"Wu Ming has seen the Goshawk King, and he came here this time, not with malicious intent, but for the unity and peace of the entire Mist Realm. The reason why I killed those desolate city lords before was just because the other party had too much blood on their hands that could not be washed. ”

Wu Ming respectfully greeted the juniors, the latter did not fluctuate, the fishing rod in his hand did not shake at all, and said slowly: "I don't know what the king of people is talking about about unity and peace, is it to kill these desolate people who have been stained with the blood of the imperial people?"

"The desolate people, the imperial people, their essence is the people of the Fog Ming Realm, at the moment, although King Wen has completely sealed the heavens and the earth, but the heavens and people may be involved in the restart at any time, we people in the Fog Ming Realm should take this opportunity to unite as one, practice hard, and fight the enemy together, instead of still fighting in the civil war and self-consumption during this critical period. ”

"Since it is for the sake of unification and peace, why can't the leader be a desolate man, and, after the war, the desolate man wins the empire, and the same can achieve unity and peace, now if the desolate people who are divided from the inside have achieved temporary reunification, but the hidden dangers are also buried in it, and the real root cause has not been erased, and the real approach should be to push forward such a war and put all the unpeaceful factors on the bright side.

The end of the war means that all other discordant voices will disappear, and there will only be one voice left in the Fog Realm, either to fight against the celestials together, or to obey the celestials, such a result, no matter which side it is, is more acceptable and not disgusting. ”

Zhao Xuan's voice was flat, but everywhere revealed the spirit of killing, it seems that this war, he does not want the bureau to end like this, but hopes to push this war to a higher ** as soon as possible, to decide the winner or loser, and then the fog and the world will be unified, so that there is only one ruler left in the fog world.

But as a result, there were countless soldiers, monks died on the battlefield, countless civilians were displaced, homeless, and finally let the heavens take advantage of it, Wu Ming clenched his fists and asked Zhao Xuan in a low voice: "For the sake of a unified voice in the fog and bright realm, countless soldiers, monks, and civilians need to be sacrificed, is it really worth it?"

Seeing the battle between the desolate man and the empire, the people of that day may be snickering in the sky at this time, laughing at our ignorance and stupidity, only knowing how to fight in the nest; you just asked me why the ruler of this fog realm can only be the empire, not the desolate man, then I will tell you why, because the empire still has blood and arrogance! and most of the desolate people have already lost these two things.

Since ancient times, where there is oppression, there is resistance, we have lost the indomitable spirit of Wang Xi, we have lost the scholarly spirit of King Wen, and we have lost the martial arts chivalry of King Wu, what more can we lose? What else can we lose? Heaven and man are bent on controlling the Fog Realm, are we willing to be manipulated by others for the rest of our lives?"

There is rain falling in the courtyard, on the border in the distance, the empire and the army of the desolate people have officially fought together, in the battlefield, the most important thing is the enemy's good head, countless people fell here, before they could stand up, they were heavily stepped into the dirt by the feet of others again, the monks in such a battlefield, it seems incomparably small, the immortals who fly away from the sky are cut into several pieces by the soldiers like chopping vegetables.

The Great Wall guard Xuanyuan Wuhou stood on the city wall in a white robe, different from the past, there was another general wearing blood-red armor in front of him, the general carried his hands behind his back, his long hair flew in the wind, his face was angular, and his big eyes were bright, if Wu Ming was here, he could recognize it at a glance, this person was his second senior brother Xuanyuan Qingrou.

It's just that today's Xuanyuan is gentle, wearing a red robe for red armor, and the feminine aura on his body is no longer there, but a bad aura, which is daunting, and everywhere he looks, countless monks, no one dares to look at him.

The battle in the distance was fierce, Xuanyuan Wuhou frowned, and asked in a low voice: "General, according to the original plan, we should need dozens of days to launch an attack, why did the general suddenly order the siege today?"

"My little junior brother is on the grassland, how can they let so many people chase him with peace of mind. The voice was not loud, but it made the entire Fog Bright Realm clearly listen to the truth of the Dikun Palace.

Mo Shang grassland, in the Goshawk King's Mansion, the two have been looking at each other in the rain for a long time, Wu Ming's clothes are all wet, and his hair is also wet on his face, while Zhao Xuan, the goshawk king, has an aura surrounding his body, isolating the rain, even in the rain, he did not wet the corners of his clothes.

Zhao Xuan spoke: "The king of people wants the unification of the fog and the Ming realm, Zhao Xuan He didn't want to, but the heavenly people have infiltrated the fog and the ming realm, and this war is imperative. ”

"Since the Goshawk King understands that this war needs to end as soon as possible, why not follow along, unite with those desolate people who don't want to start a war, and end this unnecessary war as soon as possible, the longer it drags on, the greater the harm to the Fog Realm, we don't know what kind of attitude the desperate celestials will come to this world. ”

"Hundreds of years ago, in order to be able to expel the desolate people, I voluntarily came to this grassland, I originally thought that I would become a loner, but I didn't expect the desolate people to accept me, I settled here, I met the people I loved all my life here, my heart is in the empire, but I can't be sorry for the desolate people, you go, the king of people, when the heavenly people come, I will appear, but the war between the desolate people and the empire, forgive me for not participating. ”

Zhao Xuan still didn't get up, and when the fishing rod waved, a colorful koi jumped out of the water, sprinkling countless brilliance, Wu Ming only felt that the time was passing in front of him, and when he looked again, he was already standing in front of the Goshawk Palace, and the gate of the palace was slowly closing.

This is also a matter of no choice, the bitterness in Zhao Xuan's heart, Wu Ming can also understand one or two, the other party has done enough for the empire, and he has no right to ask the other party to do more for himself, the matter has come to this, he just made a deep gesture in the direction of the Goshawk Palace, and then turned to leave.

There are not many desolate monks in the sky, after Wu Ming returned to the inn, he had already learned the news from Mu Ling'er that the desolate man and the empire had started a war, which made him have some doubts, after all, he had discussed this matter with Xuanyuan Wuhou before, and the time for the official attack should be dozens of days, why did he start a war now, could it be that the desolate man took the initiative to attack?

No matter what the reason is, Wu Ming understands that he has to speed up his pace, otherwise when the war heats up, it will be too late, since there are fewer monks in the sky looking for him, then continue to move forward.

During the day, the four of them set off again in disguise and headed towards the deeper grassland, Mu Ling'er felt that this trip was too boring, so she took the white tiger to find the stimulation she wanted, and promised Wu Ming that when they were threatened, she would immediately appear by their side.

Mu Ling'er's own strength is strong, coupled with the ability of the Void Tiger to shuttle through space, in the Fog Realm, there are very few people who can catch her, so Wu Ming is not worried, she will leave if she wants to, and the remaining three people, without Mu Ling'er's living treasure, will be even more dull.

Si Kouqi's personality is the kind that doesn't like to talk, and Wu Ming and Yu Wanting, after the quarrel on the Peeping Sky Tower, the relationship between the two has become very delicate.

Fortunately, it was not very far from the next place they were going to, and it would not be particularly embarrassing along the way, and the war had started, and most of the deserted civilians would end their herding life and look for shelter in the city, so along the way, Wu Ming and they did not see a few tents that were common on the grassland.

And if there is a place on the grassland where the tents will never be removed, it must be these tents in front of Wu Ming and them, because there is a strong man of the human race here, Xiao Enemy, he was dissatisfied with King Wu just expelling the desolate people, instead of killing them all, he left the empire angrily, and took his family to the grassland to station, ignoring the world.

At first, there were many desolate people who wanted to get rid of this immeasurable imperial human race, but after repeated failures, they could only let him stay on the grassland, he became an imperialist among desolate people, a desolate man in the empire, he couldn't enjoy any side of the benefits, he seemed to be the most special individual in the world.

But he doesn't care, on the grassland, sheltering his own small world, living and working in peace and contentment, the Iron Horse Binghe of the year has long since left with the departure of King Wu, he is unwilling to admit those desolate people, and he is not willing to admit that cowardly empire.

Wu Ming walked into the tent group, the people living here seemed to have not noticed him, they were all doing their own work, chatting, working hard, relaxed and leisurely, dozens of tents were all about the same size, Wu Ming couldn't tell where to go to find Xiao Di, in desperation, he could only ask a lady on the side of the road.

"Auntie, don't you know that this is where Xiao Di's predecessors live?"

The eldest lady put down the needlework in her hand, and after scanning Wu Ming up and down suspiciously, she said: "Young man, do you have anything to do with Lord Xiao? If you just want to find shelter, then it is not so troublesome, you can directly find a place to live in our small village, as long as you IAEA does not take the initiative to cause trouble, when trouble comes to the door, Lord Xiao will naturally protect you." ”

No wonder the people here don't care at all about Wu Ming, who just came here, it seems that it is because after the war, too many people came here to look for refuge, so they are not surprised, but this also shows that this Xiao Di is indeed a good person, even if he doesn't know someone, he is willing to give him shelter.