Too tired, the knife he just swung almost exhausted his last trace of strength, the silver armor on his body had already been broken, and there were seven injuries on his body, but his body was already numb, and he didn't know the pain, he hung his hand, and the head knife quietly took off his hand, and fell on the bluestone brick under his feet, and there was a crisp sound of "jingle bell".

He didn't have the strength anymore, he slowly slid to the ground against the bluestone brick wall, and a red blood mark was drawn on the wall behind him, he gasped, hung his head, and looked at the night sky with drooping eyelids.

The night did not change in the slightest, and the long night seemed to have no end.

Nan Wu sighed slightly, closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and muttered to himself: "I wanted to see this ghost place again, but it seems that I can't wait for the sunrise!"

In a few snaps of his fingers, he sat on the ground in the cold wind and raised his eyebrows slightly--I haven't been killed yet?

There was a noisy sound of gold and iron clashing in his ears, and suddenly a few sharp screams were heard, and gradually the sound got closer and closer.

The man leaning against the corner of the city wall struggled to open his heavy eyelids and look in the direction from which the voice came from. At this glance, he couldn't help but be startled, blurted out exclaim, but he didn't make a sound, and his throat was stuck with bloody phlegm.

Is it a hallucination?

Nanwu frowned hard and looked at it intently. I saw that the soldiers who returned to the building a few feet away were in a mess, as if something was in the dark to tear them apart.

A cold light flashed, and a soldier who returned to the building was instantly split into two pieces. Out of the crowd came a thin figure, carrying a knife, and ran towards him, the figure was so familiar - it was a stone!

"He's here!" shouted the boy named Stone and threw himself in front of Nanwu, "Brother Nanwu, Brother Nanwu." ”

The boy shouted, tearing down a broken flag and bandaging his wounds, with a look of eagerness.

"Stone, didn't I let you hide in the city and take advantage of the chaos to escape!" his face changed in an instant, and he scolded angrily.

"Brother Nanwu, it's them, and they're willing to help us. The stone helped the bloodied man to sit upright, pointing in the direction he had just run.

At this moment, dozens of soldiers who returned to the building not far away were all killed in the blink of an eye, the speed was too fast and too fast, and in a few words, the soldiers were all killed with one blow, their chests were cut open in unison, and a large area of blood stained the ground.

Nan Wu suddenly paused, his eyes were surprised, and he glanced at this tragic fierce fighting field, and his originally tired face was incredulous.

Suddenly, in the dark night, several agile figures came in the direction of Nanwu, and by the light of the fire on the city wall, they were vaguely discernible as several thin figures.

A leading young man, wearing a centipede braid, a tiger skin headband tied to his forehead, and a bloody short knife in his hand flashed in the night, shining with a penetrating cold light, he walked in front of Nanwu, kicked the stone with his foot, and spoke a mouthful of emperor's words.

"Boy, is that what you're talking about?" his eyes were gloomy, his pupils flashed with a strange blue light, and the short knife in his hand pointed at Nanwu, who was sitting on the ground.

Nan Wu looked at him, a fierce glint rose in his eyes, and he didn't make a sound, clenched a sword beside his hand, and just met the man's eyes.

The man suddenly laughed, and in the laughter, he withdrew the short knife in his hand, and his face quickly became no longer gloomy: "Hahaha...... It's been a long time since I've seen someone like this who isn't afraid of death!"

I saw two fingers of his left hand stuffed into his mouth, blew a sharp and loud whistle, and then let out a roar like a beast in his throat.

Then a black oppressive figure burst out of the darkness, and those people were also dressed strangely, and their bodies were more or less adorned with animal skins.

In an instant, more than seven hundred thin-looking and strangely dressed figures appeared on the wall of the south gate of Dian Cloud City.

It is obvious that the people who have returned the building are not the opponents of this group of mysterious people, they are all swift and fast, like beasts in the jungle, killing decisively, and the knife is a human life, without dragging the mud and water, as if they were born killers.

Nanwu knows the horror of this group of people, a few months ago under the Qingshi County of Yunyun County suffered an unknown attack, Qingshi County is rich in jade and jade, overnight Qingshi County in the official treasury was looted, Yunnan Yun Taishou Liu Xianzhen personally led 5,000 troops and horses to suppress the bandits, in Qingshi County under the rule of Yuhe Town and the group of more than 800 robbers fought fiercely for three days, in the case of the loss of more than 1,300 soldiers' lives, the group of robbers was barely captured.

Liu Xian, the Taishou of Dian Yun, was really happy with his achievements, and did not strangle the robbers on the spot, but imprisoned the group of robbers in the prison of Dian Yun City, and wrote to the state government to ask for merit.

Originally, as soon as the judgment of the Huadu Prefecture arrived, this group of robbers should have been beheaded, but unexpectedly, there was a change on the way, Wu Yueguo returned to the building department to raise troops to invade the territory, and Liu Xianzhen, the Taishou of Dian Yun, attacked blindly, and the battle was defeated, and he actually forgot the robbers who robbed the official treasury in the prison, and he escaped overnight with his family and cronies.

And now the leader of the group of robbers is standing in front of him, ironically saving his own life.

"It's you!" Nan Wu shrugged his shoulders, blood gushing out from a bowl-sized piercing wound on his left shoulder, and he stood up completely ignoring the injury, his face solemn and shocked.

The man didn't speak, but stood there quietly, with a silent and cold face, and two azure blue eyes staring sharply at Nanwu.

"Why did you help us?" Nan Wu saw that the other party did not speak, and put the sword in his hand on the opponent's neck with hostility.

"We are friends. He stood there, not intending to resist, letting the blood-stained knife against his neck.

"Friend?" Nan Wu felt that something was wrong, and the blade of the head knife pressed down hard, and the blade almost cut the man's skin.

"Yes, friend!" As if deciding that Nanwu would not kill him, he smiled slightly, and his voice was sincere, "The Wuyue Clan is also our enemy, isn't the enemy of the enemy a friend?"

"Who the hell are you?" asked Nan Wu eagerly, retracting his sword.

The man stretched out his hand and pointed to his eyes, which were a pair of blue eyes, and there was a blue streamer in the night, and he still smiled at the other party: "Yelang people are born with blue eyes, don't you know?"

"-Are you Yelang people?" Nan Wu was startled, dumbfounded, and his whole person was like a thunderbolt on the sunny day, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

The legendary Yelang tribe was once the master of the Nanban Land, the Yelang tribe who ruled the Nanban Land for more than a thousand Chinese New Year's Eve.

The man nodded, regardless of whether Nan Wu believed it or not, turned around and stood at the head of the city, looking at the dense siege of the people returning to the city under the city.

"The people who returned the building are really desperate, this is a nest out! My people can't resist for long. The mysterious leader of the Yelang people had a look of fear on his face, and his words were vaguely ominous.

"You must abandon the city, and we can help you and your men escape. He suddenly turned around and walked towards Nanwu, his face falling into silence again.

"I'm leaving, what will happen to the people in the city?" Nanwu, covered in blood, walked to the city wall, pointed to the tide of enemy troops under the city, and roared angrily, "Do you want to watch the people in the city being slaughtered by them?"

"Oh......" The leader of the Yelang people changed his expression and was slightly moved.

"I won't abandon them, even if I die in battle, I won't!" Nan Wu stood in the wind with a knife in one hand, his eyes already looking at death as if he were at home.

After hearing Nanwu's words, the leader of the Yelang people trembled in his heart and said in shock: "You can let your people secretly evacuate the people from the city from the North Gate Waterway, and my people will help you defend this city until dawn." ”

Hearing this, Nanwu clasped his fists with both hands and bowed respectfully: "Today's grace, if there is a fate, he will definitely go to the soup and fire tomorrow." ”

After speaking, Nanwu, who was covered in blood, raised his hand, pinned the sword in his hand to his waist, and pulled out a spear from the corpse of a rattan armor soldier, and shouted loudly: "Where is the Acropolis camp?"

"In!"

"I'm here too!"

"Here!" An ironclad soldier who was still fighting with the person returning the building cut off the arm of a person who returned the building with a knife, and shouted angrily with a knife.

There was a squirming shout from the city wall, although it was faint in the shouting and killing sound in the sky, but there was no taste of depression at all, and they were full of fighting spirit, like a spark ignited on the Liao Plain.

"Assemble!" Nan Wu shouted with a spear in his hand.

In an instant, the soldiers at the head of the city began to slowly gather. The pile of corpses on the side moved, and several seriously wounded soldiers buried under the pile of corpses also crawled out with difficulty, carrying weapons, and staggering towards the queue.

After a while, the living soldiers of the Emperor Linguo on the city tower were assembled, Nan Wu counted the number of people, and there were more than three hundred people, of which more than 100 were seriously injured, and the rest were more or less injured, he nodded, his eyes were dark.

"The seriously injured brother is responsible for transferring the people in the city to evacuate from Dian Yun City through the North Gate Waterway, and the rest of the brothers will defend the city with me!"

The soldiers in the line shouted in unison: "No!"

The leader of the Yelang people, who was standing on the sidelines and watching, was suddenly shocked, and his eyes were bright: There are such people in the world who sacrifice their lives for righteousness!

"Give it to me!" Nan Wu shouted, picked up the scattered stones on the ground, and threw them under the city wall.

The ironclad soldiers on the side also held iron shields one after another, resisting the stray arrows, covering their companions to carry the bluestone bricks, house beams, and water tanks carried by the people in the city......

Under the city of Clouds.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's the Yelang people......" Someone among the besiegers suddenly exclaimed, their eyes full of terror, and the more they spoke, the more they trembled.

"Yelang people?" The companion on the side was also startled and looked up at the city.

This glance made this group of people who returned to the building unforgettable for life, a thin man at the head of the city, grinning at them, a pair of blue eyes flashed with cold light, those cold eyes were like beasts staring at the prey, and the back of the people returning to the building was cold in the dark night.

"Ahh

This voice instantly confused the front-line siege troops of the Huanlou clan, and then more and more people fled, they threw away their weapons and retreated in groups, their eyes full of horror.

The ancestors of the Huanlou clan have been oppressed by the Yelang clan for thousands of years in the past days, and the terrifying legends about the Yelang clan have been passed down for thousands of years.

The fear of the Yelang clan is buried deep in their bones, and now it has long taken root and is deeply rooted. So much so that today, the Yelang Kingdom has been wiped out by the Wuyue Clan for more than 200 years, and they are still afraid of this legendary clan.

There is a record in "Emperor Linfu": "Yelang was born with blue eyes, bloodthirsty and wild, born warlike, and killed slaves at the age of five. ”

The Yelang people have been trained to kill people since childhood, and they use the captured slaves as tools for learning. They are like cold-blooded beasts, and they take killing as a pleasure. They often launch sneak attacks in the middle of the night, and can wash a village in blood, and the prey they target is often beheaded in their sleep without waiting to resist.

"Escapee, slash!" At that moment, someone shouted in the distance.

Camus rode a horse, his hand raised and fell, killing dozens of people in a moment, the killing blade in his hand flashed as if he was born bloodthirsty, and in the shadow of the sword, he commanded a group of sturdy vine armor soldiers, armed with iron axes to slash and kill the soldiers who fled backwards.

"Enlighten the God of War!" A middle-aged man with a commanding appearance on the side, when he saw Camus, he hurriedly ran to his horse, knelt on the ground, looked up at him with wandering eyes, the whole person was extremely frightened, his whole face became distorted due to fright, and his tone was panicked, "Yelang people, there are Yelang people in the city!"

"What!" Camus was visibly shocked when he heard this, his face full of disbelief.

However, the man who was kneeling on the ground screamed again, pointed in the direction of the tower, and said indistinctly: "You, look!"

There were hundreds of pairs of blue eyes in the darkness on the towers!

Those blue eyes shone a terrifying blue in the night, as if a pair of demonic eyes were peeking at them in the darkness.

"What are you afraid of! They are people, not ghosts. Camus angrily scolded the commander of the Returning Building Department in front of him, and the killing blade in his hand was raised above his head, and the murderous aura emanating from the blade enveloped his whole person.

Kamu shouted: "The Wuyue Clan could defeat them back then, and today we can also defeat them in the Lou Clan!"

With that, he rode his horse and galloped under the city walls.