Chapter 6 Secret Race

Su and Saihan held the night stars in his arms tightly and felt extremely heavy. He couldn't say why he had such a feeling. He was your thoughtful warrior, and Mengyang was an endless enemy, but when he heard the news of Mengyang's General Zhentian's death, he felt such an uncontrollable pain in his heart! It's November. The indifferent general lived well two months ago and died in a blink of an eye. Even his son was exiled to the grassland...

He could feel the beat of the child's heart in his arms through the armor, uneasiness and panic, but there was a faint uncontrollable thing to rush out of the child's body. The child's dark red eyes were tightly closed, and he seemed unwilling to open his eyes. Opening his eyes was just a wild and ferocious far north world!

He strode to the king's tent and let the king decide the fate of the child. After all, the king and General Zhentian are not enemies. If they are not different forces, they may be friends. The encounter of heroes in troubled times is always so touching.

A turn along the sand road stepped on by the herdsmen, and Su He's steps had to stop. Unexpectedly, he met the big shaman. He quickly stood up and bent down to salute. In fact, in his heart, he was more afraid of the big shaman than the king. The big shaman is the highest generation in the whole Chinasi clan. Everyone was like a child in front of him, and everyone was afraid of him from the bottom of his heart! Although the great shaman usually speaks lazily and unruly, the herdsmen still respect him unabated.

But at this time, the old man's face was full of anger, and his turbid eyes narrowed fiercely. He looked at the tall Suhe and said hoarsely, "Su and Xiaozi don't have long eyes when they walk. My old man is too old to withstand your collision..." He sucked his nose and retreated two steps and glanced at the sheepskin felt cloth in Su He's arms. .

Su He grinned and said, "Just now, Su He was in a hurry and didn't notice the great Tengri god messenger and almost bumped into you. Don't worry about the big shaman. Is the big shaman going back to the tent? I asked someone to lead a horse to send the big shaman back..."

"Are you looking for a Japanese post? What are you holding in your arms?"

"Uh..." Su He nodded and said, "It's the child of a friend before the king. I want to take him to see the king!"

"Friend's son? Humph!" The big shaman sneered, and the old man's voice was rarely cold. Do you still have any friends? His friends have almost been killed. I don't know when he will cut the knife on my neck... I advise you not to look for Bo Ri Tie now. He is angry and is scolded. It's not fun to be cut down..."

Su He nodded silently and knew what it was without asking. On the way back, he met the cavalry hijacked by Curry and made the king feel bad. Now the other Khan kings may try to squeeze some money from the king! These greedy Khan kings themselves do not work hard. They just want to sit down and enjoy their success. Their ambitions and faces are extremely ugly.

"Su and Xiaozi, I have something to ask you, and you have to answer honestly!" The big shaman seemed to suddenly remember something, suddenly lowered his voice and asked solemnly.

"When you... came back, um... there was a young man from the south beside Suil and Ke. What was that person?" The big shaman carefully considered the words and asked. It is rare for the big shaman to be so serious. It seems that he really attaches great importance to this matter.

"That man's name is Shen Fanshuang, the son of a large vassal state in Mengyang!"

"shen? Shen, the royal surname of Mengyang Shen! Why did you follow back to the grassland? The great shaman continued to ask.

"At first, the king allied with the father of the two sons and jointly attacked the city of Mengyang Emperor, but the father of the two sons broke the contract and withdrew the army halfway. The king had previously agreed with him that if the State of Shen breached the contract, he would return to the grassland with us to be the next great shaman! The two sons are also poor and deaf, and Mengyang Shenguo has also been destroyed!" Su He answered honestly.

"Deaf? The son of the world? The next big shaman?" The old man muttered.

"Big Shaman, not to mention that the two sons do have some ability!" Su He said with a simple smile, "Well, of course, his magical power is certainly not as great as you!"

"Less black blind talk, say it quickly!" The old man kicked Su's calf impatiently.

"Yes, yes!" Su Hezheng said, "The two sons seem to be able to see through the future. He predicted several times what will happen in the future, and each time it came true... And the most powerful thing for the two sons is to give him a basin of water. As soon as he waved his hand, what was happening in another place appeared on the water. God! The king also took a fancy to the ability of the twin sons, so he didn't kill him after Shen Guo broke the contract! You know the king's temper better than me. Do you think you have the ability to tolerate the king? Ha..."

The big shaman's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had heard the most frightening rumor! He stammered, "Such a person should not appear on the grassland... This is really the god walking in the clouds... This is the living god..."

Su He did not notice the panic of the great shaman and was proud of his own experience! He continued, "The child in my arms is also a southerner. His father is the first person in Mengyang to fight in 50 years, and the general of the unified army named 'Zhentian'..."

The look on the big shaman's face finally calmed down, gave a vague promise, and went forward to uncover the sheepskin felt covering the child's face. The child fell asleep quietly in Su He's arms, and his face was calm. The big shaman looked at the child's delicate face and couldn't help sighing! Such a beautiful child should really be created by the gods! It is more touching than the precious thin blue glaze porcelain from the south, with a touch-and-break beauty.

The two stared at the sleeping child and thought that this was the best thing in the world! But suddenly, the child's eyes suddenly opened, and his dark red eyes looked at Su He and the Great Shaman, and his eyes were empty and distracted. That beautiful feeling instantly broke into powder because of such a pair of dark red pupils. From these dark red eyes, the two seemed to see the blood light all over the sky, the infinite corpses, and even the tragic scene of the broken world.

The child blinked his eyes, his eyelids slowly drooped, and his thick eyelashes covered his eyes. The big shaman and Su He breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Su He looked at the equally shocked shaman and said slowly, "What's going on... The moment the child opened his eyes, I really wanted to feel that he held a wolf cub in his arms and would jump up and bite my neck at any time... Who the hell is this... ”

The beard on the shaman's lips trembled, shaking down the sheepskin felt and covering the child's face again, looking serious and afraid, no, awe! Just like the awe of God who holds the limit of his life and death!

"This child should not appear in the grassland... No, he should not appear in the world at all... Is this going to change?" The big shaman muttered, looking like he was suddenly distracted.

"Su He, go to see Bo Ri Tie immediately and send someone to arrange that Shen Fanshuang. I also want to see that person!" The big shaman's tone has never been so eager, and he has never seen him so concerned about anything. If this is not a god to destroy my barbarians, it is the opportunity for us to dominate the barbarians..." After saying this brainless sentence, the old man turned around and ran in the direction of the king's big tent, dancing like a gust of wind. No one believes that a nearly 70-year-old man can run like a fierce As fast as a horse...

Su He was stunned for a moment and didn't know what the crazy shaman was thinking. But he still struggled to hold the child in his arms and ran over.

"Japanese Post! Bo Ri Tie!" Before lifting the cowhide curtain, the big shaman raised his voice.

Zarhua, who guarded the king, alertly moved her hand to the wolf blade. Her green eyes saw that the old shaman was standing at the door breathlessly, which returned the wolf blade to the sheath. Only the big man who dares to call the king's name in the tribe is full! But no one seems to know the name of the great shaman. When everyone saw the big shaman, they respectfully called a shaman, and then saluted, and even dared not say more to the old man for fear of angering the messenger of the gods. Although the shaman usually smiles, looks crazy, full of wine and flesh, except for a gorgeous sacrificial robe, it is no different from ordinary herdsmen on the grassland.

But now what happened, making the usual lazy and full-eaten big shaman so anxious. He said respectfully, "The only messenger of the great god, the noble great shaman..."

"...Don't talk so much, what about the Japanese post? When he fell asleep, stabbed him up, hurry up..." The old man rushed over in a hurry, stumbled to the king's throne, picked up the silver dagger at his waist, and stabbed him in the king's stomach with a dagger handle.

Zer's flower head exploded all of a sudden, and the king was woken up after falling asleep. It's strange that he was not angry. He complained bitterly in his heart. On the one hand, he was a high king, and on the other hand, he was a noble shaman, all of whom he could not afford to provoke. At this time, the cowhide curtain was lifted again, and Suhe Saihan's bitter face and his mouth was helpless.

"Buri Post, wake up, I have something to say to you!" The big shaman howled at the top of his voice.

The king finally woke up, looked up at the big shaman, tried to suppress the anger in his chest, and said, "What's wrong?"

"Come on, Su and Xiaozi, come here!" The big shaman waved to Su He. He carefully took the child from Su He's hand, lifted the sheepskin felt, exposed the child's face to the king, and said excitedly, "This is God!" This is the true god! Did you see it? Japanese post, there is hope for the rejuvenation of my barbarians!"

The king looked at the child with his eyes closed and suddenly found that he was a southerner, wearing a noble satin robe, which was so beautiful and speechless. He reached out and pressed his forehead, shook his head, and said, "Is this the child of that family? Is this the real god you are talking about?"

Su He came forward and said carefully, "King, this child's name is Ye Xingchen... You must be familiar with his father, who is General Zhentian of Mengyang, who killed more than 10,000 of us and rode Yeming Mountain! My subordinates estimate that this child was exiled because General Zhentian had been killed! It should have been killed in the struggle within Mengyang. When we withdrew, Emperor Lin Xi was eradicating the vassal states one by one!"

"Oc's it, Sue and Xiaozi, it's all over you. Hurry up and find that Shen Fanshuang. Hurry up!" The big shaman said and kicked Su and his buttocks fiercely.

"Yes, yes, big shaman, don't worry, I'm going to find the twin sons..." Su He had a bitter face, did not dare to have the slightest temper, covered the kicked painful buttocks and ran out. Chi Nasi's famous general also has nothing to do with this stubborn and crazy old man.

"Borichi Post, now I'll tell you something serious!" The big shaman carefully hugged the night star with his eyes closed. He didn't know if the child was really asleep, but he can't control so much now. This child is the key to the future. Even if he knows it, it's not a bad thing. Go, Zha Erhua, move a stool for my old man. Don't stand stupidly!"

The king's headache was worse, and he struggled to absorb the news of General Zhentian's death! Did you die at once? Just two months later, the general who was as unpredictable as the starry sky of the universe died? The soil in the dead bones and graves, has there been an empty space from ancient times to the present? If you die, there will be nothing!

The big shaman sat down, leaned his body comfortably, and said, "First of all, how many people died in Mengyang this time?"

"The heroic horse lost more than 13,000 people, more than half of the horse, and nearly 70,000 ordinary slave warriors..." The king said slowly.

"Almost 100,000 people?" The great shaman said. The loss of vigorous riding is too great. Only more than 40,000 vigorous riding was killed by you at one time, but it is better than Zhuoligetu. At that time, Zhuoligetu fought all the vigorous riding before killing into the imperial capital of Mengyang, but the current loss is estimated to be delayed for a long time to recover!"

"The loss of Ke Mengyang is greater than ours. Almost every five of their warriors can exchange the lives of a barbarian warriors. In the end, I still have the advantage... Moreover, if I try my best, I can also enter the erratic city..."

"Farm--" the old man shouted loudly. His face was full of faint anger. Try your best? How many barbarians are there? How many people are there in Mengyang in the south? Our warriors are powerful, but the number of barbarians is only about 3 million... Mengyang has no less than 5 million in a vassal state, and even a erratic city has nearly one million... There are hundreds of thousands of troops at any recruitment. Can my barbarians withstand such consumption? We are too poor. We don't have as sophisticated equipment as Mengyang, and we don't have so many people who can withstand consumption and exhaust our strength? Can you afford it? Zhuo Ligetu spent all his money to build so many heavy armor. Do you know that even if the heroic rider dies, he has to take back the armor?

King's speech. Thinking of the young warrior buried his bones in a foreign country, his heart was extremely heavy. It's really not what they can consume, but what can they do if they don't?

But on second thought, this usually lazy old man knows so well about things in the south. Shaman is not as simple as it seems! If you really want to say, this old man who is almost 70 years old is really smart and scary!

To put it bluntly, the war between warriors is like a child's family in front of some forces. Sometimes, those who have a higher level of power are even deliberately inciting, leading the war and taking pleasure in it! No matter how many people die, they are indifferent. Even if you ride the pheasant and the old, weak, women and children all die, they don't care, you know? The big shaman said in a trembling voice!

"The person who has a higher level of power..." The king muttered this sentence, and his amber eyes fell into meditation! Delegantly incite and guide the war..." He suddenly remembered the heroic attack on the shield wall defense outside the city. When he could not capture it for a long time, the night sky suddenly turned red like fire, and then a mysterious man with blood red hair and scarlet robe fell from the sky, as shocking as a miracle.

At that time, hundreds of thousands of battlefields became quiet in an instant, and everyone looked at the mysterious man, as if he was the only existence in the world, the most noble and powerful god, and the center of the universe. The mysterious man did not know what means he used to easily destroy the helpless shield wall of tens of thousands of fierce riders. In the end, Mengyang's warriors had to give up their defense and fight head-on with the Chi Naisi warriors... Is this guiding the process of the war?

The great shaman ignored the king's reaction and continued: "There are many uncongenuous races in the world, not only Mengyang in the south, the Fanyang Dynasty and the barbarians north of the barren and mountains. What is the terrible existence in the southernmost forest of the whole continent? What is the terrible existence of the Western Regions? Even the remote islands are inhabited by mysterious ethnic groups! No one can tell these! But one thing my old man can tell you that 300 years ago, Mengyang and Emperor Fanyang took 100,000 troops into the southernmost forest. The whole army was destroyed and no one survived. Up to now, people who inadvertently entered the forest can kick out a dead bone from the remnants and leaves..."

"These uncongenct races never appear in front of the world, but as soon as they appear, no one can stop them! They are the existence standing at the top of the pyramid and holding the power to subvert heaven and earth. Even if they are called gods, it is not too much! What are emperors, kings and princes in the secular world? The big shaman said softly, and suddenly the shaman suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, as if he had finally reached the end of the world, but he cut open the thick darkness and looked out. There was a more boundless world outside, and his small nothing, not even a dust in the vast universe...

"But now, a child of such a secret race appears on the grassland in the far north... Such a true god walking in the clouds appears in front of us... We, why don't we borrow this God-given power? We can also live in the fertile land in the south, and we can also be the emperor of the world, as long as we make good use of this child! As long as we don't get angry and master the existence of higher-level power... We, we can stand at the top of the world, Bo Ri Tie, you know?" The big shaman's eyes bulged crazily, and the saliva splashed. There was a crazy flame in his eyes, staring straight at the king.

And his arms holding the child are particularly stable, as if he is holding not a child, but the whole world, the whole universe and starry sky............