Chapter 203 The barbarian king

  When the city of Di’an was bathed in the gentle spring rain, dark clouds that could not melt like ink enveloped the sky in the north.

  On the vast land, the northern country is frozen, and the snow is falling thousands of miles away.

  The violent hurricane mixed with snowflakes kept falling from the sky. It was so gloomy that day and night could not be seen, and things could not be distinguished. The vision lost visibility under this kind of blizzard.

  Under the entire sky, one can only hear the sound of the wind like howling ghosts and wolves, and the sound of fighting that is covered under the snow.

  This is a simple camp temporarily built by the Black Scale Guards. On the walls of the camp are engraved with rough and shallow formations temporarily engraved by the army’s formation masters, but these formations have been destroyed. Black shadows continued to fly over the wall and invaded the camp.

  The whole camp looked so thin in the wind and snow.

  The sound of shouting and killing, the ding-dong sound of iron weapons clashing, and the crisp sound of strings fired from bows and crossbows.

  Countless corpses of barbarians and humans were buried by heavy snow.

  The flames flickered around in the camp, and the fierce fighting gradually cooled down as time passed

  On the high hills outside the camp, a few figures as tall as iron towers loomed in the wind and snow, looking down at the human camp below with icy eyes.

   I don’t know how long it has passed,

   “Kacha——”

  A huge foot with a cuticle stepped into the snow, smashed an object buried in the snow, and made a crisp sound.

  Slowly turn the eyes of several “iron towers” standing on the hill, the bloody light in the eyes looks a little gloomy in the snowstorm.

  The visitor was a barbarian, his tall and strong body was covered in blood, and many bone spurs were broken all over his body.

  Seeing these tall figures, the barbarian knelt down with his right hand on his chest and performed a barbarian etiquette.

   “King, Wu Yuan is not in the camp, please forgive me.”

  After the words fell, none of the tower-like figures spoke, and their dark blue eyes stared at the visitor.

  Amidst the bleak wind, a voice came slowly from behind several iron towers.

  The barbarian Yi Wang stared at the already dead camp below:

   “As expected, Gu Chen, you can completely destroy Wu Yuan’s Yiying Qubu. It’s not easy. Get up.”

  Hearing this, the barbarian named Gu Chen did not get up, but still knelt.

  The barbarian Yi Wang slowly turned around, staring at Gu Chen:

   “You, seem to have something to say?”

  Gu Chen took a deep breath, the joints on his clenched fist creaked, and his voice was low and fast:

  ”Your Majesty, if it hadn’t been for the auspicious snowfall that day, even if the camp had only 5,000 people, it would be difficult for our troops to take down the fortress. We lost 40,000 people in the battle of Dali Mountain, and we could afford to retreat. Now that Marquis Wu Cheng of the Yan Dynasty has returned to Beifeng City, he may march into the Northern Territory at any time, I implore the king to think twice.”

  The howling wind raged in the snowy night, and the hills fell into silence for a while.

  Da Yan’s Wu Chenghou is the nightmare hanging above their saint clan’s head, and the prestige accumulated over the decades is all piled up from the corpses of countless saint clan members.

  Invincible.

  Now that the Yan Dynasty has assembled millions of elites in the northern border, the best option is to take advantage of the heavy snowfall and quickly retreat to the deep northern border to lie dormant.

  Continue to fight, the entire holy clan will be in danger of extermination.

  Silence for a while,

  The barbarian king did not answer Gu Chen’s words directly:

   “The meat you capture will be kept in your own tribe, and the spirit blade weapons will be handed over to the high priest. When you hand over the weapons, you can ask him to get a thousand holy soldiers. Get up.”

  The voice carried a determination without anger and prestige.

  Gu Chen did not speak any more, exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and slowly got up to salute:

   “Thank you, sir.”

  The wind still lingered, and the barbarian King Yi stared at the camp below, without the slightest intention to speak.

  Gu Chen glanced at the king’s back, and suddenly said:

   “Your Majesty, we have captured some survivors this time. Do you want to go and have a look?”

  The barbarian Yiwang’s calm voice came:

   “Who is valuable among them?”

   “There is a close friend of Wu Yuan.”

   “Wu Yuan?”

  The barbarian king Yi looked down at the bone spur that had been severed in his arm, and a strong killing intent flashed in his eyes: “You go down first, I will go and have a look.”

  Gu Chen left without saying a word and saluting, and the tall figure disappeared in the snowy night in an instant.

  Time flies by, about the effort of a cup of tea,

  An iron tower behind the barbarian king suddenly said in a loud voice:

  ”Your Majesty, the morale of the army within the Saint Clan is shaken, are we really not going to retreat?”

  “.”

  The barbarian king Yi slowly sat cross-legged beside the cliff of the hill, and exhaled a breath of turbid air that turned into white mist and dissipated:

  ”Zayer, do you think we should retire?”

  The iron tower barbarian named Zaye is silent.

  The barbarian king’s horny cheeks seemed to be smiling, and he swept towards the iron tower barbarians around him:

  ”You can talk about it. We have played Eji since we were young, and we can talk about anything.”

  Zayer was silent for a while, glanced at the direction where Gu Chen left, and said in a low voice:

  ”The battle against Dayan has lasted for four years, and many tribes are already exhausted. Today’s harvest is enough to return to the ancestral land for more than ten years of cultivation, and the human craftsmen who came along the way are also It will allow us to be more prepared when the next war begins.”

   “Better prepared?”

  The Barbarian King Yi shook his head, feeling helpless: “How do you count as more adequate preparation? More tribesmen? More holy soldiers? Or more totem battle flags?

  ”But have you ever thought that even if we have more preparations, we can surpass the Yan Dynasty occupying Middle Earth?”

  No one speaks.

  The barbarian king Yi slowly raised his hand to catch a snowflake falling from the sky without feeling the cold.

  His palm is covered with a kind of cuticle like a hand armor.

  Adult barbarians will grow such a layer of hard cuticle all over their bodies, which is a weapon for killing, and it is also a means of insulation and warmth that they have evolved in this bitter cold place for a long time.

  Because of this, the piece of snow in the palm of the barbarian king Yi did not show any sign of melting, he murmured:

  ”In this northern land, only one or two out of ten newborns of our holy clan survived, and most of them died of the bitter cold and lack of food. There is no time to see the sun!”

  The other hand of the barbarian Yi Wang casually pointed at Fang Fang:

   “Zayer, have you ever been to the south of Beifeng?”

  “.”

  A few breaths of silence,

  Zayer’s voice is loud:

   “Never been there.”

  The barbarian king Youlan has a trace of remembrance and yearning in his eyes:

  ”This king has been there secretly. The climate in the south of Beifeng City is warm, and there is inexhaustible water and food. Wild animals in the mountains and forests can be hunted, good fields can be cultivated, and we can do everything we want doing.”

  Speaking,

  The barbarian Yi Wang tightly clenched the snowflakes in his gloves, stood up, glanced at the four cronies, and paused every word:

  ”I want to lead my people to break through the insurmountable Beifeng City.

  ”Only in this way can our ethnic group continue and develop, and we will not be able to kill each other in this snowy plain for one bite!”

  (end of this chapter)