"Newspaper! Lin'an City has a carrier pigeon. The soldier suddenly opened the curtain and strode in, Guo Yu Daxi took the creed in his hand, carefully uncovered the wax mark on it, he folded the creed and read it slowly, the temperature in his heart then lowered, and his eyes were shocked.

"What's going on...... The Great Monarch of the Golden Horde died in the city of Lin'an, killed by the rebels from the west, who were now advancing in the direction of Guxia Mountain to the west...... Until reinforcements arrive, guard the entrance to the sword vault in the west...... Defend ...... Chu Xiaohua, what happened in Lin'an?"

He stared blankly at the contents of the letter, Gu Yun Ning Yi was still smoking quietly, and he listened to everything Guo Yu said.

The old man walked back and forth in the tent, facing the rebels to the west...... If the contents of the letter are true, with our current strength, it is impossible to defend to the death, and the number of this army is not yet known, but they only have less than a thousand men, and they are here to find the entrance to the sword storehouse, not to fight! Even if dozens of warlocks can compete with the army, how long can they hold out?

"Fuck it! Chu Xiaohua, Lao Tzu...... Lao Tzu ......"

"Surrendering to the rebels is an option. Gu Yun Ning Yi reminded.

"Lao Tzu is the great priest of Yinguo!" Guo Yu reminded the other party. "I know what to do, do as I order, His Majesty the Emperor will let us defend to the death, and we will not let the rebels enter the Xilin Sword Arsenal, notify everyone to come and gather. ”

The soldier finally bowed slightly, "Yes, Lord Priest." ”

After the time of a stick of incense. Everyone came to Guo Yu's tent, the tent was not big or small, just enough to accommodate more than a thousand people, but his team was pitifully small, and the few warlocks were mostly workers with blank faces, still holding wet shovels in their hands, just now they were still building a stone staircase into the gate of the sword warehouse in the heavy rain.

"I have terrible news for you, maybe before tomorrow morning, there will be a battle here," he told them, Su Weiyin, the last prince of Xilin, would come with his rebel army to seize everything in Xilin's sword vault, but I would not flee from the battle. His Majesty the Emperor sent me here, I found the entrance to the Xilin Sword Warehouse, and now I want to guard here, whether I live or die, I am the great priest of the Yin Kingdom. ”

Everyone's face was different, some whispered, some were terrified, some didn't know what to do, and a few even seemed to leave the tent and were finally stopped by the soldiers with swords.

"However, I do not force anyone to die for this matter, and while the main forces of the rebels to the west have not yet arrived, those who want to leave should retreat quickly, and you should have a chance to flee for your life. Guo Yu waved his sleeves lightly, and the wind blew open the heavy cowhide curtain: "If you want to stay and fight, come to my side now!"

"Those who want to leave, now you can go, take your things, there are eighty horses in the stable, you can ride these horses away"

No one answered at this point. The crowd did not move, like stone carvings. A few people exchanged glances.

Guo Yu is extremely disgusted with such a scene, most of the people here are from the west, no matter how they choose, they will not say that they are not, and now the old man is still in front of this harsh and pale crowd, with his hands on his back, waiting, waiting......

Suddenly, all the warlocks under him moved a step in unison, and came to his side, followed by a strong man, he walked three steps quickly, raised his head and stood in front of everyone, Guo Yu turned his back and did not look at them, but he could hear the footsteps, and the sound of stumbling footsteps approached his direction, not much, but every step was very steady.

After three incense sticks, he finally turned around, nearly six hundred out of a thousand people left, Guo Yu walked out of the tent, and looked at the others walking in the wind and rain without saying a word, like a group of dead souls with nowhere to return, Guo Yu looked at the four hundred people who remained: "If we can survive, I will never forget you, and I will definitely let His Majesty the Emperor add you to the knighthood." ”

"Please return to your posts, your weapons and armor will be assigned soon, and you will come with me!" Guo Yu said to the twenty or so warlocks.

After the others left, Guo Yu beckoned them to sit down: "I need you to make great sacrifices before the rebels from the West Rim arrive. ”

"Yes. What does the Grand Priest want us to do?" everyone said in unison.

"We don't need to hold off an army, we only need to kill one person. ”

"Who?"

Su Weiyin...... It is enough for us to kill him, if the information is not wrong, Su Weiyin has already awakened Wang Xi, and our opponent this time is a nascent king, far more tricky than the enemies you have encountered before. ”

Everyone nodded, all the warlocks in the room were in their early thirties, but they were all people who had been on the battlefield, and they knew how to deal with an army.

Guo Yu continued: "At present, I don't have many treasures in my hands, and we can't afford to set up a magic circle all over the battlefield like before in the Battle of the West or the Battle of the Golden Horde, we want to use the power of the Heavens and Stars to kill him, and borrow the power of the gods!"

"By the power of God......" everyone took a deep breath

"This is impossible, we don't have a treasure to sacrifice, and the gods and Buddhas will not respond to our calls. Someone shook his head flatly.

Guo Yu said softly: "Yes, we don't necessarily need the soul in the treasure to call the gods, there is also a soul in the human body......"

"Great Priest, you want to exchange your life for the power of a demigod?"

"Yes!"

Guo Yu also said: "In the Golden Horde, when we had enemies that we could not defeat, we also sought strength from the gods of the heavens and stars, the power of the gods and Buddhas was supreme, whether it was an army or a mountain in front of us, it was as humble as ants to them, I need you all to open your own door to death, and respond to the gods with death, to them."

...... in exchange for power"

"Do it this way...... Will we survive?" The people were sweating all over their backs.

"Nonsense! Otherwise, how do you think I survived to this day?" Guo Yu glanced at the man, but what he didn't say was that he used his soul to exchange power for the gods and Buddhas like this, and the damage to his body was obvious, and his hair turned gray and fell out after the Battle of the Golden Horde.

"Not everyone can exchange power with the gods and Buddhas, he must open his heart in front of the gods and Buddhas, the majesty of the gods and Buddhas is incomparable, and their power is beyond your imagination, if you don't have a strong heart, it is very likely that you will lose your mind under their gaze and become a beast that pursues power, do you have the confidence to accomplish this?"

Everyone hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, and someone stretched out their arms in front of Guo Yu and muttered: "The eagle flag does not fall......"

"The Eagle Banner does not fall!"

"Don't fall down......" More hands went up.

The rebels from the west will come at any time, the more than 400 people left behind are dressed and ready for battle, the soldiers have put on their armor and sharpened their swords, Guyun Ning Yi is wearing a close-fitting chain mail shirt with a layer of hard cowhide armor inside, he is not only a swordsmith, but also a good swordsman, after he is fully clothed, he takes up his weapons and climbs the fortress that people have temporarily built.

He squinted into the distance, the rain was slowly stopping, it was hard to guess their number, now they could only build more forts, there were no thistles, only temporary barricades, but they could get wood from the woods not far away, and there was as much as they wanted.

Before dawn fell, Guyun Ning Yi watched a line of tidal troops appear from the far end, their pace was very slow, and there were only about two thousand people at sight, he clenched the hilt of his sword and stood up.

The leader was a young man in a royal robe, armed with a five-foot sword. This army was not as terrible as they had imagined, everyone was exhausted, the blood on the armor had long since dried up, and it was as bright as a flame against the background of the morning light.

After a long trek, Su Changqing finally set foot on the land of his hometown with his army and saw the towering Guxia Mountain. Their army suffered heavy losses in Weizhou, Guan Sheng was shot off his horse by a stray arrow and died tragically, everyone was protecting him, and their eyes were like a fire jumping.

Gu Yun Ning Yi gasped, he recognized the young man, he was the last prince of Xilin, many years ago when he was a child, he had the honor to see Queen Xilin holding him in swaddling clothes, the mother and son sat by the imperial pavilion to enjoy the flowers, the child's cry and the woman's comforting voice were intertwined, as if it was the most moving voice in the world.

Now that he had grown up and returned to Xilin in the imperial robe, he had been brought back to his hometown by his bloodline and fate, and he looked at the Sailin warriors behind the boy, their eyes were completely fearless, and their steps were slow but determined towards them

Su Changqing rode his horse unhurriedly to the fortress built by Guo Yu, and the suspension bridge was lowered

, the biting morning breeze sighed and blew into his imperial robe, rushing to his face.

The great priest who was dressed in snow walked out of it, the biting morning wind was whistling, Su Weiyin turned over and dismounted, and the two looked at each other from a distance of half a mile.

"Grand Priest Guo Yu. Su Changqing stopped: "Now that we meet on the battlefield, it is a great regret. ”

"My only regret is that I failed to persuade His Majesty the Emperor to kill you, you white-eyed wolf!" Guo Yu spat on the ground. "Where is Xiao Zhao?"

"I am not your prisoner. Su Changqing reminded him: "If you want to blame, blame your Emperor Your Majesty." ”

"In the past ten years, Chu Xiaohua, where can't he stand with you?"

"He destroyed our country. Su Changqing beckoned, and the attendant brought the man over knowingly, Su Changqing took off the sack above his head, revealing the boy's pale and withered face, his uncombed hair was tangled and hanging down his shoulders, the clothes on his body had already been torn, and the pair of bright purple pupils in the past had long been dimmed.

"Su Weiyin, what did you do to him?" Guo Yu said angrily, Su Changqing put his hand on Chu Xianzhao's shoulder, showing a smile. The reason why he was able to successfully escape from the Yin Kingdom and arrive in the west was largely due to Chu Xianzhao, he tied him to his horse, and the soldiers were afraid of hurting the third prince of Chu and did not dare to shoot the arrow at Su Changqing, all the way down he slashed with a sword in both hands, highlighting the encirclement of the Weizhou army, General Ye Zang was angry at Su Changqing's despicable but powerless, and almost gritted his teeth.

"I didn't do anything to him? I just gave him a feel for what a real war is. He suddenly slapped Chu Xianzhao on the shoulder, and the boy staggered and fell to the ground, still muttering, "Don't kill my grandfather...... No...... No. ”

He pulled out his long sword and pointed at Chu Xianzhao, the blade of the sword suddenly stopped in front of Chu Xuanzhao's neck, as long as Su Changqing's wrist moved, Chu Xuanzhao turned into a corpse, Su Changqing smiled coldly, Guo Xuan roared: "You mad dog, if you dare to hurt him a hair-"

Su Changqing bent down and forcibly pulled out Chu Xuanzhao's wrist, making him clench his sword, and the boy looked at his face blankly until Su Changqing stuffed the hilt of the sword into his hand, and the blade of the sword pointed at his neck: "Your Royal Highness the Third Prince...... I'm giving you a chance now, should you kill me?"

Chu Xianzhao shook his head and nodded, he wanted to clench the long sword and stab it into Su Changqing's throat to avenge his grandfather, but in the end, as soon as his wrist loosened, the long sword fell to the ground with a clatter, and his whole person collapsed softly, and his pupils were blank with palpitations.

Su Changqing laughed loudly and said: "His father and emperor relied on the Yinguo Iron to destroy my west, such a hero, he actually gave birth to such a son who can't hold a sword, it's really a big joke!!"

"Su Weiyin, you mad dog!" Guo Yu roared angrily, and then his heart was shocked, and his face was blue and his fists were clenched.

"My name is Su Changqing, I'm here to reclaim the inheritance left by my father, and I don't have time to listen to your insults now, Grand Priest

You are highly respected, and I would like to negotiate a condition with you. ”

"Conditions?"

"It's very simple, just two. The young man said: "The west is still the life of the third prince of Chu." Order your men to leave the fortress, all of them throw down their weapons, and they can all leave, and I promise that my men will not hurt their lives, so weigh them well. ”

He pressed his sword against Chu Xuanzhao's neck and said in a low voice, "I'm curious about what will become of me if I absorb the king's breath for the third time?"

(End of chapter)