When he knelt down, no matter what others thought, they could only kneel down and make a vow.

The golden people swore a heavy oath, and as soon as the oath of this day was issued, the golden people belonged to a clan and belonged to a patriarch to lead.

It's not as divided as it used to be, and it's important to focus on each race.

Jin Yang looked at the person kneeling in front of him in a daze, pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Okay! I, Jin Yang, became the patriarch, rest assured, my Jin Yang will not let people exterminate our Jin people in one day! ”

"Jin Yang!" A Maha warrior rode up from below on a wolf, and without caring to look at the people in that place, he shouted, "The Rouran people are here!" ”

"The Rouran people are here?"

The golden people who came out to see were surging, and a few of the people who were kneeling on the ground raised their heads uneasily and looked around.

"Patriarch, let's fight!" Jin Meng looked up and shouted.

The battle in the Divine Forest was lost, and that was because there were several times more Rouran people than them.

Now they can also gather three or four thousand warriors, how can they fight together.

"The defensive line we set up below has been breached." The warrior took a breath before he uttered the second sentence.

The faces of Jin Yang, Jin Meng and the others changed.

The ancestral land is dangerous, there is not much vacant land on it, the houses are all given to the old and the young, and the rest of the place is also given to ordinary people and people of other races.

The warriors of the Maha tribe were divided into three places by Jinyang.

In two of them, defensive lines were set up below according to the topography.

Everywhere, there are a thousand people.

Thousands of soldiers, plus there are dangers to defend, are actually broken!

"Patriarch Jinyang, you guard the top, and we will go down." The empty cat jumped to his feet, beckoned, summoned his mount, and prepared to charge down.

"How did they get here? With such a big fire, our people can't escape, how can they get by! A Lingshan man shouted.

The empty cat's footsteps paused, and he turned around and said sharply, "What do you mean?" ”

"Wind." Patriarch Lingshan stretched out his hand, stopped the others from speaking, slowly stood up, pointed to the sea of fire and said, "You see, the direction of the wind has changed. ”

When Jin Yang looked back, he saw that the red in the distance had stopped spreading to this side, and the flag planted on the stone had also turned around and blew in the northwest direction.

"The direction of the wind has changed, it is no longer blowing in this way, there is already a fire there, and after some places are burned, the wind will not blow again, so that there will be a road." Patriarch Ling Shan said excitedly: "Patriarch, I'm afraid, some of our Jin people can escape." ”

But when he escaped, he happened to meet the Rouran people!

"Yes, someone escaped, and the Rouran people were chasing after them." The messenger shouted.

"Let's go." Jin Yang didn't hesitate any longer, and with a whistle, he summoned his mount, the Giant Wolf King, and didn't wait for the rest of the people to gather.

Riding the Giant Wolf King, he flew directly over the barrier made of stones and rushed down.

The empty cat followed.

Behind him were Jin Meng and the rest of the Maha warriors.

"Everyone, we can't look at it, they are the last hope of our Jinren, everyone, help anyone who can help!"

The old man in the distant mountain roared, and the rest of the people also moved.

There wasn't much else on the ancestral land, there were enough stones, and some wood that they had just cut down to build a house.

Even the women and children also helped to move the big rocks and wood to the front.

With a knife in hand, they gathered behind the stone beach.

A top-down look.

There is no grass on the rocky beach, and the view is excellent.

If you have good eyesight, you can see the figures fighting together in the forest below.

It didn't take long for the warriors of the Maha tribe to escort a group of people and began to retreat.

There were wounded warriors in the group, but more of them were golden men covered in black and ragged clothes.

Someone shouted, and rushed down to help the men.

The patriarch of Lingshan couldn't stop it, so he could only stomp his feet to block the others, and said: "Go down if you have the strength, don't go to make trouble if you don't have the strength, the children will go up, and the woman will hurry up, go up to boil water, and pick up the injured!" ”

Before the people running down from above reached the front, they heard the warriors below shouting, "Go back quickly!" Go back! ”

"Run! Rouran people are so fierce! Unstoppable! Hurry up, hurry up, go away! The golden men, who had been burned so hard that they couldn't see their faces, also shouted.

"Don't worry, Jin Yang will definitely be able to block it!" The man who ran down looked at the battle situation below, and said very proudly: "Look, if you had believed in Jin Yang earlier, how could you be like this, come, I will help you." ”

There weren't many Rouran people attacking, but it was just following behind a group of fleeing golden people that there was a breach in the defense line below.

Now that Jin Yang is leading people down, he will block those Rouran people at once.

He greeted the golden men.

There were also hundreds of those gold people, and all of them were burned to the point of black charcoal, and they couldn't see their original faces.

It can only be judged by the weapons in the hands of some people that it is a warrior.

When the men crossed the rocky beach, the Lingshan patriarch shouted, "Warriors go down and help!" The wounded come here. ”

"Let them rest for a while, watch this burn." A woman from the Yuanshui tribe brought water and said with sympathy.

"The burning is also deserved, if you had listened to Jin Yang's words earlier, how could it have come to this point, now our soldiers are desperate below, why did they come up and be lazy?" A Maha woman shouted.

"Oh, don't talk about this at this time, come on, kid, I'll wipe it for you." The woman of the Yuanshui tribe took a handkerchief and dipped it in water, and wiped it on the warrior's face.

She used a lot of force, not only wiping his face, but also the hair on his forehead.

A strand of blue hair was exposed.

The woman was stunned, but the man had already sneered, and suddenly got up, twisted the woman, and put the weapon in his hand against the lady's neck.

"What are you doing?" The woman screamed.

But before the voice fell, she was dumbfounded, and her neck had been severed.

The golden men who had been helped up the mountain had already risen one after another, drew their weapons from under their clothes, and stabbed at the people next to them.

The soldiers who escorted them up had turned around and were about to go down to support, but when they saw this, they immediately turned around and fought with those people, and at the same time asked people to go down and ask Jin Yang for help.

When Jin Yang rushed back with people, there were not many soldiers left, and there were dead Jin people on the ground.

And the weapons of those fake gold people are hanging on the necks of some elders.

Under the fight, they were covered in blood, their faces were hideous, and on their raised heads, a pair of different-colored eyes carried a fierce killing intent.

"Jin Yang, put down your weapons, or I'll kill them first." A big man with a scimitar against the neck of the old man of the Yuanshui Tribe, said coldly.

"Don't!" As soon as the old man of the Yuanshui Clan screamed, he was choked back by the pain in his neck.

Jin Yang bit his lip, his hands trembled, and the mace in his hand was about to fall.

But he was held by the empty cat at once, and said coldly: "Can't let it go, Jin Yang, let it go, we'll really be finished." ”