If there is anything that can cause trouble to a prince, it is that the poor prince has an older brother, and an excellent one!

This question began to bother Mo Yilei when he was only six years old, the second prince of the Mo Yi family in the Dark City, and his clothes were embroidered with a black bat emblem.

Whenever his brother returned victorious, the band would play triumphant music, and the pavement was paved with loess early and sprinkled with water to prevent smoke and dust.

The father and mother will personally go out of the city to greet them, the sea of the Xiangguo will hold mellow wine, there will be people and officials kneeling on the streets, and the elder brother will wear black armor and black helmets and hold a black war hammer and ride a black horse, like the god of war from the dark world.

People like him, officials love him, and Mo Yiyan, the crown prince of the Moyi family, is like the banner of the Dark City for thousands of years, and is the inviolable patron saint of the entire Dark Empire.

The carriages of the Seven Kingdoms and the small princes and lords begging for marriage flowed endlessly, stepping through the threshold of the inner court, and they all brought portraits of their own girls and rich gifts.

How could it be that the bat king Mo Yitong blew his beard and glared at the portrait full of cases? It's not that he didn't look at it, but it was impossible at all.

The Moyi family is a dark family from ancient times, in order to ensure the purity of the bloodline, they only intermarry within the clan, and Moyi is married to his cousin Moyishuang, the mysterious inheritance of the Moyi family as a family secret history is never said to outsiders, and there has never been a dementia fool.

How could Mo Yiyan marry a woman with a foreign surname as his wife? The child born like that could only be broken into thousands of pieces as a wild seed!

When the young Mo Yilei hadn't yet understood these truths, he thought, what kind of woman in this world can be worthy of his brother?

Sooner or later, my brother will reign in the world and become the emperor of the Dark Empire, what kind of woman will my brother like?

Whenever Mo Yilei dragged his snot and ran around the court, his brother Mo Yiyan would quietly lurk behind him, and then raise him high with both hands, Mo Yilei kicked his feet to express strong resistance, and shouted loudly: "Let go of me, I'm not a child anymore." ”

The elder brother laughed, even the servant next to him secretly laughed, how much this bothered the little prince, and the elder brother would also give him a gift, a huge gem, or a delicate golden sword, even so, Mo Yilei still thought that his brother was unforgivable.

The eyes of his parents and everyone are focused on his brother, leaving him a runny child and no one cares about him at all, even if he sneaks out of the palace for half a month, his parents will not notice, it must be like this!

At Mo Yilei's eighth birthday party, he silently made a wish: The dark god is above, how good it would be if I didn't have this brother! Of course, he would not tell anyone about this wish.

When he witnessed the fall of his elder brother Mo Yiyan and the realization of his wish, eight-year-old Mo Yilei once suspected that he had killed his brother and fell into deep fear.

It was when the coalition forces attacked the Dark City, Mo Yilei watched from the tallest tower of the Dark City, he was not tall and put on a wooden bench, his young age made him not feel much about war and death, only for fun.

In the clearing far away from the Dark City, the collision of black war hammers, golden battle axes, and silver maces shook the valley and shook the earth.

Mo Yilei felt the vibration in the towers far away, and he silently cheered for his brother!

However, Mo Yiyan, the god of darkness, fell, and the golden battle axe slashed him in the chest, and the silver wolf fangs struck him in the back, and then Huang Fuxiong cut off his head and threw it at the coalition army, who threw his brother's head and shouted loudly, this cheer resounded through the dark city, and the defenders were terrified.

He had never seen his brother fall, not even a single failure.

"No! no!" Mo Yilei cried from the tower.

The coalition forces then attacked the city like a tide, and the Moyi royal family was in chaos with Mo Yiyan's death, and his father Mo Yitong began to arrange for the Black Blood Guard to escort Mo Yilei and his mother who was pregnant with Liujia to escape.

His father said to him, "Emperor, you are the only remaining hope of the Moyi family, and if the god of darkness blesses you, your mother will give birth to a girl, and you will marry her." ”

"What!" Mo Yilei's eyes widened, "Marry my sister?"

"Kid, there's no time to explain, you don't have a cousin anymore," the sound of fighting outside stirred Mo Yitong's mind, "Uncle Di will explain it to you later, by the way, bring a black wooden staff." ”

After his father finished speaking, he stuffed Mo Yilei with a black cloth wrapped in black cloth, which was light in weight, like a burnt wooden stick, and a black ball at the top.

"Father, won't you come with us?" Mo Yilei asked with tears in his eyes.

"No, child, father can't go," Mo Yitong realized that this was the only chance left for the child to say a few words.

"Emperor, everyone has his mission, troubadours and storytellers will praise and sing about this great battle, my father's mission is to coexist in the city, besides, I still have to accompany your brother, right?"

Mo Yilei's tears flowed, "Don't cry, don't cry children, you can't cry, do you know your mission?"

"I know, I'm going to plant the black bat flag in every inch of the Seven Kingdoms!" Mo Yilei replied categorically.

"Okay!" Mo Yitong finished speaking, and arranged for the black blood guards to escort the mother and son out of the city.

Uncle Di is the leader of the Black Blood Guard, Mo Yidi, who wears a black cloak and the same black iron mask, and has a unique skill that looks like a ghost.

Escorted by five hundred black blood guards, there were less than 100 people left to break out of the encirclement, and Mo Yidi even turned his men and horses into blood red, and led the team to escort the carriage to the west with a ghost-headed broadsword.

"Mother, where are we going?" asked Mo Yilei, snuggling up to his mother.

"Go home. Mo Yishuang was pregnant with Liujia and had gone through such a bumpy ride, and her body was so weak that she could only reluctantly answer.

"Isn't our home in the Dark City?" asked Moyidi.

"No, child, cough, cough, we are not people from Middle-earth, the ancestors of Moyi conquered that land a thousand years ago, but it is not our home, count our family has not been home for a thousand years, cough, cough, it's time to go back. ”

After a group of horses galloped like lightning, after galloping for seven days and seven nights, an endless desert blocked the way, the West Sea Desert, known as the cemetery of death.

The horse team couldn't pass through, everyone had to stop their horses, Mo Yishuang walked out of the carriage with her stomach up, this Mo Yi family woman was extremely weak, looked up at the endless sea of sand and said, "No, we will definitely be able to pass, Mo Yi's people led the dark army through this death cemetery a thousand years ago, and now, his descendants have returned, we will definitely be able to pass." ”

"Your Majesty, we need to prepare camels, plenty of water, and a guide. Moyidi said.

"Camels, water, Lord Commander, how long will it take you to prepare these things, not to mention that we are being hunted by the Seven Kingdoms, where are we going to find this damn guide?" Mo Yishuang asked as soon as she changed her empress demeanor and almost roared.

"That's ......," Moyidi couldn't answer.

"Mo Yidi, tell me, what is the motto of the Mo Yi family?"

"Blood sacrifice," Mo Yidi said with a sudden awakening, and his legs knelt at Mo Yishuang's feet, "Queen, this must not be, absolutely not." ”

"Why not," Mo Yishuang looked down at Mo Yidi's weeping face, and gently wiped the tears on it with her hand, "Don't cry, my child died on the battlefield, my husband coexists with the city, now, it is my mission to come, I will sacrifice my blood to find a way out for Mo Yi's descendants." ”

"Your Excellency," nearly a hundred black-blooded guards knelt down and shouted loudly, "Please sacrifice with our blood!"

"Hehe, you, you are all good men of my Mo Yi, but your mission is to protect the prince, as well as your future princess, not to mention, you are not qualified to sacrifice you," Mo Yishuang looked around at the black blood guard and continued: "Remember, you princess, the child in my womb, her name is Mo Yi Miao. ”

I saw Mo Yishuang go down, whispering softly in Mo Yidi's ear, the wind and sand swept by, no one knew what she said, but after seeing Mo Yidi listen, his fists beat his chest and beat his head, and the seven-foot man's iron-clad man cried loudly.

Mo Yishuang said lightly to Mo Yidi: "You must do this, because this is your mission. ”

Mo Yishuang gently took off her hair cover, letting the waterfall-like black hair drift away, she took out the short knife from Mo Yidi's combat boots, and untied the placket of her upper body, Mo Yidi stopped crying, and shouted: "Black Blood Guard, Dharma Protector!"

Hundreds of black-blooded guards stood on the human wall in a circle with their backs to Mo Yishuang, and Mo Yishuang's head was exposed, his hands were raised above his head, and he walked with strange steps.

Mo Yilei stood by the carriage and watched in horror, he didn't know what was going to happen, but he was trembling, he wanted to rush to his mother, but his legs didn't obey him at all.

Mo Yishuang said in his mouth: God of Darkness, I sacrifice with blood, pure Moyi's blood, please listen, and guide the way out for Moyi's descendants.

With each recitation, he slashed himself with a short knife, first on the forehead, then on the left arm, then on the left arm, then on the left leg, on the right leg, and then again in order.

Slowly, like a writhing horrible bloody man, until he was exhausted and fell to the ground with a bang.

The moment he fell to the ground, the wind and sand suddenly rose.

Mo Yidi had already rushed forward and shouted, "The queen is about to give birth, you protect the prince to go to the shelter." Mo Yidi picked up the bloody Mo Yishuang and rushed into the inner room of the refuge cave first, and the two black guards guarded the door.

The inner room of the refuge cave was quiet, and only Mo Yidi could be heard sobbing softly, Mo Yilei wanted to rush in to see his mother, and the two black blood guards stood like a rooted boulder, allowing Mo Yilei to punch and kick.

Outside the cave, a tornado swept black sandstorm covered the sky and the moon, as if this sandstorm was not owned by the human world, but came from a distant ancient or epic era.

With the ghost crying wolf, it is like a dark god descending on the world, shaking everything in the world.

"The princess is born!" Mo Yidi rushed out of the inner room, holding a bloody baby in both hands, and the room full of black blood guards fell to their knees.

The princess didn't cry, she opened her mouth and smiled slightly, Ren is an iron-blooded man like Mo Yidi who is not afraid of life and death is also frightened, holding the baby and kneeling down, this smile is too familiar to him, and the corridor wall of the Dark City is carved with such a smile.

Mo Yilei was about to rush into the inner room to see his mother, but was dragged by a black-blooded guard, "Let go of me, let go of me, I want to see my mother." ”

"Your Royal Highness, the Empress has passed away and can no longer be let of you. Mo Yidi said with his hands on the child's shoulders.

"Why did my mother die, is it because of her? Mo Yilei pointed to the baby in Mo Yidi's hand and said.

"Of course not, the queen died as a sacrifice, and this baby is your sister, your future queen. ”

"No, no," Mo Yilei said in horror, "I don't, I don't want to marry her as queen." ”

It's time to tell him the truth, Mo Yidi thought to himself, "The Mo Yi family has always intermarried within the clan for the sake of the purity of the bloodline, and your sister is probably the only royal woman of the Mo Yi clan." ”

"What bloodline is pure, and why is bloodline?" Mo Yidi asked, crying.

"Your Royal Highness, only pure Moyi's blood can be sacrificed," Moyidi said.

"Sacrifice, no, no, I don't want to sacrifice, I don't want to sacrifice. Mo Yidi's body trembled slightly, after all, this was an eight-year-old child.

The room was silent, only the sound of the wind and sand whirring outside and Mo Yilei's miserable cry.

The black sandstorm shouted all night, and the dawn stopped, and the black blood guards dug up the sand and soil that filled the entrance of the cave, and walked out one by one, and the people who came out stood in place in a daze, and Mo Yilei also walked out with the help of the black blood guard, and also stayed in place.

The West Sea Desert, known as the boundless graveyard of death in front of them, started from where they stood, and was blown out by the black sandstorm, blowing a straight path.

The road leads to the end of the sea of sand.