Chapter Fifty-Four: The Northern Pluto Divine Shot

At this time, two war whirlpools were formed in the entire land of Zhongzhou, on one side was the alliance of the five countries all the way to the Heavenly Wolf Pass, confronting Ou Yin's Apocalypse army, and on the other side, the barbarian leader Hu Tatar personally led hundreds of thousands of troops to Shouyang Pass, and the war was about to break out.

The victory or defeat of the two wars directly determines the historical trend of Zhongzhou in the next few decades, and if you look back at the historical situation at this time from that point in time ten years later, you will find that almost all the heroes who will determine the direction of the whole world and the world in the future are gathered in one place - Shouyang Pass.

On January 1 of the second year of Kangping, this day is the most important festival of the year for the Chinese people in Zhongzhou - Kaiyang Festival. Since it was the first day of the new year, the Chinese people paid special attention to it, especially the lamb burning festival of the barbarians, so the two sides of the confrontation at Tianwolf Pass ceased for a day, and there was no fighting on the Shouyang Pass side.

But the fact that nothing happened in these two whirlpools does not mean that there are no major events happening elsewhere in Zhongzhou, on the contrary, the occurrence of this incident shocked the world. On January 1 of the second year of Kangping, the barbarian general Mu Raer led tens of thousands of elite iron horsemen of the barbarians, and connected the three cities of the Northern Underworld in one day, and the son of the Northern Underworld who guarded the border city, Bei Yingsheng, died in the chaos.

Palace of the King of the North Hades.

"What a Hu Tatar, with hundreds of thousands of troops as decorations in Shouyang Pass, he is so generous." The lord of the Northern Underworld, Bei Yingtian, was furious when he received the news of the barbarian attack and the death of the prince.

"Your Majesty, the county lord is still in the border city and there has been no news, you see?"

Bei Mingtian pondered for a while, "With her master here, Xue'er's safety doesn't have to worry." You immediately took the Tiger Talisman to the Heavenly Wolf Pass to transfer the army back, and now you don't have time to play with Ou Yin. ”

On January 3 of the second year of Kangping, the Northern Underworld Army withdrew from the Heavenly Wolf Pass, and this mutation of the Northern Underworld Ou Yin unexpectedly became the biggest beneficiary.

A forest on the outskirts of a city on the border of the North Underworld.

Dozens of people in the woods held a strong bow in their left hand, fixed in their right hand, and carried four quivers, all of which were in leather armor, running and jumping calmly among the trees, always keeping a distance of nearly three hundred feet from the pursuing barbarian cavalry behind them. These dozens of people apparently belonged to the only army in Zhongzhou that used bows as their main weapon, the Northern Pluto Divine Shooting.

Although the Northern Underworld does not highly advocate force like the Xiao Kingdom, it is also a vassal state located in the north, and it has also honed its extraordinary military strength in the confrontation with the barbarians for many years.

The leader of dozens of people in the woods is a middle-aged man in his forties, the two wings of the strong bow in his hand are carved into the shape of flying feathers, the bowstring is white, I don't know what kind of material it is made of, and the bow is inscribed "carved feather". The middle-aged man was followed by a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl with a fair face, also dressed as a Northern Pluto Divine Shooter, and her skills were extremely agile.

"Master, these barbarians are gathering more and more." The girl drew her bow and arrows in one go, and another barbarian rode down with a muffled grunt.

"The general trend in the north has gone, we have to withdraw first, and there is no point in entangling here." The middle-aged man said as he retreated.

"No, I want to avenge Brother Wang, I have to kill that barbarian general." The girl is obviously a stubborn character, and the brother Wang in her mouth is naturally the Northern Mingsheng who died under the iron hooves of the barbarian army.

"Xue'er, how many times have you gone to assassinate Mural, which time didn't I rescue you?! Listen to the master's words, withdraw first, as long as the barbarians don't retreat, are you worried that there will be no chance in the future?! Although the middle-aged man was dissatisfied with the girl, he was obviously spoiled, and the words of blame changed to a taste in his mouth.

"Okay." The girl obviously didn't want to stop there, but when she thought about her first few assassinations, her face turned red and white.

Dozens of people of the Northern Pluto shot and retreated, and under the pursuit of the barbarian light cavalry, they sank into the jungle and calmly retreated.