On this day, an armistice was declared between the empire and the steppe, and there was a temporary calm on both sides. This was good news for civilians on the border on both sides, and people began to enjoy a rare calm. But there are some people or forces hidden in the shadows who have a very sensitive sense of smell, they smell a trace of the unusual, and their keen intuition tells them that this time the calm is definitely not a good sign, and a storm more cruel than war is brewing, maybe not brewing, but has already come......

The people of a small border town on the grassland are enjoying a rare calm and stability, the people on the grassland are keen on the grassland, they like to gallop on horseback, and they also like to watch the white sheep on the grassland to enjoy the sunshine. However, because of the war, it is difficult for the small grassland cities on the border to enjoy such a life, but once they have the opportunity, people still cherish such opportunities.

The grass is sunny, cloudless, and the royal blue brocade-like ribbon flows slowly on the grassland. The sheep are on the grassland, the white clouds are in the sky, and sometimes it is really confusing, and it is impossible to figure out which one is the cloud and which one is the flock.

The song of the old herding man is long and loud, full of vicissitudes of life, and full of pride, a white-haired old man is in this way pouring out his own pride and ambition when he was young, although he is no longer the year, but the pride is also there.

"It would be nice if we could live like this forever. After the old man finished singing a ballad, he sighed faintly, and then sang again, but this time it was full of slaughter and unwillingness.

The wind and clouds changed color, the dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, the wind was blowing on the grassland, and the sheep and horses were running wildly in private, as if they were fleeing for their lives. People with a slightly more sensitive sense of smell have even smelled the smell of blood in the air, and a picture has appeared in the minds of some people - a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, blood flowing thousands of miles, and in a sea of blood, a strange figure seems to be there and now, looming.

The old herdsman sighed faintly, what should come is to come after all, even if he intends to escape the world, he will have to face it after all. The wind on the prairie is like a knife, cutting people's cheeks with pain. The sky was clear, but now it suddenly became gloomy, and the white clouds were not white clouds, but they were not dark clouds, but blood-red clouds like blood.

"It's coming. The old man who was herding said that today should be the day he sighed the most in his life.

I don't know what kind of face is hidden under the black cloak, and I don't know what kind of expression it is. There wasn't the slightest movement, not the slightest sound. The figure under the black cloak was standing here, but even just standing here made people feel a great pressure.

Finally, the figure under the black cloak moved. Gently raised his right hand, a finger as white as a green onion was exposed in the air, and he pointed at the old herding man in a daze, and slammed it hard. A blue light shot towards the old man. The old herdsman flicked his sleeve, and the blue light disappeared.

After a few seconds of silence between the two, the old herdsman broke the silence first. "Between you and me, it's really not interesting to have this kind of child's game again. A kind smile appeared on the old man's face.

The man in the black cloak lowered his hand slightly, and the two men fell silent once more. No one showed their move, but there was a powerful wave of qi that fought violently around the two. A samurai can only truly achieve a fighting spirit after reaching the ninth level, and the ninth level is a huge watershed. Only one step forward can be called a true powerhouse, and a saint level who takes a step forward is called immortal because of its long lifespan.

The violent fighting spirit almost destroyed an entire grassland in an instant, and the originally vibrant grassland was instantly lifeless, and there was no longer the slightest vitality. Even the flock, which had already run far away, was instantly drained of blood, and became a large piece of dry corpses lying to the ground. Within a radius of three hundred miles, there was no living thing left, and it became a dead place.

"Why bother?" the old herdsman could only sigh helplessly, "Why do you have to bury so many creatures for a battle, when will it be done?"

This time, the mysterious figure under the black cloak finally spoke, "I don't want to take revenge, but they won't let me go, right?" I couldn't tell whether the voice was male or female, but the resentment made people feel chilled.

The old herdsman was speechless for a while. Silence, only this time it was the shepherd old man who was silent.

"Who have I offended in this vein, why have you always refused to let us go?"

"Why should a man who has been dead for millions of years have to bear the fault of our lineage from generation to generation?"

"Since then, we just want to live in peace, but what about you? Why don't you let us go? Don't forget, who are the real natives of this world?"

The figure under the black cloak became more and more excited, more and more manic, and the old herdsman was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "Those things are not something we can do. Speaking of which, we're just pawns, aren't we?"

The figure under the black cloak, who knows what his expression is now. After a long time, he said miserably: "At our level, are you still still a chess piece?"

"Heaven and earth are the game, and the 36,000 worlds are the sons, who can escape the chessboard of this fate?"

Helpless, helpless, or helpless, even if you have great power? Isn't it the same as a pawn in the hands of a more powerful person? But what is even more pitiful is that after being treated as a small chess piece, even if you die, you will not know who is playing this game of chess.

Whether it's an old shepherd or a mysterious man under a black cloak, they can't escape the chessboard of fate. Even some people don't know until they die that they are just a small chess piece, and they are still bragging about how they are all day long.

"That's all for today," the mysterious man under the black cloak gradually calmed his emotions, "and the next time we meet, we won't win or lose, we won't win." After speaking, no matter what the old herdsman thought, the figure gradually became empty and slowly disappeared.

The old herdsman shook his head and smiled helplessly. "The three thousand worlds are just chess pieces, and I'm just a chess piece. ”

Three days later, the Imperial City of the Tian Yuan Empire received news that the necromantic shaman had appeared on the edge of the grassland, but this time he did not kill anyone, but there was an extra dead place on the grassland. On the same day, in the same place, there were signs of activity in the Blood Domain Soul Clan, but a mysterious powerhouse took action and wiped it out.