After The Empress Acended To The Throne, I Was Forcefully Made His Greatness

Rong spoke out his thoughts word for word. As soon as he said this, not surprisingly, all the surrounding Yan tribe members showed shocked expressions on their faces.

"Rong! You..."

"Rong, don't be impulsive. This is not the last resort."

Hearing this, Rong turned around and looked at the person who spoke, "This is the last resort."

His voice was not loud, but it was full of a strange power.

"Who among the tribesmen living in this blood wasteland has really seen the Yan Emperor Flag? The brave warriors have touched the Yan Emperor Flag with their own hands. They used their deepest memories and their own origins to finally create it. This Yanjun flag, but now...

The ancient warriors have fallen asleep one after another, and no one remembers the appearance of the Yan Emperor Flag. It has been too long, and no one remembers how powerful the Yan Emperor Flag is. "

There was a touch of sadness in Rong's voice.

This is the tragedy of the entire Yan tribe.

The most ancient and sacred treasure has been forgotten by the tribe. Is there anything more tragic than this?

Now among the Yan tribe, he is the only one who remembers the appearance of the Yan Emperor flag. He is the only one who understands the Yan Emperor flag. The Yan tribe needs him to stand up.

Give Yanjun Banner more power.

Rong's decision soon spread among the Yan tribe, and the tribesmen became sad. They could not imagine that this timid old man, who had been spurned by the warriors of the tribe when he woke up in the previous battles of selection, would be here now. I had such courage at that time.

He threw himself into the sea of ​​fire to light up the Yanjun flag.

…

Jiang Liyan did not decide to leave the Demon Locking Tower in the end, not because he did not trust Zuo Daoqi, but because he felt that her appearance was a cruel thing for a tribe in the originally peaceful blood wasteland world.

Of course, Jiang Liyan did not tell Zuo Daoqi about the deeper reasons.

Participating in the chosen battle means becoming an opponent.

Even if this kind of opponent is only an opponent according to the rules, Jiang Liyan just doesn't want to become an opponent with Zuo Dodge.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I don't want to.

When Zuo Daoqi walked out of the Demon Locking Tower, he was satisfied with Jiang Liyan's final decision.

Why would he want to become a rival with Jiang Liyan?

If he and Jiang Liyan were left in the battle of Heavenly Chosen, would he surrender?

he does not know.

Until he walked into the Yan Tribe and saw the evasive eyes and some disgusted looks of the Yan Tribe people, he didn't know why.

The magical power of the left path is operating.

This is his only magical power that can operate perfectly in the world of blood. Perhaps the Zuodao magical power does not come from Daohe, but the stronger power of life.

After a while, he understood why he was treated like this by the people of the Yan tribe.

Rong's decision.

In order to make him wholeheartedly help the Yan tribe leave, he was willing to sacrifice himself with blood to ignite the Yan Jun Banner so that he could refine the Yan Jun Banner.

Zuo Daoqi couldn't help but feel moved, Rong...

His mood became complicated, such harmony, such Yan tribe.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel lucky that Jiang Liyan had not left the Demon Locking Tower and became a new visitor from outside the world.

If Rong was like this, even if he met Jiang Liyan in the final critical battle, he really didn't know how entangled he would be.

For the sake of Jiang Liyan's opportunity, give up all the efforts made by the entire Yan tribe for freedom?

When Zuo Dodge came to Rong's wooden house, he seemed to have been waiting for him.

"You should know that, right?"

Rong's face was still plain, as if he was not the one who made the decision to sacrifice himself. He looked at Zuo Daoqi with an unusually gentle look like an extremely kind old man.

Zuo Daoqi was silent, and after a long time, he said in a jerky tone.

"You don't have to do this. I have said that as long as I participate in the Battle of Heavenly Chosen, I will definitely win. And those people are my enemies and they will not give me a chance to survive."

Rong shook his head slightly when he heard the words.

"I have lived for too long...Except for me, a waste with no talent, my contemporaries have always slept in eternal sleep and died in death. I am used to seeing the prosperity of the Yan tribe, but these younger generations seem to have long forgotten that our Yan tribe has engraved on Pride in blood.

Awakening the Yanjun Banner is not for you. I am more interested in awakening the fighting spirit and passion of the men in the tribe.

The Yan tribe is not like this..."

He murmured the last words with strong reluctance.

Zuo Daoqi didn't know what level of power the Yan tribe was in the ancient times, but from these conversations with Rong, he understood that although Rong always seemed gentle and calm, under that somewhat old face , what a proud heart is hidden.

Proud of the strength of the Yan tribe, proud of his beliefs, and everything about him.

Zuo Daoqi admires people like Rong. When every nation is in trouble, it is rare to have such people with tenacious beliefs. Such people have their own beliefs and strength.

He admires such a person, but will not become such a person.

Zuo Daoqi thought for a long time and then slowly spoke.

"I seem to have seen the Yan Emperor flag mentioned by Patriarch Rong."

A look of surprise appeared on Rong's face, and he suddenly looked up at Zuo Dodge, "Have you... seen it? Where was it?"

Now that the decision has been made, Zuo Daoqi will not hide it. For the first time, he took out his Unrestrained Flag in front of outsiders.

The triangular flag is a golden flag with no patterns on it and looks very ordinary.

Rong's face showed surprise, and then he looked at the Wuju Banner with a puzzled look. This seemed to have some similarities with the Yandi Banner in his impression, but more importantly, it was different.

"What is the purpose of your flag?"

Zuo Daoqi looked towards the direction of Yanjun Banner in the distance and said softly, "Break the ban."

Light suddenly appeared in Rong's eyes.

"But all the restrictions can be broken?"

Under Zuo Daoqi's gentle nod, Rong instantly became excited.

"This is the Yan Emperor Flag. This is the most important treasure of our Yan Tribe, the Yan Emperor Flag."

"It's a pity that he can't be refined like your tribe's current Yanjun Banner."

Rong suddenly raised his head, with a look of enthusiasm and excitement on his face, "It's not important, it doesn't matter anymore. There is no need to participate in the Battle of Heavenly Chosen. With the Flame Emperor Flag, even the world barrier of the Blood Wasteland can be broken! "

Zuo Daoqi's heart moved, but he shook his head.

"I tried it. After I got to the island, without restraint...this flag lost its effect and couldn't let me leave."

Rong was a little confused, then looked at Zuo Dodge carefully and asked.

"Can you show me this flag?"

Zuo Daoqi did not hesitate and directly handed over the Unfettered Flag in his hand.

Rong looked at it carefully and murmured in his mouth.

: "Yes... but no. Lord Yandi, is this your trace?"

Zuo Daoqi was a little out of curiosity.

After all, Rong is now the leader of the Yan tribe. He quickly calmed down his emotions, looked at Zuo Daoqi, and spoke.

"This is indeed a valuable treasure of our Yan tribe, but I don't know what has destroyed the core spirit. Now it has been turned into a tool-like thing. It is difficult to repair it..."

As Zuo Daoqi looked at Rong and spoke, his eyes were clear, without too much greed, and the last heaviness in his heart was finally let go.

As expected, I was not wrong about Rong.

"If you believe me and hand over this flag to me, I am willing to use the strength of the clan to refine the Yanjun flag into this flag. At that time, I will use my body to inspire me, which will be enough to give Yan...this flag some spirituality. Although It still doesn’t allow us to escape from the world of blood waste directly, but it allows you to refine it and have better control.

And as the spirit nurtures and grows, sooner or later, this flag will be as powerful as the Yan Emperor Flag. "

He said it sincerely.

Zuo Dodge really didn't dare to bet on just handing over the Unfettered Flag to outsiders.

The role of the Unfettered Flag is really great.

Especially after becoming real people now, restraints and formations are skills that many real people have learned after promotion. It is conceivable that when facing those ancient real people, they will face more and more restrictions.

He couldn't afford to lose the Uncensored Flag.

"You can join me and light this flag on Yanshan Mountain."

"Do I still need you to sacrifice your bones and blood?"

Rong nodded slightly.

Zuo Daoqi shook his head, "Forget it then. Although treasures are good, some people are just as important."

"What's different is that having the spirit flag is enough to increase your chances of winning by 30%. This is not for you or me, but for the Yan tribe."

Rong said, his old body slowly stood up, then dropped his crutches and fell to his knees.

Zuo Daoqi's expression became subtle.

Rong is determined to die.

He is very dissatisfied with the current situation of the Yan tribe.

He longs for the Flame Tribe to reappear in heaven and earth.

Facing the gaze of an old man, Zuo Daoqi fell silent.

He used his mana to condense into a long whip and rolled up the crutch that Rong had thrown to the ground. He stretched out his hand to help him up, and then said.

"Many...many thanks to Patriarch Rong."

Rong shook his head and said nothing. He just patted Zuo Daoqi's hand, took the crutch, and said softly, "Please help me go to Yanshan Mountain."

Rong did not tell Zuo Daoqi before that the mountain where the Yanjun Banner is hidden is the sacred mountain of the Yan tribe in this bloody world, and the holy fire inside it burns forever and will never be extinguished.

It is the last spiritual totem of the Yan tribe.

Zuo Daoqi stopped in front of Yanshan Mountain.

Rong gently stroked the entrance into the Flame Cave. There were some relief-like patterns on it.

"Every warrior who sleeps forever will have his stone sculpture baked in the scorching mountains to dedicate his last to the tribe. Finally, it's my turn..."

Zuo Daoqi didn't speak. He knew that this was an old man's nostalgia for everything in the world at the last moment of his life.

Rong took the Unfettered Flag and finally walked into Yanshan.

Zuo Dodge also went in with him.

They walked very slowly, as if the corridor had no end.

Rongxu kept talking. He walked too fast last time and didn't have time to see the murals and reliefs on both sides of the corridor.

Rong told them one by one.

I also understood the greatness of the Yan tribe from it.

This was a behemoth that in the ancient times, at its peak, was no less powerful than the Jin Dynasty in the world today.

In the ancient times, human beings were actually very weak. After all, the three gods had not yet attained enlightenment, the immortal way had not yet been established, and they were even more afraid of Confucianism and martial arts.

Human beings of that era practiced themselves, which was similar to martial arts, but somewhat different. It was more like... the witches known as physical bodies in myths and legends.

The practice of witchcraft requires too high a talent. The Yan tribe covers an area of ​​thousands of miles, but only tens of thousands of them can practice witchcraft.

Emperor Yan is undoubtedly a figure who stands at the pinnacle of witchcraft.

He is a very ambitious man. He has great ambitions for his family to rise to the top.

He took the Yan Emperor Banner and the most powerful warriors in the tribe on the road to immortality, and never came back.

After Emperor Yan disappeared, the Yan tribe gradually declined. Until the world changed drastically, the Yan tribe was completely lost in this bloody world, and no one knew their deeds.

This piece of history that has been sealed by time comes out one by one from Rong's mouth.

Zuo Dodge also knew a lot of things.

The world in the ancient times should be able to withstand battles between real people, maybe even Yang Shen can.

So, when did the world become so fragile that even the battle between the underworld and the gods cannot bear it? Even some powerful climbers can create countless terrifying space cracks.

A wonderful thought came to mind.

Perhaps, one or two of these hidden things can be seen in today's bloody world.

The world of blood waste is like a moth in a big world, swallowing up the area of ​​​​the big world and making the big world fragile.

And how many existences are there like in the Blood Wasteland?

These thoughts passed through his mind one by one, and Rong Ye held the Unfettered Flag high with both hands and slowly walked towards the burning bloody magma.

"The eternally burning holy fire, I bring you the last hope and the last hope of my Yan tribe.

Please carry the expectations of all of us in the Yan Tribe and escape from this place of sinking.

I am willing to use my blood as salary and my body as firewood to provide you with the last remaining glory of the tribe..."

Rong seemed to be performing a sacred and ancient sacrifice, walking into the 'holy fire' with an extremely pious attitude.

Zuo Daoqi looked at Rong's footsteps with an unwavering gaze.

I have to say that Rong was very moved by doing this.

He just stood quietly in the distance, watching Rong's figure being engulfed by the 'holy fire' step by step.

Huhuhu~

The fire burned vigorously in the air, making bursts of whistling sounds like the wind.

His heart was not as peaceful as it seemed on the surface.

The fire was burning brightly, and footsteps could be heard from the entrance of the cave.

It's the people from the Yan tribe who have arrived.

Rong and Zuo Daoqi were not walking very fast. Rong wanted to take a last look at the Yan tribe, even though this was not the 'home' in his mind.

"Rong, are you in there? Come out and let's discuss it!"

"Are you powerful enough to light up the Yanjun Banner? Uncle Rong, I am the first generation member of the Yan Tribe who was born in the Blood Wasteland. I have listened to the warriors telling the history of the Yan Tribe since I was a child. I can also light up the Yanjun Banner. Ling, Uncle Rong, don’t even think about being a hero by yourself!”

In the blazing fire.

The sound of Rong Canglao becoming extremely weak came.

"Don't let them in."

"good."

Zuo Dodge nodded vigorously.

He strengthened the restrictions on entry to the Flame Cave. The people outside were worried that Rong would be harmed if they forcibly broke the restriction, so they all stood on the Yanshan Mountain and waited quietly.

Time passed by minute by minute.

There are more and more people outside, and everyone in the Yan tribe has received the news. They gathered on Yan Mountain, waiting for Rong's 'return'...