Zhang Zhendong couldn't sleep. The scene of his mother lying in a pool of blood was vivid in his mind. He was afraid that he would never see that kind and gentle face again.
Before the fall of Heyun Kingdom, Zhang Zhendong's father was a famous blacksmith in Heyun Kingdom, and he forged countless fine products in his father's hands.
Ping~~ping~ping
When forging, my father was bent over and busy, making molds, adjusting, smelting, and casting. With his calloused hands, my father integrated his life's efforts into a handful of magic weapons. When I was a child, I loved to play with the newly forged weapons next to my father.
Weapons, fantasizing about being a brave soldier.
"Zhendong, a blacksmith must be more sincere, more sensitive, more open-minded, braver, and more tenacious than others."
The red-hot iron reflected his father's focused face, and Zhang Zhendong remembered his father's words.
But all this changed when the Holy Lord came.
In the winter of 15 years ago, the Holy Lord gathered all his followers to launch the Renjiu Coup.
That night, the first snow reflected the moonlight, and it was always so quiet before the storm.
The Holy Lord led an army of 300,000 stingers, marched to the city, and pointed directly at the flowery capital of the capital.
The founder of the country, Ye Hanqing, stood on the wall of the prosperous capital city, holding the Yuchi Divine Sword with its sharp edge, and wearing a flowing silver dragon armor. The four armies were unable to communicate with each other, and only the Royal Forest Army accompanied him.
Ye Hanqing knew very well that this battle was an egg against a stone, but the people and living beings behind him made it impossible for him to risk his life.
The people only know that that night, the eastern night sky was surprisingly bright.
Ye Hanqing led all the forest guards to defend and refused to retreat. Kun Qi lingered on the Yuchi Divine Sword, and with one move, Yuchi. Hanmu Chunhua reached towards the sky.
The Kun Qi spread out, rolling up thousands of miles of clouds and smoke, the wind and current swept across, and the boundless sea surface was covered with thousands of waves, severely damaging the stinging army. The Holy Lord was unable to block the infinite power of this sword and was severely damaged.
The general's breath is as smiling as the wind.
The night sky in the east finally dimmed, and a thousand dreams and prosperity vanished into nothingness.
Ye Hanqing put the Yu Chi Divine Sword in his right hand on his neck, and several poisonous arrows from the general's back were inserted straight into his body. The founder of the country exchanged the lives of all the royal family with the Holy Lord for the people of Dawn.
Ye Hanqing fell, in this country of fertile fields, thousands of miles of fertile fields, the fragrance of birds and flowers, and the lingering west wind of Yun Country.
But how can a shameless person abide by the agreement? The stingers under the Holy Lord gained great strength by taking Gu Pills.
But little did they know that Gu Pills were made by extracting Kun Qi from living people.
The Holy Lord captured young men on a large scale, and the warriors who awakened Kun Qi used them to extract Gu Pills to gain great power. As a result, the people of Heyun Kingdom lived in dire straits.
Zhang Zhendong's father was a blacksmith who used Kun Qi to forge divine weapons. He was also taken away by the Holy Lord. Zhang Zhendong has never seen his father again since then.
But they, the common people, did not know that Gu Pills were extracted from living people. They only knew that their family members were taken away to work as slaves for the Holy Lord. Therefore, they could never see each other again in this life.
Since his father was taken away, Zhang Zhendong could only depend on his mother, who barely supported the dilapidated family by relying on needlework.
Zhang Zhendong is also a filial child. He goes to the mountains every day to cut firewood, fish and cook. Although his father was taken away, life at home is still enjoyable.
Today is his eighteenth birthday, and it is also the day when the stingers want to take him away.
This eighteen-year-old boy remembered the misfortune of his life on this night, and burst into tears. Endless sadness filled this boy, and he hated the rule of darkness in his heart.
An idea flashed through Zhang Zhendong's mind: since I have nothing to worry about, I will fight to the death.
Father, mother and children are ready, pointing their swords at the dawn of Yunhe Kingdom!