In the Blade

When Grassland Khan woke up, he had been tied up.

He clearly has a lot of strength, and has even transformed into a golden-winged roc, but at this moment he can't even break free from the hemp ropes on his body - just because what is really imprisoning him at the moment is not the hemp ropes on his body, but the buttons on his body. The big hand on his shoulder.

The owner of that hand looked ordinary and he really didn't recognize it.

If he was truly a master who could rival him, how could he not recognize him?

"Who are you anyway?"

Grassland Khan stretched his neck and tried to see the man's face clearly.

But when he raised his head, he only saw the boundless sea of ​​fire.

That was supposed to be the camp of the prairie warriors, but at this moment it was all set on fire. There was a strong smell of corpses in the raging flames. I don't know how many prairie warriors were buried in that sea of ​​​​fire.

These are the soldiers he brought out with his own hands, and they are his life's work.

But now, these soldiers are...

"Hey, you're awake?"

The ordinary face turned around.

"Just wake up, it won't save me having to wake you up... don't move around, I need help with something."

"Let me go! Hit me again if you dare!"

Grassland Khan struggled desperately, but he could not escape the control of that big hand no matter what. The big hand grabbing his shoulder seemed to be nailed into his bones. Under the bone-piercing pain, he had no choice but to do so. Use your strength to make any movement.

He could only shout, roar, and provoke again and again, trying to find a chance to escape.

But immediately, even this shout was muted.

Just because what stood in front of him was a cauldron.

The cauldron is quite rough and has obviously been hastily made. Just looking at the head, it seems that it is not only big enough to fit one person in - but now there happens to be a tied up person, and it can fit in just right.

Grassland Khan vaguely realized something, which made him turn his head to look at the monster-like figure beside him.

He only saw a sharp pattern painted with blood.

Smearing war patterns with blood is something that prairie people occasionally do, but compared with the war patterns of prairie people, these sharp patterns on the opponent's body are more complicated and more fierce - at this moment, Prairie Khan even I could feel some kind of surging power on the pattern, which was clearly two different things from the patterns painted by the prairie people.

You must know that among the prairie people, only the most savage and primitive prairie people will smear war marks with blood. They believe that blood can bring them strength and bring them closer to the legendary ghosts.

But the war marks that appeared in front of him now exuded an older, more wild atmosphere.

It was not an imitation of barbarism, what appeared in front of him was barbarism itself.

It was as arrogant as a wild beast, and the other party might really eat him.

"Eating people? No, no, no, how could I do that?"

The figure patted the broadsword with the phoenix bird painted on it, as if telling something to the broadsword.

"Why do you think I'm so barbaric? I'm from Yin, but I'm not a savage... Well, if the fire burns brighter, I'll be of great use."

While saying this, the man threw Prairie Khan into the cauldron.

During the whole process, Prairie Khan was not even asked a single question.

The big hand was still holding his shoulder, and he was still unable to move, but under the heat, the hemp ropes binding him had begun to loosen - which also made him struggle again. At this moment The grassland Khan has already seen the opportunity to survive!

But the surroundings were too hot. The inner wall of the cauldron was already burned red by the flames. Even the surrounding vision was distorted by the high temperature, and his eyes were blurred by the smoke.

But he still didn't give up hope of living, and was still struggling with all his strength.

As long as he gets out, he will be fine. As long as he gets out, he can survive. As long as he gets out and gets out of this cauldron, he will have a chance to defeat this strange and powerful enemy again and gather back the defeated troops - although his headquarters The big tent has fallen, but most of the grassland soldiers are marching towards the south. In other words, as long as he can get out, he still has a chance to make a comeback, and there is still the possibility of starting all over again.

As long as he can get out, as long as he can get out...

Get out no matter what!

"Ahhhhhh-"

Under the high temperature, his skin and flesh had been scorched, and even his consciousness had become blurred, but with his desperate struggle, he finally got out.

He was free from bondage, free from the scorching cauldron, free from danger, even free from his own body.

"I want to live! I want to conquer the world!"

Under the red firelight, a spine sword still stained with flesh and blood roared crazily at the sky.

The pale spine was pieced together into a complete sword spine, and on top of this spine were hard and sharp steel feathers. When those feathers were spread out, they were like the wings of a golden-winged roc, and on the hilt of the sword At the tail, a skull with a beak was looking around, its eyes full of desire for conquest.

"It's really nice."

Looking at the generous sword in his hand that had just been pulled out of the cauldron, Wu Zhao from Yin nodded with satisfaction.

Then he patted the broadsword beside him that was engraved with the phoenix pattern.

"You are right. His will is indeed strong enough, even stronger than yours... Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you know how useless you are?"

"..."

The broadsword engraved with the phoenix pattern, or the gray-black phoenix that originally belonged to the Chu people, could not say a word at this moment.

On the one hand, it was naturally because of the pain that almost nailed into the depths of the soul. This monster who claimed to be a Yin person had no intention of letting it be relieved until now. On the other hand, it was because of this extreme humiliation. You must know that this so-called grassland Khan was once its defeated opponent - but facing the criticism and accusations of the Yin people, it did not dare to refute even a word at this moment.

Just because, even it was frightened by this behavior.

Originally, it thought that it was crazy to use living people to do tests related to evil spirits, but this Yin person made living people into weapons without any scruples, as easy as eating and drinking water.

Human life is worthless in the eyes of the Yin people, and it will not even cause any ripples in the mentality of the Yin people.

"We have swords, and we need some more long weapons."

Putting the big sword made by the golden-winged Roc on his back, Yin Ren Wu Zhao continued to think.

"Shut up, I don't need to ask you this time... I have it, so I'll use it."

The second update is here, good night everyone.

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