Twelve horses galloped on the official road of Yan Kingdom, and the knights on the horses were haggard and frosty. The horses under the crotch also looked tired, but the knights cared for horsepower at all. Still desperately urging the war horse under his crotch, he galloped north frantically.

Nie Bao is an old servant of the Lu family, and he also followed Lü Buwei to the north back then. This time, led by Murong Xing's entourage, it was even faster. Nie Bao carried a lacquerware wooden box behind him, which contained Murong Xing's head. The purpose of this trip was to return the head to Murong Tuoba, the king of Donghu.

Along the way, I encountered many checkpoints, and the token of the Great Qin Prime Minister's Mansion was still somewhat powerful. No matter if you encounter the sentry posts of Wei, Korea, or Zhao and Yan. All of them are unimpeded, and the Shandong countries were just found all over the land by the Qin State University last year, where do they dare to offend the Great Qin, the real power of the Xiangbang Lord, at this time.

ran to those places in South Korea, and Nie Bao even asked the Koreans for horses and supplies. Now the war horse under the crotch is the mount of a Korean general.

A few horses died along the way, and Nie Bao forgot about it. I just know that every day when I run until my ass is not my own, it is much more comfortable. Many times, even the crotch work. It's all numb, and whether it can be used in the future is still a matter of words.

Galloping all the way finally came to the Donghu realm, and when they arrived here, it was the world of Murong Xing's two entourage. They kept looking for the deer stone, and quickly approached the old camp of the headquarters.

The Donghu people are different from the Huns, although they are also nomadic people. But they seem to be a little more civilized, and every winter they go to the old camp in the mountains. There are wooden houses built there to protect you from the cold and keep warm. You don't even need to burn cow dung or anything like that, you just have to walk around the mountains. They would pick up countless dead branches, and they wouldn't even have to cut down trees. Just by picking up dead branches, you can survive a good winter.

The old forest is a dangerous place, and it looks as unremarkable everywhere. But if you really walk in, you will find it scary. The howling north wind shook the dry branches and crackled in the air. The cold wind quickly passed through the branches, making a sound like a ghost crying. Listening to it, it makes people's hearts palpitate.

And that's not even the most dangerous, endless old woods. If there is no one to lead, you will definitely get lost. Passers-by who lost their way in the forest can only be exhausted to death, starved to death, and even eaten alive by wild beasts. Beneath those corrupt dead branches, there may be a white-flowered skeleton staring at you with black eyes.

In the old forest, there is a thing called a big smoke cannon (this is the name of later generations, and I really don't know what the dragon king was called at that time.) The top is covered with dead branches and leaves, but the bottom is a mud pool. It's over with one foot, and the more you struggle, the faster you sink. Until there is no top, the dead branches and leaves come back together, as if nothing has happened.

Not to mention the rope traps laid by the hunters, Nie Bao saw a man who fell on a tree. It was obvious that he had stepped on the noose, and he couldn't get down. I don't know how long I hung on it, judging by the extent of being pecked by crows. It should have been at least a month ago!

After two days in the forest, Nie Bao finally came to the old camp of the Donghu people. The Donghu people who spend the winter are different from the Huns, and the Donghu people are widely distributed in the vast large and small Xing'an Mountains when they spend the winter. In most cases, only three or five families live on a hill. At most, there are only a dozen households, and they are scattered around the Donghu Royal Court.

King Donghu occupies the largest part of the mountain forest, and his wooden house is located on one side of the cliff. As soon as you go out and turn a corner, you can see the lush cedars. The sun rises in front of you, and the earth is trampled underfoot. All around him were his subjects, all of which inspired Murong Tuoba's ambition.

Donghu has been dormant in this land for too long, and the tribe's people need larger and richer land to feed themselves. The beautiful Xing'an Mountains couldn't give them this, and Murong Tuoba was already tired of eating mountain mushroom and tiger meat. Even the flying dragon bird, he was tired of eating. It's still good for the Chinese people, there are countless rice and wheat in the fields. Herds of cattle and sheep graze on the hills, and every household has an endless supply of food. Those yellow, orange and orange grains were like gold, and they shook Murong Tuoba's eyes.

Whether it is the old steward or Murong Xing, they are all spies. Listen to the reality of the Huaxia clan all the way, as long as there is a chance for his 200,000 Donghu army, he can rush into the Huaxia territory in one fell swoop. First the Yan Kingdom, and then the Chinese Kingdoms. He wants to be the king of the Chinese people, just like standing at the pinnacle of this world today.

Murong Tuoba finished his hysteria and came down from the cliff. It is estimated that it was not lightly frozen, and the green snot flowed down.

"King, Mushan, they're back." Murong Tuoba patronized and sniffled, not caring about the expression of the manager.

"Hmmm! Got it. Murong Tuoba tidied up his fur and walked into the wooden house with a pace.

The wooden house occupies a large area, and the ground is made of solid rocks. It is covered with a woolen carpet and a bronze lamp inlaid on the wall. On each lamp, a large candle of butter is burned. The wooden house is illuminated and there is a natural stone platform opposite the door. A table and a chair were placed on the stone platform, and a huge tiger skin was spread on the chair. The tiger's head was at his feet, and he looked fiercely at the person who walked in at the door.

Murong Tuoba looked at it, and there were more than a dozen people in front of him, in addition to Mu Shan under his command, there were also some Huaxia people he didn't know. Murong Tuoba's heart tightened, if there was nothing particularly important. Mushan will not take the Chinese people to break through the mountain gate, the mountain is an obstacle for the Donghu people, and it is also a barrier for the Donghu people. How can you bring Chinese people in at will?

And they had a weathered face and a haggard look on their faces. The soil on the robe was an inch thick. It can be seen that they are in a hurry to rush back. Murong Tuoba had an ominous premonition!

"I've seen the king!" When Mushan saw Murong Tuoba, he immediately gave a salute, and Nie Bao saw Mushan salute. Although I don't understand Dong nonsense, I can see it at a glance. The old man in front of him with gray hair and stubble on his face is the famous King of Donghu, Murong Tuoba.

"How did you guys get back? Who are they? Where is Xing'er? Murong Tuoba asked three questions in a row. Mushan suddenly knelt down, and without saying anything, he directly handed over a lacquerware box.

Murong Tuoba instinctively felt that the contents of this box were not ordinary, and pushed the guards away. Reaching out and opening the box, inside the box was a piece of white silk that seemed to be wrapped in something. Murong Tuoba opened the white silk and shook violently. Then he drew the guard's sword and stabbed it deadly at the wooden mountain.

"Poof......!" The bronze sword pierced Mu Shan's shoulder, and Mu Shan clenched his teeth so that he didn't scream. Murong Tuoba was originally going to stab Mu Shan in the chest, but the sword in his hand changed his mind. Once the matter is clear, kill this useless thing.

"What the hell is going on? Say! Murong Tuoba was like a roaring mad tiger, and the huge roar shook the snow on the eaves.

"His Royal Highness the Prince was killed by Yunhou of Great Qin, and Yunhou is the master of Pingliang City. The old steward was also locked up by him. I heard that Yun Yue has fed the leopard. Mushan endured the pain and explained the matter briefly.

"Ah......h Murong Tuoba screamed miserably, and his body fell backwards. Fortunately, there were many guards around him, so he didn't let King Donghu fall.

When Nie Bao saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel worried in his heart. It seems that this errand is not easy to do, and if it is not good, it will be killed by this Murong Tuoba who is immersed in the pain of losing his son. I looked left and right, and now I couldn't get out. Murong Tuoba's guards had already filled the huge wooden house to its brim. Not to mention going out, one is not even the end of being chopped into mashed meat.

The hand slowly moved away from the hilt of the sword, stopping the nervous men who were about to draw their swords. Now is not the time to be a hero, and everyone who angers this king of Donghu has to die.

After a while, Murong Tuoba came to his senses. Ordered someone to hold the lacquerware box over, and looked at it again, and the old tears immediately flowed. With a wave of his hand, he ordered someone to take Murong Tuoba's head away.

"Let's all go down, Mushan, you and those Huaxia people stay for a while." Murong Tuoba sat on the tiger skin with a shriveled expression.

The guards in the hall put away their swords and bowed slowly out.

"How did Xing'er die, tell me 1510. Otherwise, you will all stay and bury my star. "Murong Tuoba actually spoke fluent Huaxia. This surprised Nie Bao, stabilized his mind for a while, and then said, "King Qiqi, here's the thing. Nie Bao carefully described the incident to Murong Tuoba Zai, of course, it was inevitable to add fuel and vinegar in the process.

I have to say that Nie Bao is a good storyteller, using extremely concise language to sadly accuse Yun Yue of how brutal he is, and the kind-hearted Prince Murong Xing is not afraid of power and would rather die to fight. finally died at the hands of the furious Yun Yue, and before he died, he was still shouting: "For the tribe!" ”

Yun Yue brutally stabbed him in the chest with a sword, and shouted in a low voice: "For the alliance!" ”

Nie Bao raised his hands and roared in a trembling voice: "Demacia! (uh...... Celebrate the Warcraft premiere! ）

It was also interspersed with how Lu Buwei fought against the great demon Yun Yue, and experienced a bloody storm. did not snatch back the body of His Royal Highness Prince Murong Xing, so he had to cut off his head helplessly.

Because he was speechless in the face of his old friend, Lu Buwei didn't want to eat. He went on a hunger strike for an hour to show his inner grief and beg for forgiveness from his old friends. If an old friend intends to attack Pingliang, Lü Buwei will help as much as he can.

ps: The dragon king shouts again, monthly pass! Pass! (To be continued.) )