Huluodi was bathed in this light, and he almost screamed in comfort, and he felt that something was changing in his body, and he was tickling all over his body. In the eyes of outsiders, the wounds on Huluodi's body at this moment began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and within a while, it was completely healed. At this time, the light also converged.

After feeling the light dissipate, Huluodi also opened his eyes. At this moment, he looked at the high priest in front of him, his eyes were full of admiration and gratitude, and his previous doubts were gone. In the face of such miracles as the high priest, they are just floating clouds, as long as they listen to the high priest, no difficulty can stop the nomads!

Before, he suspected that it was just a trick or just a cure for his skin wounds, but after carefully examining his body, he found that his injuries had indeed been completely healed, and the strength left in his wounds by the beggar gang leader was now gone. He couldn't imagine that the High Priest had never done anything in his memory, but the means that had just been revealed could show that the High Priest was at least at the pinnacle of the Shadows, and he asked himself if he could do it.

Therefore, he already fully trusted the high priest, after all, anyone who looked at the high priest at this time was the same, bathed in golden light, like a god. Khorodi even felt that this high priest was sent from heaven to save the nomads.

"High Priest Xie!" Huluodi knelt down on one foot and shouted to the high priest, he had only knelt in heaven in his life, this was the second time he knelt down, but he felt that it was worth it, for such an existence as a high priest who was also a master and a father, he was fully qualified to accept this kneeling.

"Get up. The High Priest was still smiling like that.

But Khorati did not listen to the high priest, he still knelt on the ground, and he slapped himself. The high priest hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him up, and asked with concern: "What are you doing here, why are you beating yourself?" When Huluodi heard the high priest's tone, he was ashamed and blamed himself, and he was embarrassed to speak again.

After a while, he squirmed and said: "High Priest, I was caught by the thieves of Nanjiang Country before, and I was injured, so I began to think that High Priest, your attack on Nanjiang Country was wrong, I am really not a thing!" After speaking, Huluodi raised his palm again, and was about to slap himself, but when he hit his face, he could no longer score down, and Huluodi didn't know that it was the high priest who was blocking him. "High Priestess, you?"

The high priest glanced at Huluodi meaningfully, and said sternly: "Huluodi, you are right! If the nomads want to make progress in this era, it is very important to abandon some of the previous decisions, and I am not omniscient and omnipotent, where can I know everything. You young people are full of vigor, you can question me, nomads can only be stronger in this kind of vigorous energy full of discussion, what do you say?"

Hearing the words of the high priest, Huluodi was even more ashamed and could not raise his head. Now he had only one thought in his mind, and that was "the high priest is great," "you must listen to the high priest," and so on. The High Priest's words did not make him feel that it was right to make decisions with the High Priest, but only convinced him that he would be invincible if he followed the High Priest's guidance.

The high priest nodded imperceptibly when he saw the look of worship in Huluodi's eyes. "Go back to yourself and rest first. "Yes, High Priest!" Then the High Priest turned back, and Khorodi did not see the sly look in the High Priest's eyes as he turned his head. "You want to fight me, you're still too tender!" thought to the high priest, not because he was conceited, but because his image had been ingrained in the minds of the nomads all these years, and it was easy for them to convince them again.

Huluodi returned to his home almost in a daze, and then lay down and fell asleep, the fatigue of these days and the recent battle, Rao Yi could not bear it even with his body. The previous healing only cured his body, but the mental fatigue cannot be cured by external forces, and sleep is the fastest way to replenish the spirit, so he slept very hard this night.

After waking up the next day, he slowly walked out of his house, and as soon as he opened the door, the overwhelming smell of blood hit the world, and the only remaining trace of sleepiness disappeared completely.

What caught his eye was a sea of corpses and blood, almost all made up of the blood of nomadic tribesmen, and there were pitted blood everywhere. He thinks that he has fought many battles, from a small soldier to a great general who is now admired by everyone, although it took only 20 years, but there have been no less than a thousand wars, large and small. But this was the first time he had seen such a bloody picture. For the first time, he realized what it meant to be depicted in the book, and it was only possible to see it if the blood flowed into a sea of blood!

"Ah!" he cried out in pain, tears pouring out of his eyes. Then, when he had calmed down, he spread his legs and walked numbly on the ground that resembled a slaughterhouse, and soon the blood had splattered all over him, and he had become a bloody man completely, but he didn't realize it, because his heart had long been closed.

"Help me!" Suddenly a voice opened his still closed heart, and he looked forward, and it was a person, a living person, and he was running forward in a panic, as if some dangerous person was chasing him behind him.

Huluodi hurriedly ran towards him, and when he got closer, Huluodi immediately recognized the man in front of him. "Khurama, I'm here!" the man called Khorama apparently heard the voice of Khora as well, and hurried towards him. This Khorama was actually a good playmate of Huluodi when he was a child, but when he grew up, Huluodi became his general, and he fought everywhere outside all year round, and the contact between the two gradually decreased, but the relationship between the two was still as strong as before.

"You're here at last!" cried out Khrama, but his pace did not slow down in the slightest, but quickened considerably, "You don't know how dangerous it is here, I tell you, Great ......"

A streak of blood bloomed in the air, and the figure of Hurama running forward suddenly stopped, and then a blood mark slowly appeared on his neck, "Boom!" It seemed to be the sound of some east falling to the ground, and the standing figure had been separated.

"No!" the cry shook the earth, and a man who had been shouting "Xiaodi" in front of him died in the blink of an eye, and he rushed over, knelt down in front of Khulama, and spliced the two parts of his body together, as if to take it back, but in vain. Huluodi hugged Khurama's body tightly, and the tears in his eyes were dyed with blood at some point, and he didn't know if it was his blood or Khorama's.

Suddenly, he raised his head and stared at the front, where there stood a figure who was not tall, with a sword in his hand, and it was clear that this was the same person who had killed Khrama earlier. "Damn you!" came the words out of Khulodi's mouth, but he did grit his teeth and say them like the low roar of the beast.

But the next moment that figure appeared in front of him, he couldn't react, and his head was also cut off by a sword, and before he died, he suddenly felt that the figure of that person was somewhat familiar......

"Whew!" Huluodi sat up at once, wiping all the sweat from his head with one hand, "Fortunately, it's just a dream, but why did you have this dream?" he was puzzled and finally made a decision.

After an hour he appeared in front of a well-decorated house, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door. After a while, a shadow came out of it, glanced at Huluodi, pulled him into the house, then locked the house with his backhand, and then made a gesture and threw out a ray of light, enveloping the whole house.

"Alright, you can say it. "The owner of this shadow is the holy daughter of the nomads, Jiang Liyi!

Huluodi hesitated for a moment, and slowly told his dream. "Liyi, I know that you are the nomad who can interpret dreams other than the high priest, so I came to ask you. Jiang Liyi also frowned when she heard this, as if she was deciding whether to say it or not. In the end, as if she had made up her mind, she said: "You must remember everything I say next, and you must not spread it!" Huluo saw Jiang Liyi's serious look, and also nodded.

"Actually, the high priest is not a good person!" As soon as Hu Luodi heard this, he dodged and stretched out his hand to cover Jiang Liyi's mouth, "Don't say this kind of thing again in the future!" Hu Luodi said sharply.

Jiang Liyi is also a master after all, if it is controlled so simply, it will be blind to the name of the saint. Suddenly he withdrew from the restraint of Huluodi and sneered: "Do you still believe in him until now?" Huluodi frowned and began to think.

What has the high priest done over the years? There is no problem with making great efforts to make suggestions for the development of the nomads, but what is the problem? He really couldn't think of it, so he raised his head and looked at Jiang Liyi, as if waiting for Jiang Liyi's next words.

Jiang Liyi was also very relieved when she saw Huluodi like this, and in the end, she still had to ask me, Jiang Liyi secretly slandered herself in her heart.

"Think about what the High Priest did when he sacrificed to the heavens?" Jiang Liyi gave a hint. When Huluodi heard this, his eyes were still puzzled at first, but the next moment they burst into light!