Yu Lie stood at the top of the Tower of the Revenant.

The short and brutal battle was over, and the tower was full of corpses, and the corpses lying on their backs had a unique appearance of death, all with a look of disbelief on their faces, and they didn't know whose hands they died in until they died, and where these people came from. When Yu Lie appeared in front of them with twenty-eight dead soldiers as if falling from the sky, they were like rats fleeing in a panic, and they forgot to resist. Thanks to the two sentinels who peed on the edge of the cliff, if it weren't for the wine they hid under the tree, Yu Lie and the Dead Warrior, who had just climbed up from the Thousand Blades Cliff, would not even be able to hold their swords steadily. Fortunately, the Great God of Haotian finally had a trace of mercy for Yu Lie, and left him such a small urn of wine, so that it warmed their bodies, otherwise, the corpse lying now may be himself.

A hundred dead men followed him as he braved the wind and snow to climb the cliffs that were difficult for birds to cross, and now only twenty-eight remained, and the remaining seventy-two fell like frozen pieces of paper, dead without a whole body.

At this moment, as the victor, Yu Lie stood at the top of the sentry tower with his hands behind his back, right in the eye socket of the huge bull-headed skeleton, his face was very white, whiter than those snowflakes fluttering outside the tower, his eyes were no longer blood-red, but black and red, looking like a pair of strange eagle eyes, the old wound on his right chest was faintly painful, the pain that pierced his heart made him stay absolutely awake, he could hear the middle-aged lord's cattle-like gasps, the soldiers' lowered footsteps, and the strange sound of the bloody iron sword grinding against the corpse, and the wailing of the horse under the tower.

From the eye sockets of the bull-headed skeleton, the snow-capped world was solemn and mysterious, and the snowflakes were like fluttering butterflies and tattered giants, filling everything and burying everything in the white body. Far away, you can't see anything in the distance, it's like a confused and unknown tomorrow. In front of them, the soldiers were cleaning the battlefield, they were looking around for something to warm up, maybe a bowl of residual wine, maybe a piece of dry wood, maybe a piece of animal skin, they gathered them, carefully placed the wine bowls, and piled together the animal skins that had been stripped from the Beidi warriors who had died for thousands of years, ready to start a fire in the tower. The middle-aged lord scolded and walked to the stable, led the horse that had been neighing, and plunged a sword into its neck, and red blood shot out. The two soldiers knelt in the snow, holding the iron helmet and then sprayed out the plasma, the steaming horse blood poured into the cold iron helmet, making a "hissing" sound, even from such a distance, Yu Lie could hear it, and he could see that a few precious traces of horse blood deviated from the trajectory and shot into the snow, the blood melted the snow, and was soon swallowed by the snow again.

It's a cold world, and it's all about survival.

The slave lord calmly looked at the flying snowflakes, the resolute facial contours, and the cold eyes. A month ago, when he was preparing to evacuate from the Xunri Fortress, the two things of the defeat of the Chu and the fake Chaoge Qingqi were like birds with wings, which spread all over the land of Zhongzhou overnight, and the unanimous and premeditated plan was vividly reflected in this matter, Yu Lie no longer dared to hesitate, and immediately led his troops to withdraw from the Xunri Fortress and advance in the direction where Yanjing was located.

"Haha, it's falling, it's falling."

A crazy voice drilled into his ears, no, it grew in Yu Lie's heart, but it was shouted by the old blacksmith who had fallen into madness, and to this day, he still remembers, the bloody sunset shrouded the fortress of the Ten Sun, and as soon as they walked on their front feet, the old blacksmith climbed the city wall with his hind feet, and in that bloody light, he held a wooden stick, stretched his hands to the sky, and shouted loudly.

The fortress that never falls, it has long since fallen, and since it has learned to intrigue and betrayal, its existence is nothing more than a big joke.

The time has come to beat the water dogs, and the self-conscious lords of the Yu Kingdom have long known that these fake Chaoge Qingqi are very rich, they have just sold two thousand slaves, there are five carriages stuffed with sword coins, they have good war horses, good armor, and even the material of those turquoise dazes is also excellent, peel them off and change the color and pattern, and they can form a powerful army in an instant. So the rebellious lords went out, red-eyed and chariot-ridden, and stopped themselves in what they thought they had to go. However, Yu Lie did not take the Yongyan Avenue, they fled east and west, as if aimlessly, but they brought death along the way, and the vulture-like lords could not understand their movements, and when they saw them, death had already come. Blood stained the armor red, and the beating heart red, the desperate slave lord and his men brutally tore apart everything they could see. They were like wounded tigers, spilling blood all over their bodies, but still roaring wildly.

Cannibals are always eaten, and that's because they underestimate their opponents and overestimate their own strength. However, the tiger also has times when it is tired, and when the blood runs out, it also closes its blood-red eyes.

When will that be? Tomorrow? Or now?

Yu Lie didn't know, he only knew that he was an outcast, and the remnants of the soldiers who followed him were also outcasts, they were ruthlessly abandoned by Yan Guo, and they couldn't see the dawn and glory, they could only see the ugly death. And how ridiculous it all is, exactly the same as it was ten years ago, they all want me to die.

Oh my God.

Am I a fool?

Do you all think I'm a fool!!

The blood was frozen, and so was the anger and sorrow, and the slave lord gritted his cold teeth and looked around at this merciless world, his chest ached uncontrollably, but he no longer trembled, and the anger in his heart was silent, like a mountain that had accumulated a thousand years of ice and snow.

Suddenly, he remembered a sentence, the bird flies back to its hometown, and the fox must die. Where is my hometown? If I die, where shall I lift my head? Will there be Xiao Yu's singing voice there? What about my birds? If it flies around, will it become someone else's dead soul? Firefly, if I die, don't be sad, I said that I will talk to you for the rest of my life and will never leave you.

Forever, forever, that's not a damn lie.

"Drink some horse blood and warm up."

The middle-aged lord walked towards Yu Lie with an iron helmet filled with horse blood, the iron helmet was covered with an animal skin, he uncovered the animal skin, the horse blood inside was still steaming, he cracked his mouth and smiled at Yu Lie, the smile was so haggard, his eyes were full of confusion and a trace of deep worry after being frozen by the wind and snow.

Yes, they are all brave and fearless warriors, and now they are in chaos, and I can't mess up, I have to bring them back, they deserve glory, and not be eaten by those filthy vultures.

Yu Lie took the iron helmet containing horse blood, took a big sip, wiped the blood from his mouth, and poured the blood of the horse into his stomach, as if a fire had been burned.

The chariot gave the horse's blood to the soldiers.

The soldiers drank the horse's blood in silence, one sip after another, and after drinking the blood, they did not even dare to breathe, they closed their mouths and snorts tightly, they had to save heat and strength, because there was a more brutal battle ahead, and that battle would decide to wait for the life and death of the six hundred comrades under the cliff.

The two sentries who peed on the edge of the cliff became captives, and the only two captives, shivering from the cold, looked at the slave lord like ghosts. While they were peeing and having fun, this murderous unblinking devil came up from the cliff of a thousand blades, twisted them up one by one, and then made them head bang. Afterwards, they collapsed in the snow and watched as the devil rushed into the tower with a group of demons, and the screams rang out, and the battle was soon over, and the tower of the dead was covered in blood. The devil stood in the blood with the head of Yu Qi, and watched coldly as they were screwed in and thrown at his feet like two dead dogs. His eyes were extremely cold, colder than the whistling snow.

"What's next? There were only thirty of us, but there were three hundred in the fortress, a tenfold difference, and even if we were surprised, we would have no chance of winning. Or do you want to give a signal and let the soldiers under the cliff climb up? Zicheyu walked up to Yu Lie and said in a low voice.

"We underestimated the power of the wind and snow, and we can't afford to make unnecessary sacrifices to the warriors." Yu Lie shook his head.

"How's that good? Why don't you go around? The middle-aged lord's expression became anxious, and his voice was still very low.

"Go around?"

Yu Lie walked to the eye socket of the bull-headed skeleton, looked out, shook his head, and said, "There is no second way, if we want to live, we must take this place." ”

"Woo, woo, spring ......"

Suddenly, a faint horn sounded from the direction of the Snow Peak Fortress, and it passed through the vast wind and snow, and when it arrived here, the sound was very strange, as if it was making a sound in the water, intermittent and indistinct.

The silent soldiers stepped forward, their eyes wide.

The middle-aged lord's face was fierce, and he drew his iron sword full of gaps.

Yu Lie was also shocked in his heart.

"Woo, woo......" The horn sounded continuously, as if waiting for something. Yu Lie's heart moved, he walked up to the two captives and squatted down, staring at them fixedly: "Do you know who I am?" ”

"No, I don't know." The emaciated captive's teeth chattered.

"Do you know what this is?"

The slave lord lifted the bloody iron sword, pressed it against the throat of the strong captive, and plunged it in little by little, and fresh blood overflowed from the captive's Adam's apple, flowing down the blade, blending with the frozen blood, forming a strange color.

The strong captive was twitching, and the dead blue crawled up his face, his mouth wide open, but he couldn't breathe. There was no expression on Yu Lie's face, as if the heart in his chest was no longer beating.

The emaciated captive felt the life of his companion disappearing little by little, he looked at Yu Lie with extremely frightened pupils, his eyes were about to burst, and the cold hairs on his whole body stood up, but he didn't feel the cold, only the suffocating dizziness hit wave after wave.

Finally, Yu Lie drew his iron sword, and the strong captive stopped trembling, stared at his gray eyes, moved his mouth, but did not speak, and his head tilted to death. The slave lord calmly raised his sword and pointed it at the emaciated captive.

"I, I know, I know."

"Tell me, what's it?"

"Knock, knock, knock......"

The emaciated captives pointed to something hanging from the corner of the tower, a strange thing, some like a bell, some like a ding, or more like a cymbal. Yu Lie walked over quickly, and slammed his iron sword into it.

"Bang, bang."

The piercing sound of gold and iron handing over was heard far away, and the continuous sound of the horn resonated with it for a while, and slowly became dumb.

The middle-aged lord let out a heavy breath, walked towards Yu Lie with an iron helmet, and when he passed by the thin captive who was incontinent, he kicked it with his foot and scolded: "It's useless, it's a waste to keep it, it's better to kill it." ”

Yu Lie turned around: "Spare his life, we are not robbers." ”

"Hey, hey." The middle-aged lord touched his chin, smiled meaningfully, and handed Yu Lie the iron helmet covered with animal skin, there was still a little horse blood in it.

Yu Lie took the iron helmet and was about to pick it up and drink it all, but his eyes suddenly froze, and he quickly rushed to the eye socket of the well-lit bull skull, holding the animal skin, and frowned.

After a long time, he raised his head and bared his snow-white teeth: "God, we are not far away. Perhaps, we can also be God. ”