Volume 1 The Empire in the Morning Chapter 182 The feet of the barren are on the grassland (Part 2)
Volume 1: The Empire in the Morning Chapter 182: The Desolate Man’s Feet Stepping on the Grassland (Part 2)
The sky is dark and the grasslands are turning into lakes.
No matter how powerful the desert warrior is, once it cannot run at high speed and for a long time like the wolves on the shores of Atami, it loses its most important ability. In the eyes of the prairie cavalry wandering around and drawing their bows, they suddenly become immovable targets. No matter what,
What a powerful close-quarters defense they had, but they were shot repeatedly by countless feather arrows, and in the end they could only bleed to death.
Of course, if you want to use feather arrows to kill these desolate warriors who are as skinny as paper and bones as hard as stone, even if the opponent does not dodge or evade, you will need an extremely terrifying number of feather arrows. If it is a war in an ordinary situation, there will be no cavalry.
Will carry so many feather arrows, but in the days when the deserters went south, dozens of large tribes in the Zuozhang Royal Court lost consecutive battles. The grassland people continued to learn lessons from the defeats, and finally decided on today's war strategy.
One of the seven great wizards was dispatched, and he also dispatched elite cavalry directly under his command. How could there be a situation where the arrows were ineffective?
The horse moved like the wind, and arrows fell like rain. The prairie knight whistled sharply, kicked the horse's belly with his legs, and relied on his exquisite archery skills to accurately draw the bow and shoot the arrow. Surrounded in the center, the swamp-like grassland ground
The desert warriors on top struggled to pull out their legs from the grass and mud, struggled to move their legs, and trudged desperately to the outside.
However, the second step he took was also stuck in the mud. Coupled with those precise and terrifying arrows, the deserter's breakout speed was extremely slow. One of the most powerful warriors bravely stepped through the thick mud regardless of the arrows embedded in his body.
, rushed to a place less than twenty steps away from the prairie cavalry, and was hit by an arrow in the knee. He groaned and fell down in despair.
Suddenly encountering such a weird ambush, the old veteran among the desert warriors had already noticed the strange carriage behind the prairie cavalry and the strange people on it. He guessed that the sudden change in the grassland must be related to that carriage.
, only to hear the old man shouting a few words, a desert warrior with extremely thick arms walked over with difficulty and stood in front of him.
The Huangren elder pressed his palm on the warrior's back, groaned, and his face gradually turned pale. An inexplicable huge force was transmitted into the warrior's body through his palm.
The arm of this desert warrior actually became a little thicker, as if something had entered his body. He endured the severe pain from his skin, ignoring the blood that burst out of the corners of his eyes, and stared into the distance.
The carriage suddenly let out a beast-like roar, pulled out a big ax from its waist, and threw it towards that place!
There was a sound of chi chi in the air, and with the blessing of huge power, the big ax was like a bolt of lightning, crossing a distance of hundreds of feet in an instant, slashing at the old wizard of the royal court wearing a golden robe in the car!
Seeing the ax roaring towards him, the two royal warriors who had been standing silently beside the old wizard raised the giant shields at their feet at the most critical moment and stood in front of the wizard!
The tip of the ax collided violently with the giant metal shield, making a crisp and loud sound!
The grassland soldiers beside the car were so shocked that they covered their ears and fell to the ground.
The gorgeous carriage only trembled slightly and then returned to calm.
In the carriage, the old wizard sitting on the metal disk still had an expressionless face, chanting incantations quickly and hurriedly, the wrinkles on his face getting deeper and deeper. The vitality of the world around him entered the metal disk with his incantations, and then followed the complex
If the talisman of the star line enters the ground of the grassland, and is released through another metal disc that the royal court has buried in the ground in front of it, making the grassland above it become wetter and softer.
The last hope of the deserted people to escape the crisis was dashed. They held up heavy long knives and tried their best to break out in the soft mud. Some people kept falling down with dozens of arrows stabbed in their bodies, bleeding out like thorns, and they were swimming around.
The whistles from the prairie cavalry who were doing archery became more and more shrill, and their ferocious faces were filled with the joy of revenge.
Wet grass, bloody mud, and galloping horses form a cruel and desperate picture.
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The grassland world suddenly became quiet and clear.
The cruel arrow killings continued, but apart from the buzzing of strings and the sound of arrows piercing the air, as well as the sharp whistles of the prairie cavalry, no sound could be heard anymore. The deserters stopped for some reason and tried their best.
Bury your body low in the grass, defend silently, and no longer try to break out.
Immediately afterwards, even the humming of strings, the shooting of arrows, and the sharp whistles of the prairie people disappeared. The battlefield that should have been noisy became extremely quiet. Quiet is actually a relative term. In fact, the reason why
All these noisy sounds disappeared because the people on the battlefield could only hear one sound now.
It was the low vibrating sound of a heavy object crashing through the air at high speed. It was definitely not an arrow, but a flying sword used by the Central Plains people. It sounded more like a huge stone, which was thrown down from the clouds by Haotian and was accelerating.
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The desert warriors who had buried their bodies in the grass and mud raised their heads with difficulty and looked towards the sky. They had been mentally prepared to regard death as home. Their eyes had become extremely calm before, but at this time, suddenly
Occupied by burning passion and admiration.
The prairie cavalry who were wandering around the battlefield in the center of the prairie felt a sense of fear in their hearts for some unknown reason. They subconsciously slowed down the speed of drawing their bows and looked up in astonishment.
Everyone on both sides of the war raised their heads.
Looking towards the vibrating and terrifying sound in the sky.
Clouds cover the sun and cast shadows.
Just in the shadows under the clouds.
A man fell from the sky.
He cut through the sky, carrying blood-like flames on his body, and fell from the sky dozens of meters high, as if jumping from the clouds. The terrifying speed shattered the air around his body, and a semi-spherical mist spread out.
, maybe it was due to the intense friction that blood-like flames spattered on the legs at the back.
This man is like a meteorite hitting the earth.
The place where the meteorite fell was the gorgeous carriage in the royal court on the left side of the prairie.
The two most powerful warriors in the royal court on the carriage roared and raised their heavy shields, blocking the old wizard's head.
The old wizard's hands trembled violently, and the thought power in the sea of consciousness spurted out, mobilizing the vitality of the world around him to gather quickly. Then he raised his head, and his horrified eyes passed through the gap between the shields, and saw a foot.
Wearing a very ordinary leather boot on that foot, the leather boots are a little old and the soles are a little dirty. I don't know which grasslands, which Gobis, which sewages, which mountains and rivers I have stepped on.
The moment he saw this foot, the old wizard from the royal court understood something.
Death is coming.
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The man who fell like a meteorite stepped on the hard metal shield.
The soles of the old boots could not withstand this huge force and cracked inch by inch.
However, the hard metal shield also cracked inch by inch!
The two powerful men of the royal court who raised their huge shields didn't even have time to groan. Under the overwhelming and terrifying power, their thick arms turned directly into silk-like muscles, and they were just exposed.
The white bones instantly turned into powder, and blood spurted out from their noses, eyes, ears, and mouths like arrows.
The feet that no longer had soles broke through the giant shield and continued downward among the flying metal fragments. They easily broke through the condensed vitality shield of the old wizard and stepped on the top of his head.
The old wizard's head stared with dull eyes, and the foot stepped directly into the neck cavity. Then the foot continued downward and stepped on his body. The old wizard's body suddenly sank and flattened until it became
A puddle of meat.
The foot wearing leather boots continued to move downward.
Trample the old wizard's flesh.
Breaking through the hard metal disc.
Trampled on the car plate.
There was a loud bang!
Smoke, dust and flesh and blood sprayed everywhere, the smoke and dust flew everywhere, and the gorgeous carriage turned into a pile of garbage. The sharp metal fragments shot quickly, knocking down dozens of prairie soldiers standing around the carriage to the ground!
The foot that came through the clouds and split the air finally stepped on the grassland that the barbarians had occupied for nearly a thousand years!
A middle-aged man in a leather robe stood in the center of the ruins with a bloody giant sword on his back, expressionlessly looking at the stunned steppe barbarians standing like statues around him.
The desert warriors who were trapped in the grassland swamp looked at the powerful man in the distance and finally broke the silence and let out a crazy roar. Some young desert warriors even shed tears in excitement.
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Deep in the mountains somewhere in the south, there is a Taoist temple that looks extremely simple and simple. Because the land is remote and has no paths, no tourists or believers have ever come here, so naturally there is no incense. The Taoists in the temple don't like incense either. They think
The taste was really vulgar to the extreme, and it was even different from what ordinary Haotian Taoists thought. The Taoists who lived in this old temple never even cared about the incense money.
There are seven thatched houses built on a quiet lakeside deep in the Taoist temple. This is different from the simple and even shabby feeling of the Taoist temple. Although the eaves of these seven rooms are covered with thatch, they give people a luxurious and solemn feeling.
The ultimate feeling is that the roots of those thatch are as yellow and white as gold and jade, and they are still as fresh as ever after many years of wind and rain.
In the first thatched cottage, a large and thick classic was quietly placed on the agarwood table by the window. The cover was as black as coagulated blood, and it looked like a black blood stone that took hundreds of millions of years to form. There was written on it a
Japanese characters.
The classics had been opened, and the pen tip filled with ink moved slowly and smoothly to the right to write.
The middle-aged Taoist put down his pen and looked at it for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction.
There were two words written on that blank piece of paper, that was someone's name.
"Ning Que"
The breeze can help condense the ink and keep the words on the paper. After a while, another breeze blows from the window, turning the pages of the book with a rustling sound, and keeps turning forward. I don’t know how many pages have been turned, this book
The book with Japanese characters written on the cover finally flipped to the front from the page with Ning Que written on it.
The first page of the classics is completely blank, like snow.
There are several names on the second page, the top one is Liu Bai, and not far away you can vaguely see the character "Jun". There is a person's name on the paper that is different from others, far away from all the names, making him appear extremely lonely, yet yet...
Extremely powerful, as if he was unwilling to stand with these powerful men of the Central Plains righteousness who shook the sky no matter what.
Because he is a demon sect walking around the world.
He is the strongest man in the Northern Wilderness.
His name is Tang.
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