Chapter 54 The Messenger of the God of the Grassland [Please collect]

Outside, above the grassland.

The cold wind outside Shuo is getting colder and colder. Compared with the euphemism of the original place, this is a wild and violent paradise.

Utuha is a herdsman of this grassland, but today he finally escaped from the camp with his family. Several herdsmen were with him, all with their families. They were very happy, shouting and beating their cattle and sheep.

Now the days are getting worse and worse, and their sweat actually provoked the grassland death. I heard from the people on the grassland that those people are the messengers of the gods of the grassland to punish them. Although the warriors of the clan called them demons on the grassland, evil and scourge on the grassland, the leaders also said that those people were hateful Han people and were not invincible.

But Utuha didn't believe it. He knew that it was not. Those people must be the messengers of the god of the grassland. They used to live well in the grassland. However, the leader must go to the border of the Han Dynasty to plunder. Every time he sees the leaders returning with a full load, dragging Han slaves behind the horses.

They take pleasure in killing Han people. Wutuha will escape far away every time, and Han people are also human beings. Looking at the desperate eyes of the Han people, their numb faces, and the blood on the ground, Wutuha's heart was chilled. He was afraid that one day the god of the grassland would punish them.

The desire of the leaders is getting bigger and bigger, and the leaders of many tribes are ready to go to the grass valley together. That's what the leaders said. But a long time ago, they had heard that the messengers of the grassland had come, and many tribes had been punished, and the people were afraid.

But the leader is drinking horse milk wine, playing with Han slave women, and even daring to tease the messengers of the grassland god. He even wanted to cut off the heads of the messengers with a machete in his hand. The leader must be crazy.

This time the leaders came back, they returned with a full load and brought back a lot of things that were only available in the Han Dynasty. Utuha was also yearning, but he was even more afraid. His Ada said that the messengers of the prairie gods had come, and their tribes would receive punishment, the most severe punishment.

So, he escaped when the leaders celebrated their achievements. They escaped from their leader's camp, not only them, but also many people.

The killing god will come. If you don't escape now, you won't have a chance to look at your own cattle and sheep. Just a few, I don't know if I can get a baby from the next year and look at the son who is chasing the sheep. I hope that for a lifetime, the people will be a warrior and become a eagle shooter when their son grows up.

Just as Utuha was thinking about it, he felt the vibration of the grassland. The originally happy face suddenly turned pale. This is the cavalry. At this time, the tribe's people are celebrating, or many people have fallen asleep.

Then this cavalry is the messenger of the god of the grassland, Utuha, who was stunned. I didn't expect my bad luck, God of the grassland, bless your most devout people and let your messenger forgive us.

It was getting closer and closer. Only then did Wu Tuha remember his son and crawling to the ground with his son in his arms. All the herdsmen are the same. They lie on the ground and dare not look at the face of the grassland messenger, which is disrespectful.

"Stepping"

The cavalry stopped and circled around him. Utuha was scared to death. He felt that God's eyes were shooting at him, so he lay down lower. I pray in my heart, hoping to be protected by the god of the grassland.

After waiting for a long time, Wu Tuha's face was full of sweat. On this cold grassland, the cold wind did not calm him down. His heart was full of fear and waited for God's judgment. For a long time, Wutuha felt like a year.

"Frightened!"

With a roar, he felt that his lower body was wet and his heart trembled. He didn't dare to move. It wasn't long before he heard the sound of horses' hoofs, which became farther and farther away.

He summoned up his courage and looked up. Hundreds of people galloped across the grassland, bringing smoke and dust and grass crumbs all over the sky.

This smoke brings people the calmness of death, just like the messenger of death under Jiuyou, facing the evil spirit.

Every knight is dressed in a strange way, with a machete on his side and a murderous knife. He is definitely a murderer who drinks countless blood.

Everyone can't see their faces clearly, wearing black and cold masks, revealing a pair of eyes that choose people to eat, and their pupils are filled with no emotional cold.

Carrying three barrels of arrows, they are all full, but the sharp corners of this arrow are different from ordinary arrows. There is actually a small barb. If it is shot, it is hard to imagine how painful it will be.

There are small daggers tied to the legs and feet, and there are configurations on the left and right.

The whole body is black armored, and the bloody cloak. The strangest thing is that they all step on the stamen of later generations and walk flat on horseback. Their ability to ride and shoot will never be the same as those grassland sculptors.

Their ** horses are also good horses, strong limbs, towering horse heads, and strong breath. Strangely, there is something on the horse's head to protect the horse's head, just like the shield of the Han Dynasty and the knight's mask.

Soon, the smoke and dust disappeared in this grassland.

At such a glance, Wu Tuha quickly lowered his head and dared not look at it again. He didn't even know where he had the courage to look up just now. The black color made his heart tremble, and the red color almost suffocated him.

It can't be wrong that it is the messenger of God. Utuha was very lucky that he felt that his prayers were heard by God, so the messenger of God did not punish them. He couldn't imagine whether the machete would cut off their heads if God abandoned them.

Thinking of this, Utuha quickly lay on the ground and prayed to God and thanked God.

All the herdsmen got up and looked at the smoke and dust in the distance, and the fear on their faces slowly dissipated.

"Aw, why are your trousers wet? Is there any water on the ground?"

Utuha's son raised his head and stared at Utuha with big black eyes.

Utuha was very embarrassed. I don't know what to say. The other herdsmen knew it. They just smiled and didn't make fun of anything, because they were the same. Wu Tuha patted his son on the back of his head and exhaled angrily.

"What do you know? Go and play!"

The child didn't know what was going on. He was patted and became obedient. He ran to tease his little lamb. He didn't know that a group of them had just survived under the knife of death.

Utuha gathered the cattle and sheep that had just been run away by the smoke. This is not a good place. We have to go away quickly.

The rest of the herdsmen are eager to leave the place of right and wrong. Not only Utuha knows the power of those people, but also the rest of the herdsmen know. I learned from other tribes that these gods' messengers have punished many tribes. Looking at their where they are, this time they are the tribes of themselves and others.

They are all glad that they have escaped. You don't have to think about it, they all know that the tribe is doomed.

"Shh..."

One man led by hundreds of riders stopped the war horse in one fell swoop.

He rode forward behind him and lowered his head.

"Lord!"

"Rin for half a minute, and then attack!"

"No!"

After that, the man turned the horse's head and gestured to everyone.

"Wang"

Everyone got off the horse, and there was nothing but the sound of armor friction in the middle. Several riders did not dismount and dispersed.

The three people who disembed from the horse put their backs together, with their weapons on their backs, and the arrows were still on their backs. They lifted their hoods, took off their backpacks on their backs, took out food, and began to eat. No one spoke. On the silent grassland, except for the occasional sniffing of their horses, they could only hear the sound of eating.

The man who just gestured came over and got off the mount neatly and stood beside the leader. A pair of eyes looked around under the mask, and the eagle-like eyes were sharp and sharp, and nothing could escape under his eyes.

The knight's hand held the handle of the knife at any time. If there is a slight movement, there is no doubt that his machete will come out of its sheath and split all enemies. Escoring his master, only stepping on his body can hurt the people he wants to protect, although his master's martial arts are many times better than him.

The leader looked around, nodded before getting off the horse, and said as he took off his hood.

"Ziming, don't look at me. Eat something first. There won't be anything that can hurt me in this place."

"Lord!"

The knight immediately knelt down on one knee and turned to the leader.

Take off the hood, the wind blows, and the long black hair floats arbitrarily, revealing the face.

A knife-cut face and resolute eyes. He is as rich as jade, and he is absolutely not more than 20 years old. Who can imagine that such a beautiful young man can change the color of the grassland people. He can stop crying at night in the grassland and be called the messenger of God.

Just now, the knight's name is Fang Wen (provided by Shuyoudi Wolf 745), and his name is Ziming, which was originally the son of an old farmer in the frontier of the Han Dynasty. But one year, the grassland people swept the border, and his family was killed by the grassland people.

When he was about to be cut off his head, his heart was full of unwillingness, but he did not have any power to resist. He hates, hates the grassland people, and even hates the officials of the big man who run for their lives, regardless of the lives of the people.

He was unwilling. Under the knife of the grassland people, he did not cry. His wolf-like eyes scared the grassland people. Those people wanted to cut off the teenager who made their hearts tremble and solve the future problems.

Unfortunately, the grassland man's knife lost his head without falling. A teenager with a sword appeared in front of Fang Wen. Fang Wen knew that it was the teenager who saved him. He stared at the teenager closely, but the teenager didn't care about him and turned away.

The teenager saved his life and gave him hope. Fang Wen saw that the teenager was about to leave, he ran to kneel down in front of the teenager and asked the teenager to accept him.

The young man only asked him, "Why are you alive?"

He still remembers what the teenager said to him. He doesn't know why, but he has nothing left. He knows. The teenager saved him, and he knew that the teenager avenged him, and he knew. Why is he alive now? Looking at his family lying in a pool of blood, he knew that he was alive to protect!

Also from that time, he vowed to follow the teenager all his life. Although the teenager was younger than himself, he was willing to protect the teenager with his life and recognize him as the master.

Some things are so simple. Fang Wen has been accompanying the teenager since then. Later, the teenager told him that his name was Qin Feng.