Everyone thought that Attila had only suffered a minor injury, but he was dying.

In his life, Attila has killed too many people, burned too many cities, destroyed too many civilizations, and conquered any place where the Iron Rider could set foot.

He is the whip of God, the shepherd of heaven.

Now I can only lie on the wooden plank of the altar and wait for death to come.

The pharmacist has used all the methods at his disposal, and there is no improvement in the slightest.

Mo Yimiao has been sleepless for several days, dragging her clumsy body to work day and night. Not only do you have to deal with complicated military affairs temporarily, but you also have to take care of your dying husband day and night.

Tens of thousands of troops had to stop their eastward march and stay in the burned town of the Ghost Fang Clan.

"I'm afraid that Shan Yu's injury is beyond the power of man. The pharmacist said resignedly.

"What do you mean by that?" Mo Yimiao's red eyes glared at him, "Can't you see that?" These are just ordinary common trauma. ”

The pharmacist shuddered, not daring to continue.

Moyidi stood beside him. For many days, thanks to him, many things prevented the army from rebelling, but many of them had fled, and they went in search of a new Shan Yu.

The nomadic tribes do not have the honor of the Seven Nations clans, they only follow the strong.

"Your Highness Princess, let him finish his sentence. Moyidi said.

Mo Yimiao didn't speak, just nodded silently.

The old pharmacist was bold, "If Shan Yu's illness is unable to return to heaven, I think, is it, is it ......" He still didn't dare to continue.

Mo Yimiao looked at it with cold eyes.

The medicine man stretched out his sleeve to wipe the sweat oozing from his head, "Perhaps, maybe it can only be with the power of ghosts and gods." ”

"What are you talking about, what kind of ghost and god power?" Mo Yimiao didn't understand.

"As far as Xiao Lao'er knows, the Ghost Fang Clan has the power to summon the undead, and it can be brought back to life. The old pharmacist said. Their altars were not burned, and there may have been priests among the tens of thousands of captives. ”

Mo Yimiao listened to the pharmacist's words, and looked at Mo Yidi with puzzled eyes.

Mo Yidi didn't speak, he from the Seven Kingdoms had always believed in these things, thinking that they were all deceptive tricks.

Attila's allies, Bayar, saw a glimmer of hope. "If there's no other way, I think we can give it a try," Bayar stepped forward to Mo Yimiao, "Your Majesty, thanks to you, one of the women you saved the day you entered the city was a priest. ”

"Oh, how do you know?" asked Mo Yimiao.

"She has a tattoo of the Black Moon on her wrist, which is the sign of the priesthood here. Bayar glanced at Shan Yu, who seemed to be sleeping for a long time, "And there are three circles outside his black moon tattoo, which is obviously of a very high level." ”

"Alright then, but I won't allow her to hurt Shan Yu again," Mo Yimiao ordered Bayar, "go and bring that priest." ”

A moment later, Bayar brought with her the fat woman who Mo Yimiao had a slight impression. At that time, she was the only one who expressed her affection for Mo Yimiao.

"Can you save Shan Yu?" Mo Yimiao asked her.

"Yes, noble lady, the Ghost Fang clan can make a deal with the Grim Reaper, and we can save him. The fat woman said.

"Then what do you need?" Mo Yimiao was slightly puzzled, but she had to give it a try, "Can you start now?"

"I need a life, noble lady. The fat woman said lightly.

"Life?"

"It's life, we make a deal with death, life for life. ”

"Is one horse okay, ten?" Mo Yimiao asked in horror.

"Giggle...... "Giggles," the fat woman bent down with a smile, her face showing an eerie expression, "It's human life, ma'am." ”

"You see if my life will work," Attila's ally guard, Batu, glared at the fat woman, "You can take my life, but don't try to play tricks." ”

"Whose life you want is up to death, and you just have to agree. The fat woman looked around at the altar, "Do you all agree to your life?"

"Agreed. ”

"Yes. ”

Whoever the fat woman's eyes fall on, she nods in agreement.

Finally, she looked at Mo Yimiao. "Madame, what about you?"

"You can start," Mo Yimiao nodded and asked, "When will you be able to revive him?"

"If all goes well, maybe tomorrow at sunrise. The fat woman told her, "You can call me Mora, the Mora priest of the Onifang clan." ”

"Well, Priest Mora, I'm waiting for your good news. If my husband has an accident or doesn't wake up, you know the consequences. Mo Yimiao looked at Attila's allies, "You take care of this place, and nothing that can move is allowed to go out." ”

The Allied Guard nodded and deployed.

Mo Yimiao dragged her heavy and sleepy body out of the altar.

That night, Mo Yimiao slept for the first time since she came here.

But it is nightmares, and the dreams are dark and boundless.

She walked in a long hall with a high stone arch above it, dark and chaotic, and the cold wind whizzed through nowhere. Through the darkness, she saw a door far ahead, vague and small because of the distance. She quickened her pace, her bare feet leaving blood marks on the stone slab.

Ghosts lined the long hall, dressed in the costumes of the Moyi kings, holding pale flaming swords in their hands, and their eyes were the colors of opal, amethyst, night pearl, and emerald. "Quick!" they shouted, "Quick, run!"

Mo Yimiao had no choice but to pull out her feet and run, and every time she landed, there were clouds of black mist. "Run!" the ghosts shouted in unison, and she followed with all her might, lunging forward.

The pain was like a sharp knife, slicing through her palm, and black mist rushed out of her palm.

She ran through the long hall and slammed the door open, only to fall into a cliff that saw a misty forest as far as the eye could see.

This is a familiar and unfamiliar forest, a forest that no mortal has stepped on for thousands of years, and a misty forest overgrown with ghost grass.

What she saw was a tall man wearing the Moyi family crest, wearing pitch-black armor, riding a war horse of the same color, holding a black war hammer, but in the narrow eyes of the helmet, only a cloud of black mist could be seen.

"Are you, are you brother Mo Yiyan?" she asked dreamily.

"The Last True King," Mo Yimiao heard an echo, but she didn't know where it came from, she looked around, and when she turned back, the man in black armor disappeared, and she could still hear the voice. "The last, the last. ”

After that, for a long time, the pain, the hot and tumbling black mist in the body and the whispering stars covered the entire heaven and earth.

She woke up suddenly, why did it hurt so much? She felt as if her body had been torn to pieces and put back together. "I want to ......"

"Yes, Queen," said him, "you are going to be born, and the prince of the tribe is going to be born." Then she ran out and shouted.

When people came in twos and threes, Mo Yimiao was dragging her big belly and crawling on the ground, reaching out to grab the black stick, Mo Yidi took the stick to her, and Mo Yimiao hugged it tightly in her arms.

When Mo Yimiao was put back on the bed, Mo Yiyan had already reacted strongly in her stomach, and she moaned in pain again and again, feeling that liquid was flooding the entire bed.

"Adults, you must turn away. The midwife said to Mo Yidi and the others.

Mo Yimiao weakly saw Mo Yidi's departing figure, and she immediately fell into the primitive war of the first motherhood, and after a tragic battle, he was relieved and fell into a coma.

When she opened her eyes again, a ray of golden sunlight was shining through the smoke vent on the top of the tent.

Mo Yimiao endured the pain and forced herself to sit up, although there was a brief period of dizziness and pain in the depths of her legs, she felt that her strength had recovered.

The maid heard the noise and hurried to her. "I want water," she told him, "and I'll get me a glass of water, and Attila." How's Attila?" she asked, her voice trembling, "is he ......?"

"He's still alive. Qi Qige replied quietly, but as she spoke, Mo Yimiao noticed a dimness in her eyes, and as soon as she finished speaking, she hurriedly ran to get water.

"Where's my son?" Mo Yimiao saw Qiqige bring water, "Why didn't I see my son?"

The maid lowered her eyes. "His Royal Highness, he ...... He didn't make it. All that remained in her voice was a terrified whisper.

As soon as Mo Yimiao's hand was released, the water cup fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and shards splashed everywhere.

My son is dead?" she thought, stunned.

Somehow, she seemed to have a premonition, and the strange smile of the Mora priest of the Ghost Fang clan flooded into her mind.

She knew she should cry, but her eyes were dry to ashes.

She has suffered too much and shed too many tears.

The little black staff was in her arms, as if feeling the sorrow of her master, and she was constantly infused with the power of darkness.

Suddenly, when Mo Yidi and the allied guards took Mora into the tent, Mo Yimiao sat on a backrest seat.

"Your Royal Highness, your body is so weak and needs to rest. Moyidi said.

"Weak, Uncle Di, I'm in good health. Mo Yidi looked at the group and asked, "Tell me how my son died." ”

"Honorable Madam, you know that life for life. Mora looked at her indifferently and mercilessly, "You agreed, once the Reaper contract is signed, it cannot be changed." ”

"You're saying that the Grim Reaper in your mouth chose my child?" Mo Yimiao asked angrily.

"I'm afraid that's exactly what happened. Mora replied.

"I'm going to see my kids. Mo Yimiao said.

"No, Your Highness Princess, no, don't look at it. "I've buried him." ”

"You were born a monster," Morat said Moyidi. Although Mo Yidi was superior in martial arts, Mo Yimiao understood that the priest was more powerful and cruel than him at this moment, and it was even more unimaginable danger. "The whole fetus was deformed and twisted, he was covered in scales like a lizard, his eyes were blind, and he had a short tail on his buttocks. As soon as I touched him, the flesh fell off the bones, as if he had been dead for years. Honorable Madam, your child is like coming from hell. ”

"You made a deal with my child with the Grim Reaper!" Mo Yimiao controlled her mind to calm herself, if it came to this, she had to face reality.

"No, ma'am, I'm just the middleman, and your consent is key. Priest Mora said.

"I've paid the price, I've paid for my children," Mo Yi said as he got up from his chair, "where are the others Attila? I'm going to see what my son's life has been paid for?"

"As you wish, noble lady. Mora said, "Come with me, and I'll take you to him." ”

Mo Yimiao was far weaker than she thought, and Mo Yidi reached out to wrap his arms around her and support her to stand. "Your Royal Highness Princess, there will be time in the future. He said quietly, as if there was something unspeakable.

"No, Uncle Di, I'm going to see him now. ”

Accustomed to the dimness of the tent, the world of outsiders is bright and terrifying. The sun scorched the earth like a fireball close at hand, and the scorching ground was cracked and hollow.

Dozens of horses wandered listlessly in search of that little bit of grass, in addition to a handful of tents and sleeping bags. In the distance, there are women doing their daily chores. Several rickety old men, with tired eyes open, stared at the clear blue sky stupidly, weakly driving away the blood flies. If you count carefully, there are only about a hundred or so people, and there are only so many people.

The camp that used to be full of 40,000 iron horsemen is now only wind, sand and dust.

"Where are the tribe's iron horsemen?" Mo Yimiao asked in a lost voice.

"Shan Yu, who cannot ride a horse, is not worthy of being followed by iron horses. "The people of the tribe only follow the strong, Your Highness the Princess, and I'm sorry that I can't keep them. The generals of the tribe have each taken away men and horses, and now there are probably more than a dozen Shan Yu in the grassland. ”

"The old men are all left," said Bayar, "and the cowards, the wives and the sick men, and the sworn guards, we will not leave." ”

"Where's Aloleaf?" Mo Yimiao hurriedly asked, remembering the first frightened girl she had rescued at the gate of the Ghost Fang Clan.

"Gertai took her away, and he is now the Allies of Ulhan Shan Yu," said Bayar, "and he rode her on a horse, and then he gave her to his Shan Yu, and then after Ulhan Shan Yu had seven pleasures, he gave her to the other Guards, and he had six in all. When they were done, they cut her throat. ”

"Queen, this is her life. Meng Wei Buhe said.

"It's her tragic fate," Mo Yimiao said, "but Gertai's fate will be even more tragic." I swear by the gods of the steppes and the gods of darkness, and I swear by the name of Mount Bell, that before I dispose of them, Gertai and Uli Khan will beg me to grant them mercy as they have done to Aroyah. ”

"Uli Khan is now the new Shan Yu, and he has taken with him nearly 20,000 iron horsemen. Moyidi said.

"What about me?" Mo Yi Miao said, raising her head, "I am the descendant of the Mo Yi family, born in the Black Sandstorm, a descendant of the conquerors of the Seven Kingdoms, and the only descendant of the True King. I swear to you that these traitors will sink into darkness forever. Now, take me to Attila. ”

Attila lay on the smooth red sand, looking at the sun.

There were a dozen bloodflies parked on him, but he didn't seem to notice. Mo Yimiao swept away the flies and knelt beside him. His eyes were wide open, but he couldn't see her, and she knew he was blind. When she whispered his name, he still seemed to turn a deaf ear.

The stab wound on his chest had healed completely, and the scar was gray and red, looking terrible.

"Why is he staying here alone in the sun?" Mo Yimiao asked everyone.

"Your Highness the Princess, he seems to like the warmth of the sun," said Moyidi, "and his eyes move with the sun, though he can't see at all." He can walk, and as long as someone takes him, he will follow, but that is all. If you put food in his mouth, he will eat, and if you put water on his lips, he will drink. ”

Mo Yimiao's gaze became dark and cold, and she stood up and said to Priest Mora, "Great wizard, this is the husband you gave back to me?"

"He survived," Mora said, "and you wanted his life, and you paid for it." ”

"For people like Attila, it's not life at all. Mo Yimiao said emotionally, "He wants to ride a war horse and gallop on the grassland, he wants to laugh and drink spirits, he wants to ride a horse to meet the enemy with a full moon scimitar in his hand, and the bell rings in his hairline." And not like this, like walking with the dead. ”

Priest Mora did not answer.

"How long will it take for him to become what he is?" Mo Yimiao asked, maybe time would heal all this.

"Wait until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. "When the sea is dry, and the mountains fall like dead leaves in the wind, when the stars do not twinkle in the night sky, when there is no more living thing in the world." My noble lady, he will be the same as before. ”

"Hahaha......" Mo Yimiao laughed loudly, everyone's scalps were numb, and it took a long time for her to stop laughing, and she was already in tears, "You all stand down, I want to talk to Priest Mora alone." Mo Yimiao gestured for everyone to stand back.

"You know," Mo Yimiao spoke after everyone left. No matter how much pain she felt in her heart and body, anger gave her strength. "You know what I'm going to get, and you know what the price is, but you still make me pay. ”

"They burned our city and killed all the strong men. Priest Mora said calmly, "They have angered the supreme god of the Onifang clan, and he deserves it." ”

"The gods wouldn't do such a thing," Mo Yimiao said coldly, "You deceived me and murdered the child inside me. ”

"Maybe you're right, your child can't ride a war horse anymore, and lead the Iron Horseman to destroy other kingdoms. ”

"How can you do this, I saved you!" Mo Yimiao said bitterly.

"Help me?" Mora said, smacking Mo Yimiao, "I was being violated by three men, and when you rode by, the fourth one was inserting into my body. How are you going to save me? My home has burned down, and there are piles of human heads everywhere in the streets. I still have in my mind your warriors wielding their whips and turning our children into slaves, and they weep in a trembling voice. Tell me, what did you save?"

"I saved your life. ”

Mora smiled heartbroken, "I've repaid you, and I've saved his life." Let you understand what life is worth when everything is gone. ”

Mo Yimiao was speechless for a long time.

Her heart was not at peace, maybe this priest Mora had her own reasons, maybe this priest no longer cared about life and death, but none of this could alleviate her grief and pain.

Mo Yimiao summoned Buhe, the most ruthless of Attila's allies. She pointed to Mora and said to Buhe, "Take her far away and send her to her death." I want her to die with fear in her eyes, her body to suffer all the pain that this world can have, and her wailing to make the demons of hell tremble, and her soul will never rest. ”

Buhe looked at Mora with murderous eyes, lifted her neck with one hand, and lifted her out.

Mora's face flushed, and she watched Mo Yimiao let out a tearing laugh.

The Allies led Attila into Mo Yimiao's tent, who ordered them to fill the bathtub with water.

She bathed him herself, washed the dust off his arms and chest, wiped his face with a soft cloth, soaped his long black hair, and smoothed out the tangled knots until it was as black and shiny as she remembered.

She led him into the night.

Memories of the first union accompanied her.

The tribesmen believe that all life events should be borne witness by the heavens.

She told herself that there was power in this world greater than hatred, and that there was magic that was older and more true than the priests.

The night sky was dark, the moon was hidden, and there were endless stars shining overhead.

There are no soft lawns to welcome them, only hard, dusty sand, bare rocks.

Although there were no breezy woods and babbling streams, Mo Yimiao told herself that a few stars in the sky were enough. "Attila, remember," she whispered, "remember the night we were married, when we were united for the first time in the prairie. Please think about it and come back to me. ”

Attila, however, was unconscious and did not speak.

Mo Yimiao sat opposite Attila all night.

When a bleak dawn appeared on the hollow and desolate horizon, Mo Yimiao finally knew that he had lost him forever.

"Wait for the sun to rise in the west and set in the east. "When the sea is dry, and the mountains fall like dead leaves, when the stars do not twinkle in the night sky, when there is no more living life in the world." ”

Can't come back.

Mo Yimiao found a soft pillow full of feathers in the tent, hugged the pillow to her chest, and walked back to Attila.

She knelt beside Attila and gave him an affectionate look.

Then cover his face with a pillow.