Chapter 659: The Intermediate Barrier between the West and Daluo, Grassland
In the colorful tomb, Li Guan sat on the ground with a chessboard, his whole body shrouded in starlight, his eyes closed, his expression changing, switching between joy, sorrow, joy and anger.
He wanted to enter the memory fragment of the second battle between the second generation Khan and Emperor Ying Cheng.
But contrary to expectations, this was not something he could enter if he wanted to.
This ancestral mausoleum of the Khan royal family is indeed special. It can preserve some residual wills and memories of the deceased, but the problem is that these things are completely random. Li Guanqi cannot select certain wills and memories based on his own preferences.
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But he firmly believes that he will be able to enter, but it will take time.
Because these remnants of will are obviously not irregular, but only those life experiences that left a deep impression on the deceased can be preserved.
For example, the very beginning, Nala Utameng who died young.
The will and memory he was able to retain were the scene when he and his father parted for the last time. For him, that was the first time he received a mission from his father, and it was also the first time he had the opportunity to gain his father's approval.
Naturally very impressive.
The second-generation Khan did not die young. His life of more than 900 years gave him many impressive life experiences.
But Li Guanqi believed that that guy's peak battle with Emperor Ying Cheng would definitely rank at the top of these life experiences and would definitely be preserved, and now he just needs a memory to experience it one by one.
The passage of time in the outside world has become very confusing to Li Guanqi.
Under the effect of the Star Technique, Li Guanqi completely integrated with the remaining will of the second-generation Khan. He continued to experience one scene after another from the perspective, emotions, concepts, and thoughts of the second-generation Khan.
Suddenly, he couldn't tell whether he was Li Guanqi or the second-generation Khan-Hurius?
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"call--"
The night was dark, and the evening wind blew out the candles through the windowsill, making the already dark hall appear even darker.
And sitting on the throne in the main hall was a majestic man.
He wears a blue royal robe, a golden crown on his head, and has a pair of sharp brown eyes like an eagle. Although he is a little slovenly, his unshaven face further highlights his wildness as a prairie man.
The second generation khan, Hurizius.
"Everyone..."
The Beimang Khan looked at the empty palace, slowly spoke, and made a hoarse voice, "The war has been brutal. Our grassland and Daluo have been fighting until now. Have you seen enough?
If this continues, it will be difficult for me to remain unwavering in my position. Maybe I will lead the Beimang Royal Court to defect to the Daluo Dynasty? Until then, can you still continue to watch the fire from the other side? "
"Oh."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter came from the shadows of the hall.
Then several figures in black robes wearing black hoods, whose faces could not be seen clearly, "floated" out of the shadows one after another and stood on top of the main hall.
"Khan, I thought you would never speak."
One of the black-robed men looked at Hurius and said with a smile: "In that case, let's talk about the terms. Our Curse Academy will help you resist Daluo's invasion. As a price, from now on, your grassland will be invaded every year."
We need to provide our Conjuration Academy with..."
"There are no conditions, no price, and no bullshit offer!"
Jurius sat on the throne, looking down at these black-robed magicians with cold eyes, and said in a dull voice, "Listen! You can choose to let go and leave directly, and then I will choose to surrender and surrender to the Daluo Dynasty.
, and then follow Ying Cheng’s footsteps and officially launch an attack on you.
The Tulip Empire, the Violet Empire, and the School of Magic, you three Western forces are indeed very strong, but I wonder if the alliance between the three of you can stop the alliance between our grassland and Daluo?
You should know very well that to this day, the Daluo Dynasty has never launched any beheading operation against our Jiugong level.
Ying Cheng has been waiting for our surrender.
Since the war, we have indeed suffered heavy losses on the grassland, but when it comes to high-end combat capabilities, we have not suffered any loss at all.
Once we choose to truly surrender to the Daluo Dynasty, I will no longer be a grassland overlord, but I will still be a prince under Daluo. I can still call myself "my king" and I can still smile happily.
But what about you?
When you are in that situation, can you still laugh?
This is just a collaboration.
You help us resist the invasion of Daluo.
From now on, our grassland, as a barrier between the West and the East, will always remain neutral and will never join the Daluo Dynasty."
"..."
As soon as these words came out, many black-robed conjurers fell silent.
After a long time, a man in black robe slowly spoke: "Hurius, let's declare a battle. We have an appointment with Ying Cheng in the Kuran Snow Mountain. At that time, we will provide you with an increase. You should also know that no matter who he is,
Whether we keep the appointment or not, regardless of the outcome, Ying Cheng will know our attitude, and he will understand that this war is over."
"Farewell, Khan."
After saying that, these men in black robes turned around, disappeared into the shadows again, and disappeared.
Jurius was sitting on the throne, closing his eyes, raising his right hand, and rubbing his brow tiredly.
"Buzz——"
Suddenly, the entire palace was filled with colorful rays of light, sweeping the entire palace before slowly dissipating.
"Well, it seems those guys have completely left."
When the colorful glow completely dissipated, in the corner of the hall, a white-haired old man wearing a black cloak slowly walked out.
He stood in the center of the hall, looked at Hurius on the throne, and said respectfully: "Khan, why worry? After this battle, your achievements as the second generation Khan can be compared with Amul Khan. This is enough
You should be happy for a great cause that will go down in history."
"Happy?"
Jurius opened his eyes, frowned and looked at the old man, and said in a deep voice: "Tutamun, until this battle has started, it is true that you and I, who are at the Nine Palace level, have not died, but the ones below this
What about those? The astronomical numbers of the dead and injured, I don’t even dare to say!”
At the end of the sentence, the second-generation Beimang Khan was almost furious. He suddenly stood up from the throne, pointed at the white-haired old man below and roared filial piety: "I am the Khan!
Those dead humans and orcs are all my subjects! I should have protected them, but now I have caused countless casualties to them! How can you make me happy?!"
"That's what war is like."
The white-haired old man known as Tutamun looked indifferent, "There are always casualties in war. This is the cost, and these costs are inevitable. The point is, does this war have any meaning?
And the answer is, yes.
And it is of great significance.
After this battle, the Daluo Dynasty will fully understand that once they launch an invasion on the grassland, the Western forces will intervene to jointly resist their attack and prevent them from succeeding.
The Western forces will also understand how important our grassland is. If we choose to surrender to Daluo, what is waiting for the west is the Daluo Dynasty that has completely absorbed the power of the grassland - it is a more powerful one, capable of relying on the power of a country.
The strongest dynasty to compete with the Western Alliance.
This is what affects generations to come.
From now on, for hundreds and thousands of years, as long as our grassland remains neutral and maintains a certain level of combat power, we will have a perfect room for maneuver between the Western forces and the Eastern Daluo."
Speaking of this, the white-haired old man looked at Jurius and smiled meaningfully, "Khan, in addition to this, in this war, we also saw clearly the thoughts of many orcs, didn't we?
After the war in Daluo is over, it’s time for us to clean up the interior.”
"..."
Jurius frowned and sat back on the throne, "The war is still going on, so I don't want to talk about these internal strife."
"OK."
The white-haired old man didn't force it, he just put his hands behind his back and looked up at the ceiling of the hall.
There is a dome mural there, which shows the dinner party between Amul Khan and the beast kings. They all have smiles on their faces.
This is a scene that really happened in history. It was the celebration banquet held by Amul Khan and the beast kings on the day when the Grassland Alliance was officially established.
After being created into a mural, this mural was called "Peace of the Grassland". The symbolic meaning is the same as the name of the mural, which is the peace of the grassland and the equality and harmony among the grassland tribes.
"Peace..."
The white-haired old man looked at the mural, with a bit of confusion in his muddy brown eyes, "Khan, tell me, what will happen if our grassland chooses to cooperate with the Daluo Dynasty? The world can usher in the first time of the new era.
Unification?"
"That should be okay?"
Jurius leaned back on the throne, thought for a while, and then said hesitantly: "Based on the information we have, if our grassland joins Daluo, the Western Alliance will not be able to stop it. The final result will be high probability
It was the Da Luo Dynasty that conquered the Violet Empire and the Tulip Empire, crushed the Conjuration Academy, and unified the world.
Then a genocide was launched against the magicians all over the world.
As for what happens next?
After that, it should be us.
Unload the mill and kill the donkey.
After unifying the world, without the restraint of Western forces, the Daluo Dynasty has no reason to keep our Beimang Royal Court. We have no choice but to surrender.
But if this really happens, we will fall into the abyss completely.
That group of Daluo people who think highly of themselves will not only put the orcs in cages and regard them as beasts like monsters, but they will also regard us prairie people as an inferior race.
In the final analysis, choosing to cooperate with the Daluo Dynasty is basically choosing to submit to Daluo.
And surrendering to Daluo is definitely a terrible choice.
As for cooperating with Western forces...well, that's not feasible either.
Regardless of the fact that the West and Daluo are currently at odds with each other, in fact, how can we, these forces, have any permanent hostile relationship?
If we dare to form an alliance with the Tulip Empire, the Violet Empire and the Daluo Dynasty will turn around and join forces to destroy us first, thus forming a two-legged alliance between the two countries.
It would also be a different situation to cooperate with Violet.
After much deliberation, compared with these circumstances, our grassland might as well remain neutral... and so on."
As he said that, Hurius suddenly became a little surprised. He looked at the white-haired old man above the hall and said in surprise: "Hey, old man, why did you suddenly mention the cooperation with Da Luo? What are you thinking about?"
"I'm just wondering when the world will finally usher in peace."
The white-haired old man looked up at the dome mural, stretched out his hand to wrap the black cloak around him, and murmured softly: "If the Daluo Dynasty can unify the world, will there be no more wars in this world? After all, the world is unified,
Is there any battle left to fight?”
"Thinking too much."
Jurius waved his hand and said calmly: "This is nonsense, even if the world is unified, war will start from within.
Small things lead to big things, such as the Daluo Dynasty. Although that area seems to be very peaceful now, I can guarantee that sooner or later, the family with the Eight Kingdoms surname will rebel against the Ying family.
And it’s not just Daluo, our grasslands are actually...forget it, let’s not talk about this.
To put it bluntly, there can never be eternal peace in this world. The so-called peace period is just the recovery time between the last war and the next war."
"I really don't like this sentence."
The white-haired old man shook his head, turned and left.
Jurius, on the other hand, withdrew his gaze, raised his head slightly, leaned against the throne, and let out a melodious sigh in the dim hall.
"Ying Cheng, Ying Cheng, the war between Grassland and Daluo was officially kicked off by that punch of yours that day."
"I wonder how many tricks I can do in your hands with the help of the Conjuring Academy in the next curtain call performance?"
"Oh, you guys named Ying really don't have any shortcomings except that you don't live long."
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The wind and snow are howling!
On a stretch of endless snow-capped mountains, two figures of kings stood in the air, looking at each other from a distance!
"I thought you wouldn't go to the war appointment."
Hurius, wearing a golden crown and a blue royal robe, looked at the Eastern emperor in front of him with solemn eyes.
"Why don't you go?"
Ying Cheng was still wearing the black gold imperial robe of the Great Luo Dynasty, with a calm expression, "You yourself issued a challenge and begged me to beat you up. Why can't I be as beautiful as a man? Or..."
The emperor opened his hands and looked around the wind and snow with a smile, "Do you think I am afraid? Are you afraid that you and those white-skinned pigs will set a trap to ambush me? Do you think I will be worried about this? Hahahahahaha!"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh. The sound of the wind and snow around him couldn't cover up his wild laughter.
"I'm even looking forward to it!"
Suddenly, Ying Cheng turned his head violently and looked at Hurius in front of him. His expression was extremely complicated, with fighting intent, sadness, and even envy. "Some people always say that the Ying family's royal family will not live to be more than a hundred years old. This is too true."
It’s not accurate. In fact, only very, very few of the Ying family can live to be over 90 years old.
Most of the Ying family members will die in their 80s, which is still a long way from being a hundred years old.
And I'm almost there too.
But I'm only 76 years old... Unlike you, I have a lot of time to waste. I don't have such a long life, so I can only use these short decades of life to live as much as possible.
Wonderful.
My prince has also been chosen. He is excellent and I have no worries.
So I'm actually looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to what kind of conspiracy you and those white-skinned pigs might have to die. It would be best if a few demigods could gather here.
After all, I don’t have much time left to live, at most a year or two? Then I have to die of old age, ha!
I think if I can use an earth-shattering battle as my farewell to this world, it would be a very, very good way to end my career."
Having said this, Ying Cheng looked at the Beimang Khan in front of him and grinned softly, "Hurius, what do you think?"
"If it were your choice, would you die on the battlefield or die in bed?"