The faint staccato sound of the flute sounded quietly in the dim night, and Azule stood alone on a small horse on the grassland, the familiar Shuofeng Plain.

The huge stars hung in the pitch-black sky of Hanzhou, dazzling, and the light emitted could penetrate the entire Shuofeng Plain, which stars floated with the wind, as if they would turn into a flash of rain at any time, smashing this plain that had existed for thousands of years.

The grass swayed in the wind, and the sound of the flute became more and more inaudible, and seemed to be far and unfathomable, making people suspect that they had heard it wrong.

Azul stirred up his pony and stepped onto the hillside.

This is the Shuofeng Plain that he is familiar with, but he is not alone, there are people everywhere.

The corpses of the dead rolled silently among the dead grass, stacked on top of each other, and the dark red blood gathered into a stream, ticking and flowing.

As the ponies crept through the corpses, Azul was afraid, but he didn't dare to speak, for fear it would wake up the dead.

Azule always felt that there was a silent gaze behind him, staring at him, but he looked back sharply, but there was nothing silent on the plain behind him, except for a white shadow jumping and flashing in the moonlight, like a snow-white deer running by.

The pony's shadow seemed to flutter on the moonlit ground, and he looked back to see that every hoof print of the pony was bloody.

Azul crossed a hillside with his horse, and he saw a thick fog, deep and invisible, and in the fog the carriage without horses was parked there, as if it had been abandoned.

The breeze blew the curtain of the car, and the thick red curtain kept fluttering, and the cold reflection was colder than the blade.

"Anyone?"

Azule gently patted the dilapidated wall of the car.

No one answered him, as if there was no one, and he slowly lifted the curtain with trembling hands.

The red satin brocade, dressed in shining beads, hung in the middle of the carriage, and the wind gently tinkled when the wind blew, and the woman in the big red dress hugged the child in her arms, and sat down on the side of the carriage with her head bowed.

A purple flute was in her hand.

The breeze blew away the long hair of her sideburns, and the strands of hair floated gently in the air, and the woman's tears fell on the flute, drop by drop, red.

"Grandma...... Grandma, I'm here to pick you up. ”

Azule stretched out his hand with a trembling cry, "Grandma, come with me." ”

He reached out to wipe the blood and tears from the woman's face, and the woman slowly raised her head following his voice.

Azul saw the familiar face, the face he had been thinking about for 30,000 days and nights.

The woman's eyes were weeping, and the tears were red and sticky.

She looked straight at Azule with a gentle smile in her eyes, and Azule couldn't help but want to retreat, but his legs were as weak as they had been ten years ago.

As if he had lost sensation in his legs, Azul suddenly found himself hanging from the wagon, his hands tied up with ropes.

The woman's body suddenly fell diagonally and slammed down on him like a stake, her cold face pressed against Asoule's face.

Her body trembled suddenly, countless daggers pierced her from behind, Azul's eyes were bloodshot, he opened his mouth and roared, but he couldn't make a sound, his fingers scraped on the floor, trying to arch and stand up, but he couldn't, his mind was blank only that scene.

There was only a glimmer of clarity in Azule's mind now, he was overwhelmed by anger, he suddenly felt nothing, as if in a dark darkness, there was only a glimmer of light.

He felt the coldness in his waist, and he remembered that it was his saber, the Great Cold.

The weapon his father had built for months of searching the snowfields, its cyan blade capable of slicing through everything in the world.

His whole body trembled, and there was a pain in his chest that almost tore him, as if he had been pierced by the slender dagger, as if there was a restless beast in his body, trying to break free from the shackles of his brain.

The blood rushed wildly with the heat in his veins, and the light was about to dim, and he knew he was going to be lost in complete darkness.

"Grandma!" Azule wanted to shout, but he couldn't.

"Abba!" No one answered him.

"Bao Yin!"

He felt a sense of rage and fear, and he felt like he was going to die, as if the assassin had rushed at him ten years ago.

For the first time in his life, he was so afraid, afraid that he would lose himself, afraid that he would die, and he was more afraid that he would never see some people again.

Grandma, Abba, Teacher Nalan, Baoyin, Tuoba, Heshu!

Their faces appeared in Azule's mind, and then disappeared.

The woman was held high in the air by a slender dagger, and her body spread out in the air like an ancient pattern.

Azul looked up and saw an indescribable smile on the woman in the air at him, tender and loving, reluctant and dependent.

The blood on the woman's chest hit his face dripping down, Azule roared like a beast, his palms were full of his own blood, he tried to hold his head high, grinning at the woman, he wanted to reach out and touch the woman's face, but he couldn't, he saw the moon in the night sky outside the window, the moon hook glowed as cold as a dagger.

"Ahh Grandma! ”

Azul sat up sharply in the tent.

Hollow echoes echoed around the tent, cold sweat soaking through the undergarment.

It turned out to be a dream.

It's not the first time Azule has had this dream.

He used to think that this was the guidance given to him by the Pantar Heavenly God, and that Grandma's revenge had not yet been avenged, and the Pantar Heavenly God was reminding him.

But tonight, as he slept in the tent of the enemy he had dreamed of with the blade, he dreamed of the familiar dream again.

"Grandma, I avenged your revenge, he died in front of me, I watched him die! I'll bring his head back to your honor!" You're waiting for me! ”

Azule sat on the bed, looking out the window at the moonlight like water, his heart was calm, and he muttered to himself.

"Someone's coming!"

"The old slave is here! What does the Son command? ”

Wearing a black fluffy coat, Azule walked to the middle of the tent, stretched out his hand to take the fire fold and lit the lamp and candle in the tent, and saw the light shining in the tent dispel the darkness, and then called softly to the outside of the tent.

"Chu Qiu'er!"

"The old slave is here!"

The people outside the tent heard that their own family was a little lacking, so they hurriedly opened the curtain and walked in quickly, with a look of worry on their faces.

"Adam, Tuoba! Where have those people gone now! When was the last time the accompanying shadow ledger was sent back? ”

Chu Qiu'er hunched over and approached Azule, with a pair of strong hands behind Azule's back, carefully using the strength of his body to warm Azule's tendons.

"It's already past Daze, calculate the schedule, it's almost time to get to Snow City!

According to the news that the shadow tent recently came back, the captives and slaves of the Helan Department were quite safe, and they didn't make any moths along the way!

Don't worry, the prince has already sent someone to greet him, so there must be no big incident! ”

Listening to Chu Qiu'er say all this gently, Azule couldn't help but nodded, and was silent for a long time but didn't speak.

"Shizi, what happened!"

Seeing that the little master didn't speak for a long time, Chu Qiu'er's expression moved, his eyes lowered slightly, and he asked tentatively.

"I just dreamed again, it's still that dream! I think grandma is urging me! ”

Azule let out a long sigh, as if he was about to exhale the depressed breath in his chest, leaned weakly on Chu Qiu'er's round body, his eyes were empty, and he said in a low voice.

"Then, which master generals will the old slave urge, let them count and sort out the goods as soon as possible, and escort the Helan captives back to the ministry?"

Hearing such a tired look from his own son, Chu Qiu'er was also very sour for a while, and couldn't help asking.

"Three days, the order goes down, and they should have three days to pack up and escort the prisoners!

Three days later, except for a part of the soldiers who stayed behind to garrison Helan Wangcheng, all the other troops returned to the tribe! I will see the White Wolf King Banner fluttering in the wind in my Shuofeng King City within fifteen days! ”

"Yes! Shizi! ”

Chu Qiu'er saw Azule's resolute face, and knew in his heart that he couldn't persuade anymore, so he had to change his face, raise his hand and salute to claim yes, and slowly withdrew from the tent to announce the prince's personal order!

"Your Highness, look!"

Hundreds of thousands of troops were surging like a tidal wave, and Azule rode his horse to the front, when suddenly a rider beside him waved his sword and pointed forward.

Azul looked up, and there was darkness in front of him, and he couldn't see anything in the rainy night.

When you look closely, there seems to be a faint light and shadow flickering, like the only remaining flame in a rainstorm.

But suddenly the one point of light suddenly became two, as if someone had lit a second torch with it.

Two became four, and four became eight.

Until the number of points of light is too many to count, it seems to be connected to the sky in an instant.

In the boundless darkness, such a fire light turned into a group of fires, spreading rapidly like the wind, like oil splashing on the grass, and countless torches were constantly lighting up new torches around them, reflecting the whole dim sky in a fiery red.

In the darkness, the silhouette of an endless army is emerging, and the banners of white wolves are raised high in the rainy night.

"It's them, it's our people, it's the people of the Thirteen Cities!" Some generals roared excitedly.

Azul rode his horse slowly, straightened up, and walked towards the growing firelight.

When he was only half a mile away from the big array, suddenly there was a chorus of shouts from the big array.

"Snow City is here to welcome the prince back to the department!"

"Dingbei City is here to welcome the prince back to the ministry! ”

"Shuofeng City is here to welcome the prince back to the department!"

"Osawa Castle came to welcome the prince back to the department"

…………

"The Kohler family has come to welcome the prince back to the ministry!"

"The Suoda family has come to welcome the prince back to the ministry!"

"The Zuo Jin family came to welcome the prince back to the ministry!"

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The eyes were full of Shuofeng's people, all Shuofeng armorers in armor, they looked excited, whistling, roaring, and beating their chests.

They looked at the young man who was alone in front of the battle, and that was their king!

The arrogant smile returned to Azul's face for a moment, and he suddenly slapped the horse's back, swept across in front of the big array, raised his right hand, and shouted loudly: "Shuofeng! Shuofeng! Shuofeng! ”

Wherever he rode his horse, the torches in the darkness would be lit, and as he galloped, it was as if the entire Hanzhou grassland was on fire, and the wild shouts were from south to north, and three hundred thousand Shuofeng Iron Riders were following behind his horse.