Caspian Sea. Eagle City.

"This is Lake Caspian Sea. Muchy said, taking the reins and stopping beside her, and the two of them stood together on the top of the ridge by the lake.

Mo Yimiao looked around, and the vast and empty plains stretched endlessly below them, flat and vast as far as the eye could see.

"Caspian Lake, Uncle Di, is it a sea or a lake?" Mo Yimiao asked curiously.

"It's a lake, maybe it meanders into the sea, but it's a lake. Moyidi replied.

Since calling Eagle City, Mo Yidi has often accompanied Mo Yimiao, who married here as the only remaining holy princess of the Seven Kingdoms, and she can't even have a warrior of her own by her side, which makes people laugh.

While acting as a personal guard for Mo Yimiao, Mo Yidi even began to learn the language of the nomads, passing words and translating for Mo Yimiao.

No one knew that Mo Yilei was there, and no one cared about this, and Mo Yimiao didn't want to know.

He had lived sixteen years under the fear of his brother's wrath of the True King.

The city lord of Wu Liang left Eagle City to return after Shan Yu's wedding, and was even willing to generously provide him with a mansion of his own, but obviously Mo Yilei didn't listen, he had great ambitions.

He was to follow Attila until he fulfilled his promise and gave him an army of iron cavalry. "If he dares to deceive me, I will let him know what it is like to awaken the wrath of the true king. Mo Yilei put his hand on the sword given by the city lord of Wu Liang and swore so.

The city lord of Wu Liang blinked when he heard this, and his mouth was still sweet as honey wishing his brother Mo Yilei that his wish would come true, and then set off alone to return to the nameless town at the end of the West Sea Desert.

At this time, Mo Yimiao and Mo Yidi stood side by side on the mountains near the shore of the Caspian Lake, not wanting to think of his brother, maybe he was not happy here, but whose fault was this?

The grasslands seen here are like a sea of green, from here to the east and north, the hills and mountains are gone, even the trees, cities and roads are gone, and the long blades of grass swing like waves when the wind is surging. "It's so green. She said.

"Now is the time for green," said Moyidi, "but according to the people here, every year when the flowers bloom here the mountains are dark red, like a sea of blood, and when the dry season comes, the whole world turns golden again." ”

"We'll just have to wait a little while and we'll see them all. Mo Yimiao said.

"There's also a huge forest of ghost grass here, you see there. Moyidi pointed to the northwest.

Sure enough, the forest and the mountains were mixed together, and Mo Yimiao didn't notice that the forest was dark and dark, and I don't know how many years it had stood there.

"It was a place of shadow on the shores of Lake Caspian Lake, where the locals kept to the tradition of forbidden entry, believing that the forest did not belong to them and that the trees were allowed to grow and wither. ”

"I don't see any mystery in the forest. ”

"This is all according to the locals, and it is said that those who entered the forest never came out again, so even the savage nomads stayed away, and they said......" said Moyidi, and paused.

"What else?" Mo Yimiao asked.

"They say that there is an ancient goddess of darkness in the woods, and that the nomads believe that the dark clouds of the goddess of darkness can cover the whole world, and that all life is coming to an end. ”

Mo Yimiao couldn't help but tremble when she heard this. "Don't talk about it," she said, "it's so beautiful here, and I don't want to talk about death." ”

"Yes. Mo Yidi was silent.

It was a perfect day, an eagle hovered high in the deep blue sky, the sea of grass rippled, sending bursts of breeze and grass fragrance, a round of red sun shining on the boundless grassland, sprinkling a trace of warmth on her face, Mo Yimiao's intuition was calm and peaceful.

She turned over and got on her horse, and the horse ran over the dangerous mountains, and Mo Yidi had to ride her horse to follow.

The slope was steep and full of rocks, but Mo Yimiao was undaunted, just like the silver pony under his seat, the horse galloped at a gallop, which made Mo Yidi secretly worried.

The pleasure of galloping and the risk of falling off her horse at any time made her heart flutter. My brother has kept saying that she is the only remaining princess since she was a child, but it is not until this moment that Mo Yimiao can understand it a little.

Life was not smooth at first, and the nomadic tribesmen rode horses much longer every day than in the world where their feet landed, and Mo Yimiao struggled to adapt to this.

She also tried to stay on the horse all day, but after two days, Mo Yimiao felt that her life was worse than death, her thighs were rubbed for a long time, and her skin was so peeling that her buttocks were scarred and bleeding, her hands were blistered by the reins, and her fingers could not bend, and the muscles of her feet and back were so sore that she could barely straighten her chest. After dark, she needs the help of a maid to dismount.

However, the night is not worrying. Attila had a fixed daily routine, and as on the day of his wedding, he ignored her during the day, and at night he drank and raced horses with his generals and warriors, watching women dance and men fight.

At this point in his life, Mo Yimiao had no say, she had to eat alone, accompanied by Uncle Di at most, and then cried and fell asleep.

But every day at dawn, Shan Yu would come to her room at the end of the day's routine, wake her up in the dark, and start asking for her.

According to the nomadic custom, he wants her to always be behind, and the process of asking her is like riding his own war horse.

Mo Yimiao was grateful for this, because in this way, her husband could not see her tearful appearance, and she could use a pillow to hide her crying in pain.

When he was done, Attila closed his eyes and began to snort softly, and their daily communication came to an end.

Mo Yimiao was lying next to her covered in injuries, unable to sleep in pain.

The days were repeated like this, and Mo Yimiao clearly knew that one day she couldn't bear it anymore, and even one night, she thought of committing suicide.

However, that night, after Shan Yu and her "communication" were finished, she had another dream in a trance, the dream was still endless darkness, dark lakes, dark forests, and she held the black staff given by her brother at some point, and the black staff glowed lilac in the dark, and the light became more and more abundant.

Mo Yimiao tried to embrace this light, let it devour itself, wash her, and nurture her. She felt her scars merge quickly, and felt her blood boil and evaporate, like a new life.

When Mo Yimiao woke up, Shan Yu was gone.

Strangely, her body seemed to be completely restored, intact. It was as if Heaven had heard her plea and had mercy on her misfortune.

Her personal maid was also surprised by this, and Mo Yimiao smiled back.

She took the little black stick out of the locker and decided to take it with her from now on.

From the moment she jumped into the Caspian Lake, the black ball began to flash with purple shadows.

This is the only relic of the Moyi family's thousand-year-old inheritance, and Moyi Miao knows that this thing is not trivial.

But no one knows the mystery of this thing, even if it is his father Mo Yitong, I am afraid he doesn't know anything. If only one of the Moyi family or his father knew about this mystery, his father and brother would not have died tragically, and the city of darkness would never have been destroyed.

Mo Yimiao didn't expect anything the black staff could do, but it seemed to give her the strength and courage to continue to face the difficult days, and that was enough.

Next to the staff is the coat that Uncle Di gave her, embroidered with the family crest of a black bat, reminding her not to forget where she came from, and she probably won't have the opportunity to wear it on her body in this life.

Mo Yimiao began to learn to fully accept life on the grassland.

With the protection of the black staff, it is getting smoother and smoother day by day. Her legs stood strong, the blisters broke and calluses grew, and her soft thighs became firm and bent like leather.

And the tens of thousands of iron cavalry warriors on the grassland, they are all willing to teach her riding skills, and one of the generals gave her a small silver full moon scimitar.

As the days passed, Mo Yimiao became more and more comfortable on the horse, and when riding a horse was no longer a torture, Mo Yimiao began to notice the beauty of the land.

Mo Yimiao even followed Shan Yu Attila on a short expedition, as they crossed the undulating Thar hills, passing through terraces and villages, where the inhabitants watched them uneasily from the stucco walls.

They waded through five wide, calm rivers and leaped across narrow, turbulent rivers with treacherous riverbeds.

Once camped beside a towering silver waterfall and then bypassed the ruins of a post-war dead city, the ghosts are still said to be wailing among the last remaining charred marble columns.

All living beings in the place where the iron cavalry passes must prostrate and obey, otherwise they will be killed on the spot.

After accompanying her on several expeditions, Mo Yimiao recognized almost all of Shan Yu's subordinates, and they respected and loved her.

Now, Mo Yimiao's silver pony carried her down the ridge, still unabated, and the horse ran through the depths of the tall, soft dense grass, like waves in a sea of grass.

Mo Yimiao slowed down her horse, and wanted to lie down in this sea of grass and swim, she turned over and dismounted.

The green waves completely submerged her, and the air was filled with the scent of earth and grass, mixed with the smell of horse sweat, and Mo Yimiao was pleasantly surprised to find that she was now almost indistinguishable from the locals.

Joy is always short-lived, and disgust is caught off guard.

Her brother Mo Yilei jumped out of there like a sandstorm in the sand sea, and rushed to her on horseback. "You're so bold!" he screamed at her, "how dare you hide from me?"

Mo Yilei jumped off his horse and fell when he landed. His face flushed, he struggled to his feet, then grabbed her and shook her violently. "Don't you forget who you are, your man still owes me an army of iron cavalry, do you know?

He couldn't stop calling at her. "You are not allowed to turn a blind eye to the true king, do you understand? I am the future emperor of the Seven Kingdoms, you can look at you again, and see what kind of virtue you are now!"

Mo Yimiao didn't look at it, she scattered her hair, and she was wearing a leather coat and painted shoulders unique to nomads, she looked like she belonged here, on the other hand, her brother Mo Yilei was still wearing the silk clothes and ring armor of the city people, and she was dirty.

For the first time in her life, she pushed him away.

Mo Yilei was stunned, his silver-gray eyes were full of disbelief. She had never contradicted him, she had never resisted him. At best, she'll just run away.

Mo Yilei's facial features were distorted, he launched all the "True King's Fury", no one wanted to stop him, he had to clean her up.

"Smack. There was a crisp sound.

The long whip burst through the air, making a thunderous sound. The whip wrapped around Mo Yilei's neck, causing his body to stagnate in the air as he threw himself at Mo Yimiao.

The whip slammed back, and Mo Yilei fell to the ground in response, his face twisted in horror, and the long whip was tightly wrapped around and he could barely breathe.

On the other end of the whip, a young nomadic warrior who rode in with the sound of the sound, followed by several cavalrymen, spoke loudly at Mo Yimiao, who did not understand.

"Your Highness Princess, the warrior is asking if you want to put him to death?"

"No!" replied Mo Yimiao, "I won't allow him to do that." ”

The young warrior understood the word "no", but he still did not let go of the whip, and said something.

"He thinks that someone has offended you, and you should at least order the offender's ear or nose to be cut off as punishment, and he is happy to do it himself." ”

"Tell him I don't want him to get hurt," Ms. Mo said.

Mo Yidi repeated a penny in the nomadic language, and the warrior on the horse shook the whip, and Mo Yilei rolled off the ground twice, and his neck finally broke free from the whip, leaving a deep, thin red mark.

Mo Yimiao turned over and got on his horse, looking at his brother lying on the ground, he inhaled loudly, his face was flushed, and he was sobbing and crying, full of pitiful insect appearance.

He'd always been a wretched creature, why didn't she find out until today?

Her sixteen years of fear came to naught.

"Tell the warriors to confiscate his horse. She whispered to Mo Yidi, who looked at his sister with his mouth wide open, unable to believe what he had heard.

You must know that in the nomadic people, people who do not ride horses are not treated as human beings, and their status is the lowest, without honor and dignity, or in other words, they are not even as good as horses.

"Don't!" Mo Yilei screamed, he looked at Mo Yidi and said, "Mo Yidi, help me beat her, I order you in the name of the true king to slaughter the barbarians who attacked me just now." ”

The nomadic warriors watching from the side couldn't understand what he was saying, and Mo Yilei should feel lucky.

Mo Yidi calmly and quickly made a choice between the siblings.

He shouted at the nomadic warriors, who laughed and took away Mo Yilei's horse.

It is a fact that in the future, Mo Yilei will measure this boundless grassland with his feet.

Mo Yilei was dumbfounded, and then sat heavily in the dust, sinking into the depths of the green grass, and everyone rode away.

"This is probably the biggest blow of his life. Mo Yi Di Zema said after talking to Mo Yi Miao.

"If he knew it, he should return to that nameless town for the rest of his life," Mo Yimiao said, looking back at Mo Yidi, "This is the best ending for him, isn't it?"

Mo Yidi nodded silently, "But I'm afraid he doesn't think so, and he won't do it." ”

"Then leave his fate to the god of darkness. Mo Yimiao pinched the horse's belly, and the pony was as fast as the wind.

And tomorrow, when the sun rises, this silver-haired young woman will be exactly sixteen years old.