The year 7900 of the Yuan calendar

It has been 800 years since the first generation of witch kings established the first human kingdom, and without the knowledge given by Cassia himself, they need to measure the land with their feet and know everything with their hands.

700 years ago, after the death of the first Witch King, the second Witch King officially named the kingdom: Qi

At the same time, the second generation of witch kings expanded their territory, vigorously developed arable land and agriculture, and established a witch temple led by the great witch, and ordered the powerful witches with specific rules.

And get rid of the habit of sacrificing with the blood of human life, use the ancient method of using grass to tie into the shape of animals, and pile up mountains with the latest grain to worship the gods, praying for a clear heaven and a peaceful earth, and good wind and rain.

The great witches followed the side of the second generation of witch kings, nourishing themselves with their aura, and committing dangers with their own proximity.

At that time, there was a great witch who waved his hand to open the mountain and crack the rocks, turned the clouds into rain between his breaths, shuttled between the poisonous miasma without hindrance, and finally fell on a poisonous weed the size of a finger.

Just to educate the ancestors, what can be fed, what can cure the epidemic, and what can cause death.

There are also great witches, who led the whole clan of witches to swear blood, explore the unknown, and after a hundred years, they never came back.

700 years ago, the witch at that time was the backbone of the human race, and the witch king was the most powerful witch at that time.

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The capital of the Qi Dynasty, the city of Qi

If you look up from the side of the city wall, the majestic city wall seems to be in the sky, the hard stone bricks are full of mottled years, and the original cyan color has now turned dark red even with the blessing of the witch seal, and there is a slippery sticky feeling to the touch.

The 800-year-old dynasty was not all smooth sailing.

The city gate on the east side of Qicheng is very large, which can accommodate ten carriages in parallel, which is specially designed by the Witch King in order to go out of the city as soon as possible, even if the soldiers came to the city that year, the twelfth generation of the Witch King also opened the city gate and went out of the city alone to break the enemy.

Nowadays, the city gate is full of people, mostly people from nearby tribes who have entered the city in the morning, wanting to sell the surplus prey of yesterday and the animal skins they have saved for a month at a good price.

The guards on both sides were dressed in richly dressed armor with witch patterns, and armed with special spears from the palace foundry, meticulously inspecting the goods.

When you see something extraordinary, you won't take advantage of the fire to rob it, but only hint at a little toll.

People who enter the city naturally do not compete with them, and they also know the value of their goods, so they generally take out two pieces of silver, which can be regarded as happy money in advance, so that the other party will not be embarrassed when they go out of the city.

Today, there are as many people entering the city as ever, not only ordinary people, but also a group of slaves at the base of the city wall, escorted by a team of heroic soldiers to the city gate.

"Yo, this group of slaves...... Well, they're all good at work!"

The guards shouted loudly from afar, they were directly subordinate to the palace, and it was a rule to enter the door to pay money, and there were not many people they could not afford to provoke.

Sigh......

The procession of the slaves stopped, and a general figure at the head came out, not to mention the people, and the horse he was riding alone was two people high.

It was pitch black, with a few dark scales on his neck, his forehead was bulging, his hooves were snow-white, and the rough breath from his nose blew up the dust on the ground.

The guard who had just spoken sighed in his heart, and secretly said that it was not good, this was 'stepping on the snow dragon', and he was afraid that he would be blind and provoke someone who should not be provoked.

Just when the apprehensive guard wanted to explain, the general opened his mouth first, with an infiltrating sneer on the corner of his mouth:

"Damn! Zhu Ma's slaves also want to collect money? Are you afraid that you don't have enough food and grass for the royal horses in the palace, and you want to send some minced meat?

Poof!

The general's last shout was like thunder cracking stones, and the people at the city gate only felt that their ears seemed to be deaf at that moment, and their chests were as tight as drums.

And the guard spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to his knees, languished, and soon lost his life.

"Miscellaneous, I will have good eyes in my next life. The general spat and pierced the neck of the dead guard, and another pool of blood flowed out.

"Hurry up and clean up, the gate of the capital, what kind of system!"

After the general finished speaking, he lifted the horse forward, exuding a powerful blood and a sense of power that could be seen with the clear eye.

The ranks of slaves moved again and leaned towards the gates, while the rest of the guards cautiously ran over after the general had left, collecting the bodies of their comrades.

There's no way, if you don't mess with anyone, you have to mess with the Ma family, which is one of the biggest witch families in Qicheng, and now the head of the family is the minister of the court, and he is quite trusted by the king.

Could it be that the king would offend a powerful minister for the sake of a guard?

"Brother, if you want to blame, you can only blame your bad life, don't worry, your aunt and brothers will raise you for you. The guard clasped his hands and closed his eyes, and said silently.

And this scene was all watched by a young man in the ranks of the slaves, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with short messy black hair, a slave mark tattooed on his forehead, a tattered animal skin garment, and his hands and feet were shackled together.

But the only difference he had from other slaves was that his eyes were very divine, and he didn't look like a slave.

While the others were driven away by the soldiers, marching forward with their heads bowed, and just accepting their destined life, the teenager seemed to be full of hope for life.

"Zhuo, don't look at it, those guards are not something we can afford to mess with, bow your head!" an old man touched the young man named 'Zhuo' and reminded in a low voice.

"Grandpa Wu Zhu, is this Qicheng? It's really big, as big as Abba said. "Zhuo still has no consciousness of being a slave.

The old man looked at the young man, shook his head helplessly, and sighed, this doll is born without knowing what it means to be afraid, not the kind of fear that is, but the innocence of knowing the result, but still fearless.

Yu Guang glanced at the soldier beside him, and the old man secretly patted Zhuo's forehead: "Grandpa Wu Zhu is also the first time to come to Qicheng, it is indeed very big." ”

"Grandpa Wuzhu, why do they treat us like this? Didn't they say that the king loved his people very much?"

The old man smiled and stretched the chains on his hands: "The king only cares for those people who can pay enough tribute, and our Black Fish Department has lost 30 sheep this year, so we really can't take it out." ”

The old man's smile was full of tears, full of sadness and helplessness, a tribe of nearly 10,000 people, just because of the lack of 30 sheep, ushered in the iron horse of the Zhuma family in the capital.

How can an inferior iron knife chop through the armor engraved with witch patterns, and how can the soft animal skin block the sharp blade?

"It would be nice if Grandpa Wu Zhu was a little more powerful, if Grandpa Wu Zhu could become a fourth-level witch, he would definitely be able to stop them. ”

Zhuo's innocent words made the old man laugh again, but he didn't say anything.

Fourth-level witches? It takes sixth-level witches, or even seventh-level witches to be able to block them, but even if they can be blocked, what's the use?

Zhu Ma's family goes back, the next time he comes is the witch rider of the palace, the fate of the Black Fish Department has long been doomed, and no one can stop it.

"Wu Zhu Grandpa ......"

"Shh......h Don't talk about it, Zhuo, they usually don't let the dolls who are not yet adults go to mine, and you will probably be sent to some witch family, where you can be smart, and sometimes it's not a good thing to ask about everything. The old man carefully admonished Zhuo.

At that moment, the slowly advancing ranks of slaves stopped again, and the two of them, one old and one young, looked up.

The general of the Zhu Ma family at the front of the line also frowned and strangled the horse's hooves.

"General......

The general's eyes were like eagles, and he raised his hand to stop his deputy's words, and ordered without looking back: "Retreat, give way, it's the Witch Palace." ”

The deputy was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly turned around and ordered the entire slave team to retreat, but he couldn't let these lowly embryos dirty the eyes of the witch of the witch hall.

The general patted the snow dragon on the neck, turned over and dismounted, and quietly waited for the team of the witch hall not far away to approach.

This general, who is half a body taller than ordinary people, can penetrate the body of the guards with a single spittle, and wishes the strongest general of the Ma family, but at this time he is quiet like a slave.

There is no other reason, because it is the Witch Temple.

A few miles away, the procession of the witch hall formed a long line, in the middle was a carriage covered with black cloth, and on both sides were cavalrymen wearing black python scale witch armor, sitting down were all 'black dragons' carved out of a mold.

The black dragon is a horse breed that is stronger than the snow dragon, and it is so rare that it has a price of ten thousand gold, and the Qi Dynasty ordered that this kind of horse should be bought and sold in the market, and if it is found, it will be directly pulled away and fed to the dog.

Unlike the Snow Dragon, the Black Dragon is taller and stronger, covered in scales and black, exuding a compelling wild atmosphere, and this kind of horse eats meat.

At the front of the line, there were three witches in black robes and hoods, although they couldn't see their faces clearly, no one doubted their strength.

The people at the city gate have long been dispersed, there is no need for guards to maintain order, everyone knows how to deal with seeing the witch hall, bow their heads, humble bows are enough, and they can live.

The team soon reached the gates, and the general took two steps forward, hoping for a chance to say a few words.

Sure enough, the procession stopped, and the black-robed witch in the middle turned his head, glanced at the long line of slaves, and then at the general who was completely imposing.

"People from the Zhu Ma family?" Da Wu's voice was low and hoarse, and he couldn't distinguish between men and women.

"Yes, Zhu Ma family, Zhu Ma You, I have seen the witch of the Witch Palace!"

"There are two strengths!" the black-robed witch said with a look of appreciation.

Zhu Ma was happy in his heart, and he was about to continue talking, but when he heard Dawu's words, the front changed suddenly.

"Since you are from the Zhu Ma family, didn't your family master tell you that the tribe's witch Zhu can't be used as a slave?"

The black dragon's horse's hooves hit the ground, and the hot breath from his mouth made Zhu Mayou sweat, and the great witch looked at his face and asked word by word:

"What did you do with Wu?"