Outside the plug, above the grassland.

The cold wind outside Shuo is getting colder and colder, and compared to the grace of the Central Plains, this is the wild and violent paradise of the rough.

Utuha is a herder from the grasslands, but today he finally escaped from the camp with his family. There were also a few herdsmen who joined him, all dragging their families with them. They were very happy, screaming, and driving their cattle and sheep.

Now life is getting worse and worse, and their Great Khan has provoked the Death of the Praiirpe. I heard from the people of the steppe that those people were the messengers of the god of the steppe, who came specifically to punish them. Although the warriors of the tribe called them the demons of the steppe, evil, and came to plague the steppe, the leaders also said that those people were hateful Han people, not invincible.

But Utuha didn't believe it, he knew that it was not, those people must be the messengers of the god of the steppe, they were originally living well in the steppe. But the chiefs had to go to the borders of the Han Dynasty to plunder, and every time they saw the chiefs returning with a full load, the Han slaves were dragged behind the horses.

They take pleasure in killing Han people, and Wu Tuha will run away every time, and Han people are also people. Looking at the desperate eyes, numb faces, and blood on the ground, Wu Tuha felt a chill in his heart, he was afraid that one day the god of the grassland would come to punish them.

The chief's desire grew, and he gathered the leaders of many tribes to prepare to go to the grass valley together, and the leaders said so. But they had heard a long time ago that the messenger of the steppe had come, and that many tribes had been punished, and the tribesmen were afraid.

But the chief was drinking mare's milk wine, playing with the slave women of the Han people, and even daring to laugh at the messenger of the god of the steppe. He was going so far as to cut off the heads of the messengers with the scimitar in his hand, and the leader must have gone mad.

This time the leaders came back, and they returned with a full load, bringing back a lot of things that were only available in the Han Dynasty. Utuha longed for it, but he was even more afraid, and his Ada said that the messenger of the steppe god had arrived, and that their tribe would be punished, the severest punishment.

So, he escaped while the chiefs were celebrating, and they escaped from the camp of their own chiefs, not only them, but many others.

The killing god will come, and if he doesn't escape now, he won't have a chance, looking at his own cattle and sheep. Just a few heads, I don't know if I can catch the next year's cattle and sheep cubs, and looked at the son who chased the sheep cubs. I hope that for the rest of my life, the clansmen will do well, and when my son grows up, he will definitely be a warrior and become an eagle shooter.

Just as Utuha was thinking, he felt a tremor in the grassland. The face of the originally happy people turned pale all of a sudden, this is the cavalry, and at this time the tribesmen of the tribe are celebrating, or many people are already asleep.

Then this cavalry is, the messenger of the god of the steppe, Utuha was stunned. I didn't expect such bad luck for myself, O god of the steppe, bless your most pious people, and let your messenger forgive us.

Getting closer and closer, Utuha remembered his son, and ran over and hugged his son to the ground. All herdsmen are the same, they lie on the ground and do not dare to look at the face of the steppe messenger, that is disrespectful.

"Stampede"

The cavalry stopped, circling around him, and Utuha was so frightened that he felt the eyes of God shooting at him, and he fell even lower. I prayed in my heart for the protection of the god of the steppe.

After waiting for a long time, Wu Tuha's face was covered with sweat, and on this cold grassland, the cold wind did not calm him down. His heart was filled with fear, waiting for God's judgment. For a long time, Utuha felt like a year.

"Scared!"

With a roar, he felt his lower body wet and trembled. He didn't dare to move, and it didn't take long for him to hear the sound of horses' hooves "da-da", which was getting farther and farther away.

He mustered up his courage and raised his head to glance at hundreds of scurrying across the grassland, bringing up billowing smoke and grass clippings.

This smoke and dust brings people a dead silence, just like the messenger of death under the Nine Shadows going out on patrol, and the evil spirit is facing them.

Every knight is dressed in a very strange way, with a scimitar on his side, and the murderous aura on the knife is definitely a murderer who drinks countless blood.

All of them couldn't see their faces clearly, and they all wore black cold masks, revealing a pair of eyes that were selective, and the emotionless cold filled their pupils.

Carrying three arrows, they are all full, but the sharp corners of this arrow are different from ordinary arrows, and there are small barbs, if you are shot, it is hard to imagine how much pain you will endure.

Small daggers are strapped to the legs and feet, and there are configurations on the left and right.

The whole body is black armor, blood-colored cloaks, and the strangest thing is that they all step on the stirrups that only exist in later generations, and they are like walking on the ground on horseback, and their riding and archery skills are definitely not inferior to those condor shooters in the grassland.

The horses under their crotches are also of the highest quality, with strong limbs, towering heads, and a fierce atmosphere. What is strange is that there is something on the horse's head to protect the horse's head, just like the shield of the Han Dynasty, and the same as the knight's mask.

Soon, the smoke and dust of that ride disappeared into this grassland.

Just like that, Wu Tuha quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at it again. He didn't even know where he had the courage to look up, the black made his heart tremble, the red almost suffocated him.

It can't be wrong, that is, the messenger of God, and Utuha is glad that he feels that his prayers are heard by God, so the messenger of God does not punish them. He couldn't imagine if God had abandoned them, and the scimitar would have beheaded them.

Thinking of this, Utuha hurriedly lay on the ground and prayed to God, thanking God.

All the herdsmen got up, looking at the smoke and dust in the distance, and the fear on their faces slowly dissipated.

"Ah Wu, why are your pants wet, is there water on the ground?"

Utuha's son looked up, and his big black eyes were staring at Utuha.

Wu Tuha was very embarrassed, and he didn't know what Lu Dao said, but the rest of the herdsmen knew Lu Dao, but they just smiled on the side, and didn't make fun of anything, because they were the same. Utuha patted his son on the back of the head and said angrily.

"You know what, go and play!"

The child didn't know what was going on with Lu Dao, he was patted and behaved, and he ran to tease his little lamb, and he didn't know that Lu Dao had just survived under the knife of death for a group of them.

Utuha gathered the cattle and sheep that had just been frightened away by the puff of smoke, this was not a good place, and he had to go away quickly.

The rest of the herdsmen are the same, they are all eager to leave the land of right and wrong, not only Wutuha knows the power of those people, but the rest of the herdsmen know the way. I learned from other tribes that these messengers of the gods have punished many tribes, and depending on their whereabouts, this time it is the tribe of their own people.

They were all glad that they had escaped, and they didn't have to think about it to know that the tribe was in a catastrophe this time.

"Shhhh

One of the hundreds of horsemen raised his scimitar and stopped his horse.

He rode forward behind him and bowed his head.

"Lord!"

"Rest for a while, and then run!"

"No!"

The man answered, turned his horse's head, and gestured to everyone.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa"

Everyone dismounted, and there was nothing in between, except for the sound of armor rubbing, and several riders did not dismount, but scattered in all directions.

The three dismounted men were together, back to back, their weapons were not left of their bodies, and the arrows were still on their backs, and they lifted their hoods, took off only the backpacks on their backs, took out the food, and began to eat. Not a single man spoke, and in the silence of the steppe, except for the occasional snort of their horses, only the sound of Suosuo eating.

The man who had just made a gesture came over with his horse, and simply dismounted his mount neatly, and stood beside the leader. A pair of eyes looked around under the mask, those eagle-like eyes sharp and sharp, and nothing could escape under his gaze.

The knight's hand was on the hilt at all times, and at the slightest movement there was no doubt that his scimitar would unsheath and crush all enemies. Escorting his master, only stepping on his corpse can harm the person he wants to protect, even though its master is many times more powerful than him.

The man at the head looked around, nodded, and dismounted, saying as he took off his hood.

"Ziming, don't look at me, you eat something first, there won't be anything in this place that can hurt me."

"Lord!"

The knight immediately knelt down on one knee and faced the man at the head.

The hood was taken off, and when the wind blew, the long slightly black hair fluttered arbitrarily, revealing his face.

A knife-cut face, a resolute look. He is as rich as jade, and his age is definitely not more than 20, who would have thought that he is such a young man, who actually makes the grassland people smell the color change, and the grassland can stop crying at night, and is called the messenger of God.

The knight just now was called Fang Wen (provided by the book friend Emperor Wolf 745), the word Ziming, and he was originally the son of an old peasant in the Han Frontier. But one year, the steppe people raided the border, and his family was killed by the steppe people.

When he was about to be beheaded, his heart was full of unwillingness, but he didn't have any strength to resist. He hated, hated the grassland people, and even hated the Han people who were officials who crowed chickens and dogs, and fled for their lives, regardless of the lives of the people.

He was unwilling, under the knife of the steppe people, he did not cry, his wolf-like eyes made the steppe people frightened, those people wanted to cut off this young man who made their hearts tremble with a knife and solve the trouble.

It's a pity that the steppe man's knife didn't fall and lost his head, and a young man appeared in front of Fang Wen, a young man with a sword. Fang Wen knew that it was this young man who saved him, and he stared at the young man closely, but the young man didn't care about him and turned to leave.

The boy saved his life and gave him hope, and when Fang Wen saw that the boy was leaving, he ran to the boy and knelt down in front of him, begging the boy to take him in.

The young man only asked him, "What are you living for?" ”

He still remembered what the boy said to him, he didn't know what Lu Dao was, but he had nothing, he knew Lu Dao. The boy saved him, he knew the way, the boy avenged him, he knew the way. What is he living for now, looking at his family lying in a pool of blood, he knows that he is alive to protect!

It was also from that time that he vowed to follow this boy for the rest of his life, although this boy was younger than himself, he was willing to protect the boy with his life and recognize him as the master.

Some things are as simple as that, Fang Wen has been with the boy since then, and later the boy told him that his name is Qin Feng.