Fairy, Please Let Me Explain Chapter 268

Chapter 268 Holy City

"I heard that someone in the tribe has gone to the extremely dark land in the legend of Wu Chenghou?"

A deep voice resounded in the cave, which was regarded as the "temporary tent" of the barbarian king.

There is no bonfire, no light, and several standing tall figures even make the whole cave look a little cramped.

As the king of millions of people, the barbarian king's "big tent" is a bit shabby.

The voice fell, and there was a few breaths of silence.

One of the burly black shadows replied angrily:

"Yes, King."

The barbarian Yi Wang sat cross-legged on a cold boulder, and slowly opened his blue eyes:

"Zayer, how did this news spread to the tribal army?"

The cold wind is bleak, and the snow that flies into the cave makes everything look cold and dark.

Spreading news to disturb the enemy's morale has existed since ancient times, but it is obviously unrealistic for Dayan to use flying monsters to "distribute leaflets" in this situation, after all, no one can find it.

Zaye said in a deep voice:

"King, these news were brought back to the camp from the small group of wolf cavalry we sent to harass the Yan army."

"Bring it back to the camp?" Hearing this, the barbarian king Yi frowned slightly: "Zayer, I remember that I specifically told you not to let the wolf riders who went out to harass the Yan army return to the formation, in case there are high-level cultivators Sneaking behind the wolf cavalry returning to the camp, exposing the position of the army, everything will become empty talk!"

Hundreds of thousands of troops is a huge number, but it is still like a drop in the ocean in the vast Tianshuizhou.

The barbarian king is confident that he can consume the Great Yan frontier army to death under this blizzard.

But if you have a pig

Zaye knelt down on the ground and explained:

"Wang, I didn't bring it back to the camp directly, but revealed it when the clansmen chatted with each other when the meat was delivered."

When the barbarian Yi Wang heard this, his voice was filled with anger:

"This king has stored meat in so many places in advance, why would someone in this formation go out to deliver food?"

Da Yan firmly occupies the people and the people, so they can only make the best use of the weather.

The barbarian king is very aware of this.

Because of this, he had already made arrangements in advance when the elite of the imperial court went south.

Avoid its sharp edge, swim without striking.

Zayer subconsciously glanced at the burly barbarian beside him, but the next moment, the voice of the barbarian Yiwang came over, a little cold:

"This king is here to recuperate from his injuries, and you all ignore my orders?"

At the same time, the terrifying coercion on the barbarian king was released.

Several burly barbarians in the cave fell to their knees immediately after receiving the breath.

Zaye took a deep breath, performed a barbarian etiquette, and said with difficulty:

"King, some of those wolf riders were injured, and the priests of the tribe were entrusted to go and treat them."

The barbarian Yi Wang heard the words and raised his one arm silently, and rubbed the center of his eyebrows with the hard cuticle of his fingertips, his voice was cold:

"A descendant of a tribal noble?"

"Um."

After the words fell, the cave was silent.

The barbarians are martial, and they can cold-bloodedly give up a series of burdens such as the elderly, the weak, and the disabled in order to survive, but this does not mean that they have no concept of blood.

Ordinary clansmen will be directly given up sufficient military rations if they are injured, but the heirs of high-ranking nobles will not.

Zayer is very aware of this, but he is even more aware that the iron blood of this "king" will not allow such a special case to occur.

After the holy clan is unified, all clan members in the clan judge their value by their contributions.

At the beginning, the king's heir was seriously injured on the battlefield and returned. With his noble status, he could provide a lot of precious resources for rescue, but the king directly ordered to give up.

"His value is not enough to make the saints pay such a price. Returning his soul to the ancestor gods is his best result."

When the cold-blooded words rang in his ears, Zaye looked worriedly at the killing intent emerging from the barbarian king's eyes.

With the current situation, the Holy Race cannot afford to be cleaned again.

In the end, the murderous intent in the eyes of the barbarian king Yi turned into a long sigh, with a tired voice:

"I want to train my offspring, but I am afraid of their death. Forget it, the top priority is not to pursue accountability. Immediately order this news to be blocked, so as not to disturb the morale of the army."

"yes."

Zayer heard the words and immediately glanced sideways at a burly barbarian beside him.

Look at each other for a breath,

The burly barbarian saluted and quickly exited the cave.

The cave is quiet again,

Zaye looked at the barbarian king with an uncertain expression in front of him, saluted and asked:

"My lord, this news has already spread in the Ministry of Misfortune and the royal court. I wonder if this news is true?"

The barbarian Yi Wang's heart was as heavy as iron, but he said calmly on the surface:

"The Yan people want to disturb the morale of our army and force us to fight a decisive battle with them. Naturally, we can't fall into their trap."

Hearing this,

As a brother who grew up with the barbarian king, Zaye seemed to understand something. After a little silence, he suddenly said:

"Yiting, Gong Xiong, you two go out first."

After a moment of silence, the other two barbarians also bowed and left.

For a while, only the barbarian Yiwang and Zaye were left in the cave.

When the barbarian King Yi saw this scene, his tone softened a little, and his indifferent tone brought a hint of a smile:

"Zayer, if you want to reminisce about the old days, it's not too late to do it after the king recovers from his injuries?"

Zaye got up slowly, staring at the barbarian King Yi:

"Wang, you know I'm a straightforward person, so I asked directly."

The barbarian king Yi's eyes were fixed, then he sighed and uttered a word: "Ask."

Zaye's tone suppressed some emotions:

"Wu Chenghou from Dayan really went to the extremely dark place?"

"It should be." The voice of the barbarian king Yi was very calm: "Otherwise, the Great Yan army would not send high-ranking strong men to block the two mountains and prevent us from escaping to the north."

Zaye's heart trembled, and the barbarian's unique deep voice brought a little tremor:

"My lord, there are millions of women and children of the Holy Race in the extremely dark land."

"Zayer, calm down."

The barbarian Yi Wang Youlan's eyes were very calm, and his tone was a bit relieved: "The extremely dark land is vast and boundless, and it is not easy to find the holy city of my holy clan? Moreover, the luggage that Marquis Wu Cheng carried should not be much, not enough for the He has been staying in the extremely dark place for a long time."

"What if it falls?" Zaye clenched his fists, his **** horns creaking: "That's the holy city."

Holy City.

After the unification of the barbarians and different kings, the city was built with the materials looted over the years.

It's not too big, not even as big as a county in Dayan.

But it is a symbol of the establishment of the royal court, and it represents that the barbarians have changed from being scattered and scrambling for resources to being united.

"okay."

The barbarian Yi Wang looked at his old friend who was walking all the way in front of him, and smiled lowly: "Zayer, do you think we should fight quickly? Return to the Holy City?"

Zaye bowed his head and saluted:

"Wu Yuan led 100,000 Great Yan elites to chase us for more than a month. Now the army and horses are tired and exhausted. If they attack, they will be defeated."

"no."

The barbarian King Yi directly rejected the proposal without thinking, and said in a low voice: "Although I don't know the reason, that Wu Yuan seems to be in a hurry, chasing us in the blizzard so ostentatiously, it's almost like attacking us." I have "four big characters pasted on my forehead."

said,

The barbarian king Yi stretched out his one arm and stood up, supporting himself from the boulder, with a chuckle:

"She wants to bet with me on whether she can hold me down before Zong Qingsheng returns to help."

Zaye took a deep breath and asked:

"King, why don't you gamble? Now we have won seven or eight out of ten battles all the way south, but now we are trapped in the territory of Dayan, and the morale of the army has been shaken. If we continue to avoid the war like this, the tribal people may not change their hearts."

The barbarian king Yi walked slowly to the entrance of the cave, his burly figure almost occupied the narrow entrance, and looked up at the endless white:

"The reason why the saints have come to this point is largely because of the internal struggles of the Great Yan Dynasty, and every gamble this king makes is based on their internal struggles. Wu Yuan is so anxious to have a decisive battle with this king, it should be It has something to do with the contradictions within their Great Flame."

"However, since we defeated the 300,000 frontier army with the help of the high-level intelligence of the Prime Minister's Mansion, sometimes this king wonders whether our holy clan's pace going south is too fast."

"Too fast?"

"Yeah, it's too fast." The barbarian king Yi repeated in a low voice.

Zayer hesitated: "King, didn't you say before that if you don't take this opportunity to go south, a hundred years, hundreds of years later, my holy clan will no longer be able to compete with Dayan?"

The barbarian king Yi looked down at his only remaining arm, and looked at the mysterious lines on the cuticle:

"No, what this king means is that we miscalculated the conflict between the Great Yan Royal Court and those so-called sects. The relationship between them is not as relaxed as it seems on the surface. On the contrary, it seems that they have reached the point where they will never die. One hundred thousand elites will be given away as a gift."

Speaking of which,

The barbarian king Yi who stood at the entrance of the cave sighed: "If this king could have seen this earlier, maybe the time for the saints to go south would have been later, and there would have been far fewer obstacles, and there would not have been such a thing." Big risk."

The barbarian king Yi slowly turned his eyes back, looked at Zaye behind his side eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Zayer, your suggestion was correct at the beginning. When the Beifeng Army and the Black Scale Army went north, we should retreat bravely and return to the extremely dark land to digest the achievements of the past few years."

"There is civil strife in Dayan, and my saints are resting and recuperating. When they are weak due to civil strife in Dayan, it will be much easier for the saints to go south.

"It's even easier than taking advantage of this blizzard disaster."

Zayer's eyes were a little complicated: "King, if Dayan doesn't have Tianxiang weapons, your decision-making cannot fail the Holy Race."

The barbarian Yi Wang noticed his gaze, and said helplessly:

"Time is fate, it's too late to say these things now, this king is too overestimating myself, and I believe too much in my judgment of the overall situation. Now that our saint clan's retreat has been blocked, we can only wait, and Wu Yuan is anxious to wait." The upheaval has happened and we are waiting for the opportunity.”

Zayer looked at the familiar friend in front of him, was silent for a long time in the wind and snow, and said in a low voice:

"King, I understand."

The barbarian Yi Wang suddenly laughed again, his deep voice pretending to be relaxed:

"I can understand your worry. Wu Chenghou of Dayan is indeed a character, but isn't there still Erji in the extremely dark land? He is the smartest of the three of us, even if Wu Chenghou If he really found the holy city, he would also find a way to evacuate the people in the holy city.

"As long as the people keep it, the holy city is just a city and can be rebuilt."

In a place of extreme darkness, there is endless darkness at a glance. There is no light here, and the darkness here seems to be eternal.

But at this moment, the divine light from the Great Flame Army formation almost illuminated half of the sky.

A rather stalwart city stands in the canyon, like a child stripped of its clothes under the formation of the Great Yan army.

There were sounds of fighting and screams one after another, the city was in chaos, and the corpses of countless barbarians piled up like a mountain.

Different from those burly barbarians, the corpses here are a bit short, and most of them have not even grown the cuticle to keep out the cold.

The barbarians are martial, and adult barbarian women can also fight,

When the city was broken, under the organization of the generals left behind, the barbarian army temporarily organized retreated out of the city in an orderly manner.

However, the release of Yunqi bombs had already dispersed the surrounding snow clouds, and without the cover of snow and fog, the white armored heavy cavalry belonging to the Northern Feng Army were like the sickle of death, cutting their fleeing troops with one knife after another.

Since he entered the city, Niu Yeqing didn't know how many barbarians he had killed.

Different from the civil war against the rebellion that he had experienced before, after he entered the city, he didn't need to distinguish between civilians and soldiers at all, as long as he saw something moving, he could chop it with a knife.

This is an unequal massacre.

kill.

The blade of the spirit knife in his hand had been curled, and the black blood stained on the white armor was particularly conspicuous. When he came back to his senses, as far as he could see, the city was already full of corpses.

Niu Yeqing wandered around the streets of the city in silence. Except for his comrades who were carrying out the sweeping order, there were basically no living things around the streets.

But this is just the beginning.

Hou Ye's order is to kill the city and massacre the city.

"boom!"

Together with the four fellows of the same team, they broke down the barbarian's unique architectural style snow house. Niu Yeqing's eyes immediately stopped on the two barbarians in the house.

A barbarian woman and a barbarian child are shivering while hugging each other.

The two barbarians should be mother and son

Niu Yeqing thought so, and pulled out the saber that had been rolled along with the four comrades beside him.

But at this time,

The barbarian woman who was still trembling suddenly threw the barbarian child out of the window, yelled a few barbarian words they couldn't understand, and then rushed towards them directly.

The barbarians are tall and tall, and women are no exception, about twice as tall as these burly human men.

Ordinary people would never be opponents of these barbarians, but unfortunately, they are cultivators.

"Pfft!"

Combined tacitly, several sword lights flashed, and the woman's tall figure had already become a corpse, but her eyes were fixed on the direction in which the child left.

Looking at the corpses of the barbarian women, one of them asked hesitantly:

"Tou Li, that kid should be in no danger, do you want to chase him?"

Li glanced at her with his head, and said in a cold voice:

"Chasing, when the barbarian cub grows up, I don't know how many people of our Great Yan will be killed."

Hearing this, several people had different expressions on their faces, including pity, sigh, helplessness, and excitement, but no one spoke out to dissuade them.

There was a short silence, and they were all chasing outside the house by running the exercises.

As soon as I left the house,

"Om—"

With a blow of the knife, the five people saw that the barbarian child had been split in two, and the eyes that could not be closed were full of fear.

The person who drew the sword put the sword back into its sheath, and saluted the old man wearing the commander's armor beside him:

"Master Hou, this city has been slaughtered, should we continue?"

Watching the child die calmly, the old man closed his eyes for a few breaths, as if sensing something, opened his eyes again, and said indifferently:

"There are only 300,000 people in this city, and the number of barbarians is definitely more than that. Gather up the supplies and continue northward."

(end of this chapter)

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