Liuhuo didn't know the intrigue in the Creation Gate, and he was now riding a horse alone on the vast grassland.

After separating from the clouds and the moon, the flowing fire went straight to the black mine cave. This time he went to the grassland, he carefully inquired about Hou Wen's route, after all, he had been here once.

When the fire passed through the desert and returned to the hilly area where the Black Mine Cave was located, he was greeted only with disappointment.

There are indeed signs of human infestation in the black mine cave, because a small part of the mine cave that was collapsed by the Jade Qilin and their joint cast has been restored.

However, these people are clearly gone. Looking at the dead wood essence left behind at the entrance of the cave, Flowing Fire could be sure that these people were just here to collect some dead wood essence, and were not preparing to stay permanently.

All the clues are broken, and the mystery of his background seems to be unsolvable.

The disappointed stream of fire walked aimlessly on the grassland, and the mood was extremely dull.

However, after a few days of wandering fire, he suddenly found that the surrounding mountains and rivers were somewhat familiar. Isn't this the path that Brother Zhongli walked when he brought me to the grassland?

Thinking of Zhongli, Liuhuo's heart was a little hot. It's been a long time since I've seen Brother Zhongli, and I don't know how he's doing, anyway, I've already come here, so let's just go to Wengang City.

With the goal in mind, the flow of fire quickly whipped in the direction of San'in Kingdom.

The closer you get to San'in Country, the more Flowing Fire feels that something is wrong. The last time I came to the grassland, I could meet many small tribes along the way, but this time I didn't meet a few.

Even if they encounter several tribes, they show strong hostility towards the stranger of Driftfire.

Everything is so weird, how come these tribes are all old, weak, sick and disabled?

After the fire sent out a few packets of salt and spices, the vigilant herdsmen told the truth about the fire.

It turned out that the golden wolf king on the grassland began to transfer troops to the south.

To the north of San'in Province is an endless grassland. Although there are no actual boundary monuments here, everyone knows that wherever there is a grassland, it is the territory of the Red Scale People. The steppe civilization and the agrarian civilization were separated by a blurred border.

Nature is very out of tune, and he spreads clouds and rain at will, irregularly year after year. It is under the hand of this invisible Creation that this ambiguous boundary becomes more and more elusive.

The frequent diversion of river water, and the uneven distribution of drought and flood caused countless contradictions between the members of the two civilizations.

This year, the grassland was full of rain, and the cattle and sheep were fat. The herdsmen who had a good harvest thought they would have a better life turned out to be met by a myriad of greedy southern businessmen who gathered to reduce prices and make their hopes come to naught.

Another year, when the farmers in the south were looking at the harvest fields and were rejoicing in harvesting, they found that their neighbors in the north had raised their butcher knives against them because of the harassment of the severe drought.

Conflict, incessant conflict. When hundreds or thousands of skirmishes accumulate into irreconcilable hatred, it seems that Zaohua is also tired of this kind of petty fighting, so he is heroic.

Every time a clan gives birth to a true hero, skirmishes turn into big wars, and eventually into battles that will go down in history.

When Heaven saw that enough blood had been shed on both sides, a brief peace would come. But peace will not last long, and small contradictions will inevitably lead to small conflicts, and small conflicts will inevitably lead to major wars.

For thousands of years, tragic stories have been staged and never stopped.

And today, under the ruthless creation, the two civilizations have once again had a strong collision.

In the endless grassland, there is no shepherd's tune, and herds of cattle and sheep. In their place were two endless barracks.

On the gentle slope to the south, 80,000 elite soldiers of San'in Province are stationed. The strict camp is neatly laid out according to the orientation of the troops, and the rows of military tents are like soldiers, whether you look horizontally, vertically, or obliquely, they can become a straight line.

Each camp is protected by a separate fence, and each camp has its own gate and guard, including the watchtower tower.

There was a wide passage between the camp and the camp, and the military horses kept moving through the road, and the soldiers on the side of the road did not slack off in walking, sitting and lying.

Countless such independent military camps were combined into a huge military formation with no end in sight. Outside the military array were strong fortifications, and behind the half-man-high earthen wall was a wooden wall made of giant logs, and an arrow tower stood not far away. Behind the wooden wall, trebuchets were neatly arranged, and a large number of stone bullets and fire pots were neatly arranged.

Looking ahead, one after another traps were hidden in the grass, and scattered corpses were scattered among the grass.

In the center of the entire military array, a huge cowhide tent stood. Inside lived General Zhongli, the general of the northern march of San'in Kingdom.

The general was carefully reading the letter that the lord had given him. The love between the lines came to Zhongli's face, which made Zhongli feel a little emotional. The worry about the war inside and outside the words made Zhongli frown again.

After reading the letter, Zhongli looked up and said to the young general who had been standing for a long time.

"You've worked hard all the way, go to camp behind my tent after you finish delivering the supplies, and live with my pro-army"

After saying that, Zhongli got up and waved his hand to the young general, and continued to look at his topographical map.

The little general was the commander of the Praetorian Guard of the King of San'in, and this time he came to the front line and brought a letter of condolence from the lord of the country to General Zhongli, as well as a lot of supplies.

The young general from the aristocracy is very young, just the age of Feiyang and his father, but he doesn't dare to reveal a little disrespect in front of Zhongli, after all, what he is in front of is the Tiger of Shanyin and the Wengang Pillar Stone.

And General Zhongli seems to have a brother who is an awakened one, which is even more unoffended.

The young general looked at General Zhongli's burly figure, and suddenly felt in his heart that what he saw was not a person, but a boulder. It's the kind of boulder that no one can push once it doesn't move, and once it rolls, it's unstoppable.

The General loved to look at the map, and liked to rub his beard while looking at the map, and whenever he looked at the map, the guards felt that the General was facing the map as if he were a child facing his favorite toy.

The general didn't look long today, and after a while, he summoned all the officers of the battalion to discuss matters in the big tent.

"Pass my order, give all the wine and meat brought by the guards to the soldiers, so that the soldiers can have a good night, and prepare for the decisive battle tomorrow morning. ”

"This time, the 200,000 copper coins brought by the lord of the country were all distributed to the soldiers. Remember to give it all to the soldiers, and let the soldiers have fun. As for you officers, if you want a reward, give it to me. Go and rob the enemy in front of you, and when the time comes, you can take as much as you want, and I don't want a penny."

"Tomorrow's decisive battle, the officers are in front, the soldiers are behind"

"As for me, the general, I will be at the forefront of you"

......

At the same time, another military conference is also underway.

The Golden Wolf King stood outside the military tent, looking at the Sanyin Army in the distance, silent. The experience of a lifetime comes to mind like a marquee.

The young Golden Wolf King was born in a small tribe that used wolves as totems. It's a pity that the wolf god didn't give his power to this tribe, and at a very young age, this tribe was swallowed up by another big tribe.

The golden wolf king of childhood had no hatred, and it made no sense to hate for such a thing on the grassland. Only survival is the most important thing, and eating is everything in the life of the Golden Wolf King.

When he was a teenager, the Golden Wolf King became an outlier among his peers, and everyone bullied him because he actually developed a love for the patriarch's daughter.

Although this kind of affection is wishful thinking on the part of the Golden Wolf King, the young men of the clan will never let a slave desecrate the goddess in their hearts.

Beaten again and again, the Golden Wolf King fought back again and again. Knock down and get up, get knocked down again, and continue to struggle to get up.

He was still standing until the boys were exhausted and panting, and turned to ignore the monster.

And all this was seen by a businessman who came from the south. The merchant took the Golden Wolf King to the woods outside the camp, taught him the three sword moves, and told him.

"I'll only teach you three moves, and you'll practice them every day from now on, 10,000 times if you can practice them a thousand times, and 100,000 times if you can practice them 10,000 times until you can see the light flickering in your weapon. By that time, the whole steppe will tremble for you"

Three years later, the Golden Wolf King single-handedly exterminated the wild wolves that had harmed the tribe.

Four years later, the Golden Wolf King led three young men of his tribe to challenge the tribe that enslaved them, and under the sword of the Golden Wolf King, one hundred and twenty of the bravest warriors went to meet the Red Scale Horse God, and the tribal patriarch also died under his sword.

Since then, the totem of the Golden Wolf King has replaced the banner of the original tribe, and the conquest has been accompanied to this day.

To this day, the Golden Wolf King looked around at the endless tents around him, an army of 140,000 was serving him alone, and countless tribes had gathered under his banner.

The rich South was right in front of his eyes.

When the Golden Wolf King was immersed in his memories, the argument in the military tent behind him became more and more intense.

"Cowardly southerners don't know what honor is. Hiding in the camp all day long, secretly releasing cold arrows, according to my meaning, still have to storm ...

"It is absolutely not advisable to storm by force, don't you see the army formation of the southerners? Zhongli is not a cowardly sheep, he must be waiting for his time..."

"He's waiting, we can't afford to wait, the cattle and sheep consumed by 140,000 people every day are unimaginable, and if we continue like this, we will starve to death sooner or later..."

"The point is that there is not much forage, and the soldiers can go hungry, but the red-scaled horses can't starve..."

Just as there was a mess in the tent, the Golden Wolf King walked into the military tent.

Like a strong wind blowing through the field, the tumultuous quarrel ceased. The chiefs of the various tribes lowered their heads one after another to greet the Golden Wolf King who had entered the account.

"Zhongli won't be waiting long, our scouts have already spotted the movement of the enemy camp. The King of the Southerners sent another 3,000 recruits and brought a lot of supplies," the Golden Wolf King said quietly.

What does this mean? It means that the kings of the southerners can't wait, and they are desperate to end the war. What's more, I heard that there was a coup d'état in a country south of San'in Province. They urgently need troops to defend their rear," the Golden Wolf King slowly analyzed.

"I expect the decisive battle to start in two days..."

When the Golden Wolf King's words were not finished, there was a lot of noise in the tent.

"Don't be stingy with cattle and sheep, and don't save fodder anymore, let our soldiers and our war horses be full of spirits. It will definitely be a bloody battle against us, a battle of fate..."