The Human Emperor

Chapter 406

"The trial of fate, the task content:

"Specially 剌 僚 僚 僚 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 慧 专 专 专 专 专 专 专 专 专 专 专 专 专 专 专 专 专 专 专......"

boom!

In an instant, Wang Chong’s blood was shining, and the infinite illusion came. Rumble, a huge land is presented in front of Wang Chong.

Middle-earth land!

Although it was the first time I saw it, Wang Chong was convinced.

But the next moment, the bang, the sky collapsed to the southeast, and the land fell to the northwest. In Wang Chong’s gaze, the southwestern land collapsed, a **** sky burst into the sky, and quickly turned into a fierce flame, swept across the entire Shenzhou by the southwestern land. .

It was only between the shackles that the entire vast land was caught in the raging fire.

"what!--"

The earth sank, and a scream of screaming suddenly came into Wang Chong's ear as if to tear the eardrum of the person. Then, the screams of one person became ten, hundreds, thousands, ... and the screams of countless people.

Rumble, countless buildings collapsed and turned into scorched earth in fire and smoke. Dead bodies, countless bodies, old, young, young, infants, women, men... thousands of bodies piled up in smoke and fire, turning into a corpse Before the eyes, all over the land.

Between the corpse and the corpse, thick blood rushes, like the rivers and seas roaring and set off, covering the entire Shenzhou land.

In the ears of Wang Chong, he heard the sound of Jin Ge infinitely intertwined and rubbed, and saw the endless, arrogant foreign cavalry and battle flags, sprinting on the land of the Central Plains!

The sky is red, the earth is falling...

In the last scene, Wang Chong saw countless white bones floating in the **** sea, and the dragon flag that fell heavily in the fire and smoke.

This prosperous empire, which has lasted for nearly three hundred years, has become a ash in the Central Plains culture that has been bred for more than 3,000 years...

"Huh!"

A burst of whistling air was heard in the ears, and Wang Chong opened his eyes. In the sky, the huge golden "Eagle King" was able to fall on his arm.

"The development of any thing has its clues. The rise and fall, the birth and the death, the replacement of any empire, the birth and death of civilization have its context."

"When the southwest collapses and the earth collapses, an empire that has been stretching for more than three hundred years will exhaust its last effort, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, it will fall down. 'Qin loses its deer, the world goes by,' death Walking on the earth, the horn has blown. When a behemoth crashes down, it will attract the hungry beast!"

"This is the last chance, either to save the war or to slip further and further into the abyss of death until it is destroyed!"

"The trial of fate - the elegy of the empire" officially began!"

......

When the golden eagle king's wings were closed, standing on Wang Chong's arm, the last glimpse of the stone of fate in Wang Chong's mind disappeared.

Looking at the eagle king in his hand, Wang Chong only felt a cold wave coming from the face, and his heart was actually cold as never before.

Battle of Nanxun!

Listening to the sound of the giant Zhong Lu in the mind, full of warning smell, Wang Chong can only think of one thing in his mind.

Only the southwestern battle of Nanzhao can be worthy of the warnings of the stone of destiny. But how is it possible? Isn't the battle of Nanxun going to happen in half a year?

Why is it now? This is totally unacceptable.

"No, absolutely not!"

With the last glimpse of hope, Wang Chongqi slammed the metal cylinder on the eagle's leg.

There was only a crumpled letter in the metal cylinder. The writing on the letter was very scribbled, and it was seen that it was rushed to write in a very urgent situation.

There is even a little bit of blood on the letter paper.

But the writing on the letterhead, Wang Chong still recognized it at a glance, it is the handwriting of the lone wolf. Over the past six months, he has seen a lot of such writings from the eagle.

"To the young master:

The lone wolf is offered. ”

"According to the instructions of the son, after entering the southwest, each of the subordinates is in contact with the swordsman and the singer Zhang Weitu..., the southwest has changed, and the crisis is violent..."

The next step was a scribble, and the traces of black charcoal appeared on the letterhead, which seemed to be written by a stove in a private home.

"Meng She, the emperor of the imperial country, Luo Feng, his wife and daughter, entered the Jiange.... According to the instructions of the son, he closely monitored the Zhangjiatuo son, but Zhang Dongtuo was not suspicious..."

"Guro Luofeng's wife and daughter stay for fifteen days!"

"Everything is normal, there is no discovery under it!"

"On the fifteenth day, the subordinates entered the Taishou House and met Zhang Veduo. Zhang was not..., the maids were separated, the Zhangjiatuo was killed, the corpse was killed..., the Luo Luofeng wife and daughter were killed, the guards were broken. Throat... shocked! Too sudden! How come?"

"Tai Shoufu is on fire..., leaving Taishou House, and discovering strange black people, the strength is extremely strong, and the subordinate is not an opponent!"

"Meng Shezhen attacked the city, the city broke! According to the son's instructions, the subordinates rushed to the city government in time, Zhang Hato returned to the government, and the sword was ready to commit suicide. The subordinate saved Zhang Veda, ready to leave, suddenly there were a lot of black people. Appeared, it was seriously injured..."

The more the writing is going to the back, the more the writing is unclear. It seems that due to the injury of the body, the lone wolf completely thought of where to write.

"It is the blood of a lone wolf!"

The king’s conflict was awakened, and the blood on the letterhead was the blood of the lone wolf. The things in the southwest have always been the focus of Wang Chong's attention. So before the solitary wolf left, Wang Chong once told me that the things about Zhang Kantuo must be reported in full.

The lone wolf was injured, but too many things happening in a hurry are too sudden, and it is impossible to write them all. So in this way, I want to think about where to write.

"...In addition to Datang and Mengshe, there are third forces in the city. The subordinates saw their cavalry killing Meng Shezhen! The fire in the city, the body is everywhere..."

"The black people are chasing Zhang Vedas everywhere. They don't say a word, they don't care about me. All the attacks are directed at Zhang Wei. It seems that they have to get the body of Zhang Weida and then quickly.... I don't understand, if I want to kill Zhang Veda, in the early days of the city government, when Zhang Weida was preparing to commit suicide, they had many opportunities. Why didn’t they do it at that time?”

"... Zhang Hato is still in a coma, has taken the medicine of the son. There are too many confusing things. This morning, the pigeons were captured, the news in the city was banned, can not be conveyed, is a black man! ”

"The situation is urgent. There are full-fledged cavalrymen in the city. Fortunately, a secret channel has been prepared according to the instructions of the son..."

"Those people are chasing each other, there is a danger of being discovered at any time, there is no chance to pass the message! There is no chance to pass the message..."

"Tomorrow will be the last attempt, the young master will rest assured that his subordinates will not be responsible for the mission, will send Zhang Taishou!"

......

Xinyi said that there is no more here.

Everything is certain.

Battle of Nanxun!

It is really the battle of Nanxun!

The last trace of hope in Wang Chong’s heart was also annihilated when he saw it here, and his heart was cold. After the cold, it was an unprecedented chaos, anxiety and uneasiness!

There was nothing in front of him, but there was a loud rumbling in Wang Chong’s ear. In the midst of it, Wang Chong seemed to see that the southwestern land of the empire was falling and collapsed, and the flames rose from the sky. A strong sense of crisis came to the fore. , almost suffocating!

"Why is this so? Why is this?..."

Wang Chong whispered to himself, and his mind was in chaos.

The sky gradually dawned. Far away, Wang Chong seemed to hear the sound of the imperial city door slowly opening. There was still a song and dance in the capital, but apart from him, he did not understand what the empire was facing.

The killing of Mount Anshan has failed. Wang Chong never imagined that the battle of Nanzhao would begin at this time.