An Murong was about to blurt out the words and slowly withdrew them, and An Guijia turned to An Murong again, "Your battle plan will not change, your task is to transport fuel into Lan Clan City." And my plan is not to hijack Niutel, but to attack the sword storehouse, An Murong There is another task after you complete the task, that is, to kidnap Niutel. ”

An Murong nodded reluctantly and said, "Yes, father." ”

An Guijia then faced Buyi Lingyu, "My mission is to attack the military camp. Before An Guijia could speak, Buyi Lingyu picked up.

An Guijia pursed his lips and smiled, and he gave a thumbs up for having such a tacit understanding, "Smart as you. He boasted, "With the Lost Soul, it may seem easy to attack the barracks, but you have to be careful, after all, there are about 30,000 people in the barracks of Newtel!." ”

"I know. Buyi Lingyu nodded, "We can hit the road." With that, they mounted their horses one after another.

An Guijia sat firmly in the saddle and tightened the reins, "Ji Weng's feat is very clever, whether he wins or loses this war, he has the advantage. ”

"That's right. "I thought I could take these weapons back with my team, but he never thought that we would have something more powerful." If we can't win this war, he can pretend to be completely ignorant of the seizure of swords and weapons with Newtel. It can be seen that he is betting that we can win this war, and this arsenal and military camp deployment map are enough for him to regain a firm foothold in the position of Fengwei City in the future. ”

"Well, it's left and right, and he's done something that doesn't offend people. An Guijia smiled, looking at the unfathomable grassland ahead.

As they walked the six pillars of incense, heavy black clouds pressed against them, but it was very difficult to walk when the carriage was sometimes bogged down in the mire. These perennial roads are covered with moss, and even if there are horses ahead, three or five people must push the cart forward vigorously to walk slowly. Otherwise, the place full of mud and sand and swamps would not be able to cross, and the caravan would travel even more slowly, and the hour of the six incense sticks had not traveled more than thirty miles.

After walking for a day and a night, by the early morning of the next day, the mud in front of me was gradually shrinking, and a pine tower forest gradually emerged, and in front of me was a path with countless small bends, which seemed to be full of rugged mountain roads and hills, and rolling mountains appeared everywhere. The swamp and peace behind them had faded away from them until there was no end in sight.

"We've arrived. Buyi Lingyu said with a long sigh.

"There are still more than forty kilometers ahead to reach Lan City. Anguiga dismounted and said to Yangil, "You can take your men into the city." ”

"Hmm. When he agreed, he turned and walked away.

"Yangil. An Murong called behind him, looking at him suspiciously, "Take care." He said simply, but his mood was extremely complicated.

Yan Jir nodded, and his team of more than four hundred people had already walked in the direction of Lan Clan City one after another.

Bu Yi Lingyu saw Yan Gil walking away, he went to see the Father Tree in front of him Song Talin said, this forest in front of him called the Tree of the Divine Tree, every time he thought about it, he would feel a little heartache, but now in front of him, no matter how elegant his demeanor was, he couldn't pretend to be indifferent.

Seeing this, he stopped his horse, still looking at the cloth feather and staring at the distant Songtalin, with a sad expression. So he frowned and arranged for Gu Qi beside him, "Order all the teams to rest in place and wait for us to come back." ”

Bu Yi Lingyu frowned and came back, without making any move, An Guijia knew that this order was just right for him, "Since you have come here, you must always mourn the brotherhood of the past." He thought to himself, then turned to Buyi Lingyu and said, "Come in with me for a walk?"

Buyi Lingyu nodded, and a gust of wind passed, and his black hair was blown up and sprinkled on his cheeks, making the whole person reveal a deep sadness and sadness. An Guijia kicked the horse, and the horse walked forward, and the cloth feather followed.

They dismounted through a dense wood, tied their horses to the ground, and climbed up one slope after another. The snow melted and some were slippery on the road, and they walked very carefully. When An Guijia saw the sacred tree from a distant place that could only be hugged by ten people at the waist, his whole body felt emptied. He didn't dare to go any further, he felt trembling with every step, so he simply stopped, and the sound of his rapid breathing had drowned out the sound of the breeze.

"I don't need to go to the Father's Tree anymore. Anguiga said, "It's meaningless, let's go and see my eldest brother's grave." Buyi Lingyu nodded impatiently, and Anguiga turned around, and they went down the hill, mounted their horses, and ran towards Holchi's graveyard.

On the grass at the top of the mountain, the tombstone still stood there, the grave was overgrown with weeds, the tomb had collapsed from the towering tomb soil and was extremely short, and the cloth clothes and feathers looked at the words on the tombstone, and did not dare to breathe for a while. "My king----, I have come to see you. He knelt down, his face pale, "Please forgive me for not having time to save you back then, but I saved the prince, I saved the only lifeline of Fengwei City, fifteen years, the prince is fifteen years old this year, he looks very much like you, he looks very naïve, but he already has a king-like demeanor, just like you back then." ”

An Guijia's tears almost slipped down, he endured it, and pinched Bu Yilingyu's shoulder, "Don't blame yourself, my eldest brother still has to thank you, if it weren't for you, the prince would have died in that war, and it was you who left the last lifeline for Fengwei City." ”

"Yes. Cloth Feather stood up, "We still have Prince Snow, our tribe is coming back soon." He pinched his breath for himself, "Don't worry, king, after fifteen years of preparation, and with the help of King Anguiga, I must personally cut the throat of Niu Ter, to pay tribute to the dead souls of the Fengwei City family, and when the war is over, I will carry Niu Ter's head and bring the prince to see you." ”

"That's right. An Guijia sighed and agreed, "No matter what the price is paid this time, I will no longer care about the brotherhood with Newtel and let Newtel get out of the castle alive." I vividly remember dying in that war, and if it weren't for Newtel, you would all be alive and well. ”

Buyi Lingyu looked up indignantly at the distance, and that direction was where the Lan Clan City was located, "We can go to the king." He urged, seemingly impatient.

Anguiga turned and walked forward, and the horses ran roaring through the woods, and they caught up with the group, and everyone was already asleep, some leaning against the carriage, some leaning against the trees, and some lying on the grass. An Murong sat on a branch of a tree and closed his eyes to recuperate, holding a withered yellow weed in his mouth and circling it in his mouth. When he saw An Guijia and Buyi Lingyu coming, he straightened up and spat out the grass in his mouth on the ground.