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The wolves began to move in the darkness of the night, and at the same time, other nocturnal creatures also appeared, and not far away, a flock of crows, which were the conjugation of the spirits, representing death, and preferred to feed on carrion, and in a desolate ground, they flocked in groups, eating their own food.

It was a dozen mutilated corpses, so decomposed that it was impossible to distinguish their identities, and they were dressed in simple clothes and sheepskin jackets commonly worn by the Gobi, so it was clear that their status was not noble, perhaps just ordinary people of a tribe.

Life in the Gobi is not optimistic, the barren land represents lack of food, disease, hunger, cold, and for the Huns living in the Gobi, winter contains death and eternal dark night.

What's more, there will be many old and weak useless people who will be directly blasted out of the tribe, nothing else, just for the survival of the fittest, so that precious food will not be wasted.

The north wind is howling, and the sound of the wind resounding in the valley is more like the whispering of innocent dead resentful spirits, and the Huns have died a lot this winter compared to the past.

War, division, plunder, ambition.

With the sudden death of Uliyasu Lao Shan Yu, the previously quiet Gobi ushered in the hustle and bustle, first the three sons fought for power, and then there were four brave hegemons, Uliyasu is like a rose born by the power of medicine, the first second is still as gorgeous as fire, and the next second is turned into ashes.

War, overdrawn is not only the lives of soldiers, with the occurrence of countless battles, the ordinary people of many tribes are also implicated, more than 6,000 people died in this huge battle, countless tribes were destroyed, countless cattle and sheep died, and the sky above Uliyasu ushered in the most gloomy scene in decades.

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"Poof!"

The sound of arrows rang out, shattering the silence of the tribe's night.

Bending the bow and shooting arrows is a team of 100 people, they are dressed in black and robes, like messengers of hell, harvesting the life in front of them.

With a bow on his back, a knife on his waist, and two daggers stuffed in his boots, as the only army in Chongyang County, Huangfu Mu gave great support to the Shadow Guard, and ninety percent of the income after the destruction of the tribe was used as military salary, which made it look like this.

Darkness strikes.

War roars.

Soul devouring.

With the blessing of three special abilities, although this team has not been established for a long time, it has also shown good combat power.

The killing was carried out.

Poof.

Streams of blood gushed out, and lives were lost.

Flesh is the sacrifice, and the tribe is the harvest.

In this barren land, this is the only way to obtain supplies, and while indiscriminate attacks are a bit too cruel, they are psychological barriers that must be overcome if you want to live.

The Shadow Guard directly blocked everything around, a team of twenty people, a total of five teams of soldiers stood in different directions with arrows in their hands and shot, and soon, dozens of figures fell in a pool of blood, lifeless.

"No!!"

A terrible scream rang out, and a group of warriors with weapons in hand rushed out, and in front of the crowd was a strong man with a dark complexion, wearing a felt hat and a wolf skin, his appearance was ugly, but his momentum was particularly fierce, giving people a sense of déjà vu like a beast.

[Name: Uta]

[Attributes: Force 48, Commander 12, Intelligence 27, Politics 5, Charisma 11]

[Identity: Herdsman]

【Condition:Strong】

[Relationship: Hostile Relations]

[Personal Specialty: Sweep]

[Stunt: None]

In an instant, Uta's attribute points jumped in front of Huangfu Mu's eyes.

The force is as high as forty-eight, and it is obvious that this person has good strength, and if he is placed in the army, he is also a fierce pawn.

Uta strode forward, and in just a few seconds he was already at the side of the Shadow Guard, and with his strength, if he could really get close, he might really cause the Shadow Guard a lot of trouble.

"Arati."

Huangfu Mu faintly shouted a name.

A cavalryman walked out of the crowd, his body was thin and weak, and his whole body was hidden in a tolerant black robe, but instead of making people feel funny, on the contrary, there was a strong murderous and gloomy aura in him, which people did not dare to underestimate.

Alathi, the boy who was rescued from the brink of hell by the Emperor's Husband, with the blessing of the martial spirit, seems to have embarked on a path that he would never have reached in his previous life, the captain of the third team of the Shadow Guard, and now, this is his identity.

A new house, dozens of acres of land, and even a Hun servant, for Alathi, until now, everything he has obtained is still like a dream, from the wanderer who lives on plant roots in the wild, to the captain who holds the front of the army and is respected at this time, Arathi knows that he can live such a stable life now, all thanks to the support of the emperor's husband.

Guardianship and loyalty.

As a warrior, Arati has long had a belief of his own.

Its character is the former, and the imperial pastor is the latter.

Alati walked out of the crowd with a blank face, slowly drawing his troops, he never thought too much about things, especially about the battlefield.

"Immortal Heaven" is right in everything, except for a warrior, Arati is a perfect executor.

"Take him, I'll live." Looking at Uta, the corner of Huangfu Mu's mouth hooked up a smile, full of playfulness.

Without hesitation, Arati dismounted and galloped towards Utta.

Devouring the martial soul, in addition to the force, the rich power also improved Arati's body, and now, although his body is emaciated, there is a terrifying explosive power under the flesh.

The battle spirit was soaring, and under the black robe, Arati's arm saw that the red muscles collapsed, and in an instant, the blood in the body boiled.

There are Hun warriors blocking the road in front, Arathi does not dodge or dodge, draws the knife and swings it, the sharp blade directly tears a huge wound on the opponent's body, the long knife is toward, the flesh and bones are neatly cut, directly cut off its waist, the Hun warrior did not even have a chance to fight back, and died unexpectedly.

When encountering mountains and splitting mountains, encountering the sea and breaking the sea.

Unlike Wu Feng's quick victory, not like Chu Yan's big opening and closing, Arati's martial arts represent protection and loyalty, there is no evasion, no relaxation, behind him are his two most important people, no matter who it is, they can't stop him in the slightest.

Go ahead.

For Arati, this is his martial arts path.