The provocative thief, named Ulleg, who had lived in the steppe for generations, had been an extremely powerful tribe, but after a great battle, only women and boys no taller than wheels were killed.

This Uleg is one of the survivors.

Being called as a slave by people from other tribes like cattle left a deep imprint of shame on Uleg's young heart. He finally reached adulthood, but he was not qualified to marry, because only the most obedient slave would be rewarded by his master, and he would never have an heir of his own.

But nothing can stop the power of love, the teenage Ulegh and the same slave Zhuoya fell in love, they avoided the eyes and ears of their masters, and took advantage of the opportunity to get along bit by bit to express their love, and the two discussed looking for an opportunity to fly away together and find their own small world in the grassland.

But some slaves have completely lost their personality and become the most inhuman dogs, and they do not hesitate to sell their fellow citizens for a little scraps.

The two people were arrested after being reported, and Zhuoma was gouged out in front of Uleg, skinned alive, but at the moment before she breathed, she didn't say a word of begging for mercy, and she didn't even scream, maybe she was afraid that Uleg would be sad after hearing it.

Uleg's eyes turned blood-red, and he struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free from the cow's tendon and raw linen, and the blood stained the grass red.

When Dolma had taken his last breath, the people of that tribe did not kill Ulleg, but tied him to a stake a foot away from Dolma's body, so that he could watch his lover's plight all the time.

In the early morning of the next day, the tribe found that the two people on the stake had disappeared, only the tendons of the ox were broken into pieces, but the tribe people did not care, after all, the slaves were not qualified to learn the skill of riding and archery since childhood, and they were nothing more than running away from a slave, and after searching for a while, they were gone.

Until a year later, wherever this mighty tribe inhabited, the terrible howls of wild wolves were heard at night, and then all the people of the tribe who were alone would be shot.

At first, there were only lone people, and after a while, three, five, and even less than ten people would be shot mercilessly. It was only then that the tribe panicked and realized that this mysterious enemy was unusual.

All the people were killed by an arrow, and the position of the middle arrow was the center of the eyebrows, throat, and heart, except for a very small number of people in the team of ten people, the quivers lacked arrows, and the other people who were shot were not moved by one arrow.

It shows that from the beginning of the horse charge to the killing of everyone, these people have little chance to react. The open terrain of the grasslands makes it difficult to hide their tracks, and these tribal warriors are adept at spotting enemies from a distance through their scents. So there is no such thing as a raid in the true sense of the word.

There are only two possibilities to achieve this, the first is that the hard bow used by this mysterious enemy is extremely powerful, and the range is far beyond that of ordinary bows and arrows, killing people one by one beyond the firing range.

However, this speculation was denied by the masters of the tribe, as several of the men who were shot were so skilled in archery that they could shoot their opponent's arrows in mid-air, even if they could attack from outside range.

But most of these people did not consume arrows at all, and they had already died of arrows, and they could do this to this extent, only if they could shoot arrows at a very fast speed under the premise of a long range, and the speed of the arrows was extremely fast, so that people had already shot everyone before they had counterattacked and defended.

Only a few of the ten people have fired arrows, indicating that the enemy has entered the firing range, or has had time to defend by firing arrows, but there are very few arrows issued, which shows that even under the premise of reacting, they have been killed in a very short time.

This enemy is as powerful as a ghost.

In order to kill this enemy, the warriors of the tribe formed a large group, sixty or seventy people, and began to search for the camp as the center, but this enemy never showed up, and the large-scale search was only in vain, only the howl of the wild wolf at night was more terrible.

Just when the search party had almost given up the pursuit, thinking that the enemy must have fled, an enemy dressed in a snow wolf's skin appeared in the tribe's camp on a snowy night.

The man rode a black horse like a night demon, with a long mane like a woman's black hair, and galloped up and down the camp, slaughtering, and although most of the warriors of the tribe had gone out to search and had not returned, there were still nearly a hundred young men in the camp.

However, in the face of the gallop of this black horse like the night wind, it was impossible to catch the target, and most of the arrows missed, but the arrows of the man on the horse were like eternal hatred, and they shot into the hearts of the enemies one by one.

In the scattered campfire, this man's two eyes were like two lamps rising from the netherworld, emitting a dark red light, and firing arrows like lightning, a man on a horse could send out an attack like a flying locust, and everyone was killed with one arrow, and in the end only children and women were left in the camp.

The survivors who were close to each other heard the enemy's muttering as he raised his head to the sky.

"Enough, I know Zoya. That's enough. ”

Then this man and horse disappeared into the night of the steppe like a nightmare.

As if under some curse, the tribe slowly became scarce in the years that followed, and the women could no longer raise their offspring, and all kinds of calamities never spared them, and after ten years they had fallen apart and finally disappeared.

This man is none other than Ulleg.

On the night Dolma was killed, looking at his miserable lover, his heart was heartbroken, and he lost the desire to live, he had an epiphany, and tore off the cow tendon rope, but did not take revenge immediately, but found a quiet and beautiful place to bury Dolma's body well.

After a year of hard work, the strength has been controlled freely, and a black wild horse on the grassland has been subdued, and finally after the last love words in front of Zhuoya's grave, I feel that Zhuoma and Uleg, who are with him, have embarked on the road of revenge.

This revenge killed hundreds of people from the enemy's tribe, until the kind Dolma's wish was fulfilled, and Ulegh left this sad land and wandered into the Central Plains to make a living.

However, the mountains and rivers of the Central Plains are not as vast as the grasslands, flat and vast, just as the people of the Central Plains are far more deceitful than the grasslands.

In this long period of time, a simple grassland man was deceived and used, hurt and excluded, he couldn't find a way to get along with people, nor could he find a way to settle down, and finally embarked on the road of taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others.

And since Ulegh started a life of doing things with money, Dolma has never appeared again, no matter how hard Ulegh pleads, how devout he prays, he can no longer communicate with Dolma spiritually.

This made him even more miserable and decadent, and the Supreme Gate took a fancy to his archery and equestrianism like a night demon, and offered him up, and did not bother him with anything on weekdays, only to take out this trump card at a critical time.

This gave him a temporary peace, thinking that Dolma would return to him again, but it backfired, and he still didn't get any feedback, and Ulleg had become a walking corpse.

Today's things in the army, the Supreme Sect is sent by the masters who are proficient in ordnance techniques, one can mix in the army without showing a trace, and the other can openly use this skill to provoke and kill the target.

I have no hatred for this young man, it's just a target to deal with casually, taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others, it's just that the light in this young man's eyes seems to be familiar, but I don't know where I've seen it. This feeling haunted him, and a heart could not be calmed all the time.

Uleg put his finger in his mouth and let out a long whistle, only to see a black horse galloping in from outside the martial arts arena, fierce and swift, like a night demon appearing, galloping to his side in an instant.

Shoot it seriously on the cavalry and throw it to the Central Plains people.

Ulleg had already made up his mind.

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