"And then?" Xia Ruobing is more concerned about the outcome of this war.

The undead warriors were finally tired, they could not cross the lines of the River Styx, they cut down trees, slaughtered the animals in the valley, and crossed the River Styx by all means, but they failed, a rainstorm drenched their black armor, their movements became more and more sluggish, the low temperature made them wail, after the first snow of winter, the valley was dotted with ghostly fires, and the undead warriors gathered around the fire, singing songs in a sad tone that people could not understand, and the cold wind blew the songs across the River Styx......

Xia Ruobing thought of the wind blowing in the valley every night, and the quiet tone intertwined in the air.

A fire in the winter turned the tide of the war, the valley was filled with terrifying cries, the fire swept everything, the armor on those undead warriors burned, they were wrapped in flames and roared towards the River Styx, trying to break through the people's defenses before they were burned to ashes, their bodies blocked the river, but they still failed, the fire burned everything in the valley to ashes, and it took half a month to extinguish, and the people finally had the courage to cross the River Styx, and came to this black valley, and people followed the winding canyon, Trying to follow the trail of the undead warriors, the stone walls are carved with their spells, and we feel the resentment in those spells...... We smashed it, and the last of the undead warriors gathered around the king in his splendid clothes, the warriors were naked and wrapped in black leather armor, their bodies were steaming in the bitter cold, they roared fiercely and desperately at the people, waving the long knife in their hands, the king held the red bloodstone and unfurled the yellow spell scroll, he was about to summon more undead warriors, but the people interrupted his ritual, and the grieving king fell down the cliff, leaving bloodstones on the edge of the cliff, and the remaining undead warriors fled back to the mountains of the east, And those who remained in the canyon and could not go back, turned into ghost-faced skeletons, singing sad songs in the cold wind night and night, waiting for the next summon......

"Bloodstone......" Xia Ruobing asked.

"Bloodstone with magical powers...... The root of human sin ......," the High Priest said slowly, heavily.

"Where is it now?" Xia Ruobing felt that her heart was beating wildly, and this was the crux of the matter.

"It does not belong to the human world, and along with the scroll of the spell, it is sealed on the Peak of the Dead...... May those vicious souls rest in eternal peace...... But we were wrong......"

The verdant canyon never recovered, it turned black, the clear Styx also turned black, people no longer dared to put their souls into the Styx, the people who chased the undead warriors stopped at the peak of the undead, they stood on the high mountains and looked out, and farther to the east were more peaks, that was where people could not set foot, that was the territory of the undead! Forbidden area for humans! There were people who tried to pursue the undead warriors who entered, never returned, and people never dared to enter this canyon again, but 200 years later, the drums of war were beating again in the canyon, and the army of the undead was assembled again, neighing war horses, spears like forests, black clothes and black armor war horses, hideous skull masks spewed the flames of hell, their king held aloft the golden scepter, the bloodstone of the scepter blocked the sun, and the sky was as dark as blood! Summoned by the Bloodstone, a steady stream of undead warriors came from far east, they crowded the canyon and swept everything like a tidal wave, and before the poor people could react, they were trampled by the army of the undead, who crossed the River Styx and stepped over the villages, and groups of brave warriors rushed to the battlefield from afar to face death, and they charged at the army of the undead! The vulture wings of the sky obscure the sun, the gluttonous feast that is about to appear on the battlefield, and the undead warriors deftly churn on horseback, and no one can stop their hooves and arrows raining down! Sharp scimitars, sharp spears tore through the brave warriors who dared to stand in their way, and huge battering rams crushed the fortified castle to dust......

"Yellow Peril!" Mr. Min exclaimed.

This passage is undoubtedly about the yellow peril that made ancient Europe talk about discoloration! After years of conquest with the Han Empire, the Huns were roughly divided into the Southern Xiongnu and the Northern Xiongnu, the Southern Xiongnu and the Han Alliance, and slowly integrated into other ethnic groups in the long history of the future, but the Northern Xiongnu disappeared, and there was no record in history, 200 years later, a group of people on horseback appeared on the European land, they called the Huns, and also called the Yellow Peril by the Europeans, although there is no evidence to prove that they are the Northern Huns who disappeared in history for 200 years, but many people believe that they are the descendants of the Huns, They crossed the border between Asia and Europe and went all the way to the west! The most accomplished Hun is undoubtedly Attila! He has a resounding name that makes Europe tremble - the Whip of God! God sent him to flog the rotten Europeans, all the kings hated him to the bone, and all the priests trembled at the sight of his name! He besieged Constantinople, captured Ravenna, the capital of the Western Roman Empire, his territory from the Aral Sea in the east, to the south of the Atlantic Ocean in the west, to the Danube River in the south, to the Baltic Sea in the north, all the kings and chieftains in the territory fell to his knees and trembled at his feet and called the tribute, in the Battle of Chalon, the Roman Empire and the Visigothic allies finally stopped the pace of Attila's expansion, but this battle paid a heavy price, the Visigothic king Theodoric was killed in battle, and the proud Roman Empire was broken. The glory of Julius Caesar can never be restored, yet the man who claims that "the land trampled by the iron hooves of the Huns will not grow a single grass!" However, in 453 A.D., the Huns fell apart and disappeared from history once again on the wedding night of their bride Idic......

"They mourned the dead warriors with blood...... They never shed a tear...... The River Styx has henceforth been called the Black River, and among the rolling waves are the souls of the dead, who are waiting for the king's call to throw themselves into war once again......" The High Priest looked at Mr. Min with cloudy eyes, as if he knew what Mr. Min was thinking.

There is no record of where the Huns crossed the Eurasian border and swept across Europe, could it be that the Gorge of the Dead was the route of the Huns' attack?

"Those who are looking for the Ghost Scepter, you have to ferry your souls to cross the Black River......," the High Priest said slowly.

"Okay, let's assume that the Huns set out from the Valley of the Dead for the time being, but what's the matter with that scepter?" Chen Badai couldn't hold his breath and asked.

"The king found the bloodstone and the spell and summoned the undead warriors...... But 700 years ago, a group of people returned, and they protected the scepter and returned it to the Peak of the Dead......"

"You mean, the Ghost Scepter is at the Peak of the Dead?!" Dick became excited, and it seemed that someone from the Poseidon had escaped and sent the Ghost Scepter back here.

"They never came back...... But the soul has returned home...... After a long wait, someone will release the souls of the dead, and release us...... We have waited another 700 years......" said the high priest slowly.

"High priest, I don't mean to be offended, but you know...... Is it already the 21st century? Chen Badai spoke again.

The High Priest smiled mysteriously and spoke slowly, "Children from the mountains, you will be the one to get the scepter...... But you've got to ferry your soul...... It's always been like this...... It's always been like this......"

Chen Badai now understood what the high priest meant, if he wanted to cross the Black River and enter the Valley of the Dead, he had to ferry his soul according to their rituals, so as not to become an undead warrior after he died......

"This military fortress ......," Wang Xingguo hesitated and asked.

"After the army of the dead disappeared, the undead returned to the east, waiting for the call of the next king, we could no longer afford it, and built this fortress, three hundred years of toil, five generations of efforts, but the army of the undead never appeared again...... They sang to us night and night across the black river, indignantly waiting for the release of their souls. ”

Wang Xingguo had to admire the tenacity of the people, in this harsh place, to build such a fortress, these undead guards have grown old here from generation to generation, just waiting for an army that never knows if it will appear, Attila's hellhorsemen have imprinted them with indelible memories, and the fear from the east has traveled through 2,000 years of history, regardless of the earth-shaking changes that have taken place outside the mountain, these dedicated people still guard this desolate canyon......

"Ha, well, at least we know that the Ghost Scepter is on the Peak of the Dead...... As for what hell warrior, the whip of God...... They have long since disappeared. Dick was very happy.

"Descendants of the Hellwarriors, why are you so happy?" The High Priest's cloudy eyes slowly turned, sending Dick shudder.

"I'm sorry High Priestess......" Dick quickly apologized.

"Go, descendants of the Hellwarriors, children from the mountains, beautiful princesses, eagles with flapping wings...... Go ahead...... Soothe the souls of the dead and let them rest in peace......," the High Priest muttered, his voice getting deeper and deeper.

“HAT？！ What do you mean that I am with them? Dick cried out, "I'd rather give my soul to the devil than to this traitor!" ”

"Huh?!" Tchaikov shrugged his shoulders, he was accustomed to Dick's anger, but arguing on such an occasion only proved that he was uneducated.

Tchaikov cut a piece of bacon with a knife and looked at Dick with slanted eyes, which seemed to Dick to be undoubtedly provocative!

The high priest turned a blind eye to the sabre-rattling of the two, and he lowered his head as if he were asleep.

Dick stuffed a mouthful of black bread in his mouth, so as to suppress his anger, in the face of the descendants who betrayed his ancestors, how could Dick find a reason to cooperate with him to find the Ghost Scepter together?

It was as if the sleeping high priest muttered to himself, his hand stroked the golden scepter, and after a while, he raised his head leisurely and opened his cloudy eyes: "...... Go ahead...... to soothe their souls and let their restless souls rest in peace...... It's time for it all to end......"

Dick felt that this old stubborn was simply unreasonable, he seemed to know their relationship, and even knew Dick's ancestors, but didn't this stubborn old stubborn old stubborn not know that it was impossible for him and Tchaikov to work together?

Mr. Min pulled Raddick and told him to shut up.