out how to deal with the Yaoting people in front of him.
At this time, a young man stood up. As soon as he stood up, he saw hundreds of sharp lights staring at the man. The man's face changed and his body swayed, but he still stood up slowly and said: "You
Who are you and what do you want to do to us?"
The man was very smart and spoke the most widely circulated Mongolian language in Caohai. He was considered a loyal person. He was afraid that the demon in front of him, who was almost the same age as him, would kill another innocent person again.
Bring it to yourself and give it a chance to breathe.
Li Luo said calmly: "In Caohai, Meng Jue is the most powerful. It seems to be true." After saying that, he changed the language of Meng Jue and asked, "Who are you? Tell me your history. If there is any lie,
Kill without mercy."
The man said in a trembling voice: "We are the Yaoting people who live here."
Although the man looked frightened, he just rolled his eyes before speaking, and he knew there was something wrong in his heart. The generals snorted, and they really didn't know whether to live or die.
Li Luo smiled, shook his head and said, "I'm not interested in the dead buried here. I only value the living."
The man's expression changed. Before he could argue, an old voice from the crowd interrupted the man: "Mo Sheng."
The young man named Mo Sheng had a stern look on his face and kept silent. He was even more respectful than when he saw these soldiers with murderous intent.
A gray-headed old man in the crowd slowly stood up, looked pitifully at the Yaoting soldiers who died in the hands of General Li Luo and the Guzhong people who had harmed Chiyu, and walked out slowly. The crowd automatically separated a path,
There were still several people who wanted to stop the old man, but the old man stopped them. However, the expression on Li Luo's face was filled with anger in addition to fear. It seemed that this old man's status in this valley was not low.
The old man walked very slowly, and it took him a long time to reach Li Luo. Hong Jun wanted to go over and pull the old man over, but he was stopped by Yuan Jun. Yuan Jun shook his head gently, signaling Hong Jun to calm down.
This is an old man who is in his dying years. He seems to be dying soon, but his eyes are very bright, which means he has returned to his original nature.
"I am Yiheyela, the priest of Yaoting. This general is not from Caohai, right? I don't know where he comes from?"
"My surname is Li Mingluo, and I come from Dagan."
"Dagan?" Yiheyela was stunned, sighed, and said with some sadness, "We are finally going to fight again."
"Do you know Dagan?"
Yiheyela nodded, as if he had aged a lot in an instant, "I know there is a big country in the south of Caohai called Dagan. Where are you from?"
"good."
"So you Da Gan won this war?"
Li Luo was silent. Yiheyela thought for a while, sighed and said, "That's right. If Da Gan hadn't won, how could the general be here?"
"No." Li Luo suddenly said calmly.
"No?" Yiheyela looked at Li Luo in confusion.
"Dagan has never defeated Caohai."
Yiheyela was slightly startled and did not ask any more questions. There might be other reasons, and knowing too much would be of little use.
"Except for me, less than ten people here know that Caohai and Dagan are at war. They originally knew nothing."
Li Luo glanced at the Yaoting people and nodded slightly. These people looked confused and confused when they heard Yiheyela talking about the war.