Record of Chaos

(800　Xichen people swear to seize the ancestral land, Xiaoyaoxian retreats to Tianchi)

　　 There is a valley full of thorns at the southern foot of the middle section of Dongdu Mountain. In the temporary residence built of leaves and branches, sitting with a rough-looking face, Yexiong, the patriarch of the Xichen tribe with a **** round cake and full beard.

　　 He watched the two light spots in the jade in his hand gradually disappeared, and he couldn't help but cursed: "Luo Ge and Kang Bai, these two wastes, are dead? How did they die?"

Several black moths fluttered from the outside, circled a few times in the lighted shack, flew to the back of a skinny old man wrapped in brown rags squatting in the corner, and then disappeared. .

　　 The old man is called Lupan, the high priest of the Xichen tribe. His cheeks bulged, the crow's feet wrinkles at the corners of his eyebrows wrinkled like water waves, and he smiled:

"There is no need to be discouraged. These two people are killing themselves. Their nightmare has just been unblocked, and they don't have enough sacrifices, and their strength is greatly reduced. They don't need to be crushed by the advantage of numbers, but one by one against the monks sent by the Emperor Hou Tu. Are dead.

　　"This matter does not affect the overall situation. Most people from the Zhanfeng tribe went to the hidden camp in the Red Moon Valley. Although the place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is remote.

　　 "Once they go there, if the exit is blocked, they will have no beasts, and they will never get out again.

　　"Now the patriarch of the Wind-Zhufeng tribe is dead, and their orc masters are at war with the monks of the earth country again, and they are in chaos. This is our best opportunity.

　　 "As long as we win the Tianchi Fortress, we will be in control of the center of Dongdu Mountain. At that time, it will be easy to besiege the toothless Wind Chaser in the Red Moon Valley and force it down.

　　"We are now attacking the Tianchi Fortress immediately before the Wind-Zhuren awakens, take the fort in one fell swoop, and then force the Wind-Zhuren to surrender!

　　 "But if the Zhufeng tribe is controlled by the monks of the earth country, and the tribe people are organized to defend the Tianchi fortress, we will probably have a few old teeth knocked off if we want to bite it down."

　　 The old man licked his dry and wrinkled lips again, and added:

　　 "Don't look at those cultivators who have good combat power, they are nothing but ants under the crush of tens of thousands of troops. My beasts have not enjoyed such a good delicacy for a long time."

　　 Hundreds of years ago, the Xichen tribe was originally located in the northwest, occupying a position in the Fengdu Plain. After the rise of Feng Nation, this tribe divided.

　　 A part of the dust people who are willing to submit to the rule of the King of Wind stayed on the Subdu Plain and Dongdu Mountain, forming the large and small Feng Clan tribes in this area.

　　 Another part of the dust people moved east. Because they came from the west, they were called the Xichen Tribe by the Eastern Chen tribe.

　　 After the Han Chen maiden unified the Chen clan, they were sent here to occupy Dongdu Mountain, responsible for the logistics of the forward troops.

　　 But after King Yun defeated the dust people in front of him, they were almost dispersed by the collapse of the front line. Yaxiong kept collecting the defeated troops and evacuated Dongdu Mountain voluntarily, only to retain most of his strength.

　　 At this time, the order of the Hanchen Witch was sent, ordering them to ride the Cloud King north to the Snow Country and the Chen Clan to fight for the Snow Country Ruins, and capture Fengdu from behind!

　　 As long as they win the Fengdu, the Cold Dust Witch will admit that the Fengdu Plain is the permanent territory of their Xichen Department.

　　 There are many witches in a tribe. But now there is only one witch in the Cold Dust Department.

　　 And the soldiers of this maiden of Cold Dust cross the northern frontier, no one can do it. This witch has long been recognized as a queen in Northern Xinjiang.

　　 If she recognizes that Fengdu Plain belongs to the Xichen Department, it is more valuable than the enfeoffment from Emperor Houtu.

　　 After all, unlike Middle-earth, which advocates fame and identity and other nihility, Beijiang is a world that speaks by strength.

　　 Such a good opportunity, as the patriarch, how could Yaxiong let it go? Even if it was a piece of cake, he would try it.

　　 He took out a sharp knife, swiped his fingertips, squeezed out a drop of blood, and dropped it on a rough traction stone. Then he crushed the stone.

　　 In the valley, there was continuous shaking. But this is not because the rocks and the land are shaking, but the spatial fluctuations are surging.

　　 Under the moonlit night, the valley seemed to be a deep pool that was constantly fluctuating. In the rippling waves, countless people and beasts emerged from the dark night, almost standing in the valley.

　　 They are the Xichen tribe from the Eastern Wilderness, and the Chen tribe defeated by King Yun, and they have reorganized into a powerful army.

　　Among them are mortals who have just been armed, as well as experienced warriors and hunters, as well as many dusty beast masters who possess the magical power of strange beasts.

　　 Of course he dare not put this army directly on Dongdu Mountain. At that time, King Yun's army swept across Fengdu Plain, and the forward had reached the northern foot of Dongdu Mountain. If they dare to gather in Dongdu Mountain, they are very likely to be wiped out by King Yun in one fell swoop.

　　 They hide and repair in an inaccessible wetland a hundred miles south here. If King Yun had sent his army southward, they would have to continue to flee. But King Yun did not, but went north.

　　 The high priest recorded a spit on the palm of his hand, spit out a greasy grasshopper, and threw it away. Patriarch Yexiong grabbed the grasshopper in the air and stuffed it into his mouth.

　　 Then he straightened his face, walked out of the wooden shed, boarded a boulder, and watched the raging crowd below.

　　 He opened his mouth, and a powerful and penetrating voice came from the "hot-blooded grasshopper" in his mouth. He opened his mouth to make movements, and recorded and panned for the sound transmission. They always cooperated like this.

　　"Along the way, have you seen these people who look like us, wear the same dust robes, and graze the same cows, sheep, and deer?

　　 "Do you think they are like us?

　　 "They are not our kinsmen at all, they are traitors! They were originally descendants of the dust people, but their ancestors hundreds of years ago betrayed their tribe and took refuge in the Yao people from the south.

　　 "They and the Yao people from the south have treacherously killed us, occupied our grasslands, and expelled us to the desert to the east."

　　 The crowd was infected by this heavy and generous voice, and they all remembered the tragic history of the establishment of Feng Nation in the western part of northern Xinjiang hundreds of years ago, and the expulsion of the dust people.

　　 In fact, except for some old beast masters who have a long lifespan, most people have not personally experienced this history. But they can feel the infinite pain, wailing and hatred in the dust.

　　 As for the real history, those Feng Clan people who have lived in Dongdu Mountain for hundreds of years may have the answer. However, they will not care.

　　The blood has surged, and the heart is infinitely surging. Everyone has raised the weapon in his hand, and there is infinite power from the top of the head to the toes.

　　 "Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!"

　　 The crowd responded angrily to the cries of the chief patriarch. Immediately after that, the thumping drum of war was struck. Since ancient times, as long as the drums of war sounded, blood must flow into a river.

　　 "Just now, attack! Attack! Attack! Let's get back Dongdu Mountain! Get back the Fengdu Plain, get back the land of our ancestors!"

　　 Yexiong raised his arms. He was covered with bronze-like muscles, reflecting a metallic luster in the firelight. This night, he was like a god, igniting the fighting spirit in the hearts of all these dust people.

　　 "Kill them all! Get the land back!"

　　 Such violent spatial fluctuations, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com also raised his head in the cold rain when he had just killed Luo Gai for a short time.

　　 This is in line with his prediction. Since Luo Cain and the Chen Clan people had been in collusion, then the Chen Clan people's attack on Dongdu Mountain was imminent.

　　 When he used the blue cold spirit puppet to monitor Luo Gai's conspiracy with the dust people, he had already sent a message to the north wind guard general Hong Ruye.

　　 But Fengdu cannot send too many people to Dongdu Mountain for another decisive battle.

　　 Dongdu Mountain is not the only barrier to the wind, there are many directions to guard on all sides. And even sending someone takes time.

　　 Gou Zhu looked up at the highest point of the ridge under the bright moonlight. There is an obvious gap there, named Dongdushanque.

　　 Although the place is high, there is a big lake called Tianchi. There is Tianchi, so there is no shortage of water there.

　　The King of Wind built a stone city on the edge of the Tianchi, following the mountain, with a garrison. The wall is not high there, but the location is extremely important. Mastering this, choked the throat of the entire mountain.

　　 When he first arrived at Dongdu Mountain, he stopped there. There were not many troops stationed there, probably only a few hundred people. They were soldiers from Feng Nation sent to garrison after King Yun defeated the Chen people.

　　 In his deduction, no matter how many possibilities there are, since the Chen people spend a huge amount of money to move a large number of troops, the first thing they have to do is to capture the Tianchi Fortress.

　　 So the next battlefield he had booked a long time ago will be there.