As the land of Hebei stabilized, Zhao Kong's Native Qi luck was also rising.

And because he has Ziwei sub-life, he is naturally compatible with the fortune of the dynasty.

Others occupy the four states of Hebei, which can only be regarded as a powerful dragon, and Zhao Kong, under the strengthening of Ziwei's deputy life, already has the atmosphere of a true dragon emperor.

"That's right, this world is the fragmented world of the primeval flood desolation, and the ancient heavenly court also originated from the primeval desolation, so the crape myrtle sub-life obtained there is as effective as staying in this world!"

Sensing the change in his own luck, Zhao Kong's heart was overjoyed.

Originally, he thought that he would at least wait until the world was unified before he could gain the approval of the dimensional consciousness, so that he could enter the space-time tomb and return to the earth star where he was in his previous life.

Judging from the current situation, maybe if you take another state, you can obtain the true dragon personality of this realm and be recognized by the plane consciousness.

"But it's not easy to get it, Liangzhou and Sili around me are Dong Zhuo's territory, Yanzhou and Xuzhou are the territory of the Central Plains Alliance, and any move is equivalent to launching a unified war."

"But now that Dong Zhuo's magic tower is about to be completed, it is obviously not a good time to start a large-scale war."

"Do you want to send troops from Taiwan Island to take Jiaozhou?"

"This won't work, once I occupy Jiaozhou, it will border all the princes in the world, and it will only be more troublesome at that time."

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Just when Zhao Kong was looking at the map and worried, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the huge grassland in the north.

"By the way, the northern grasslands are completely different from those islands in the South Seas, and after many years of interaction with the Central Plains, the current Xianbei tribes also have their own culture."

"The entire grassland is at least equivalent to the luck of the three states in the Central Plains, and as long as I take the eastern grassland, it will be enough to bring about a change in luck."

"However, it is easy to lay down the grassland, but it is very troublesome to occupy the grassland, and with the current conditions, it is difficult for the Han people to move outside the Saiwai to stabilize."

"And those Xianbei people on the grassland, after hundreds of years of sinicization, it is difficult to really return to a Han people."

Thinking about this, Zhao Kong hesitated for a moment, in fact, he had already thought of a way, but once that thing was used, there was a possibility that it would get out of control.

At that time, if he really gets corpses all over the grassland, I am afraid that he will lose more luck than he has gained.

After hesitating for a while, Zhao Kong still had the upper hand in his gambling nature, after all, with Dong Zhuo on the side, he didn't want to go south to the Central Plains in the past few years.

Even according to the current situation, the three-legged tripod may still appear again, if there is no chance to break the situation, even if the confrontation is possible for a hundred years.

Zhao Kong definitely didn't want to wait that long, so he could only take the risk of taking the eastern grassland.

In February of the fourth year of Chuping (193 AD), nearly one million people were forced by the butcher's knife of the Xiliang army, and a tall tower was finally built in the western suburbs of Luoyang.

The completion of this magic tower took a lot longer than originally expected, and it took about a year and a half before the top of the magic tower was covered.

At the same time, a somewhat strange rumor suddenly spread in the states of Dahan.

Some people say that this strangely shaped tower is a tower of death, which can not only kill enemies thousands of miles away, but also set off uncontrollable plagues everywhere, so that death can spread in the world.

Originally, not many people believed this kind of Shinto rumor, but this time it was constantly discussed by celebrities from all over the world, which made many people half-believe.

Especially the Xiliang Army, which is the main body of the rumors, no one came out to refute the rumors.

Although according to Dong Zhuo's character, Bacheng would not care what others said about him, but Li Ru and other civil officials also remained silent, which made the name of the Tower of Death more and more noisy.

The main body of the magic tower has been built, but it will take a month or two to adjust it before it can be actually used.

However, the elemental energy pool in the tower has been completed, and with this thing bonus, at least within the scope of Henan Yin, Dong Zhuo is already fearless of the world, so he naturally disdains to explain it.

The day after the completion of the magic tower, several tribes in the easternmost part of the central steppe suddenly broke out with a terrible plague.

People who are infected by this plague do not have any obvious symptoms at first, and after four or five days they feel fatigued, and this state lasts for five to ten days, and then they do not wake up at all.

However, these people are not really dead, but have fallen into a deep coma, almost like a vegetative state.

Although very few people died from the plague, the coma of a large number of people also caused panic throughout the grassland.

Tian Feng, who received the information, was quite resolute and immediately blockaded the northern grasslands, and the border counties were neither allowed to enter nor leave, so as to strictly prevent the spread of the plague into the two prefectures of Youhe.

Compared with the Central Plains, which can rely on cities for epidemic prevention, it is difficult for the highly mobile grassland departments to cope with this kind of disaster.

Especially in the past few years, the drought has continued, and even the Central Plains are about to starve to death, and the pasture grass on the grassland is dying in patches.

Therefore, all the Xianbei tribes can only migrate along a few large rivers, and they have to keep moving and changing grasslands, and they can't stay away from the established routes.

Therefore, it is almost inevitable that they will encounter other tribes on the way.

In addition to these steppe tribes, most of the daily necessities can only be obtained through trading, and they themselves have no awareness of epidemic prevention.

Therefore, in just over a month, the major tribes in the central and eastern grasslands were affected by the plague.

However, the plague seems to be only targeting men, and women do not go into a coma, although they are somewhat fatigued after being infected.

This made the Xianbei tribes in the central and eastern parts not completely wiped out in this plague.

Because of this sudden plague, many people who were originally skeptical of the Tower of Death also took the rumors seriously.

However, these people can only criticize a few words, with the strength of the Western Liang Army, no one dares to go to Luoyang to make trouble, let alone demolish the magic tower.

And Dong Zhuo, who had already moved from the palace to the magic tower, suddenly became very interested in the plague outside the fortress.

There were also people in Liangzhou who were affected by the plague during this time, but the methods of the Xiliang army were ruthless enough, and they were directly killed and burned when they encountered such infected people.

Even the people who may have been in contact with them were killed one by one, and only then did they forcibly control the epidemic.

And Sauron had also released plagues to harm the enemy many times in Middle-earth, so he was naturally interested in this highly contagious epidemic.

When several infected people were sent to Luoyang, he soon discovered an interesting thing.

This plague did not arise naturally, but was created by some means.

This method is extremely clever, not only to control the upper limit of the harm of the epidemic, so that the infected people will not die directly from the disease.

It also restricts the sex of the victim, so that the fainting male can also be cared for by the female, further reducing the likelihood of death.

Dong Zhuo's eyes rolled a few times, and he was almost sure that this matter should be Chen Wei's doing, and only himself and him would do such a tangled thing.

"Hey, since you're spreading rumors to disgust me, then don't blame me for taking the opportunity to stab you!"

Dong Zhuo looked at the few people who were infected in front of him, and a treacherous smile suddenly appeared on his rough face.

Regarding the rumors of the "Tower of Death", Dong Zhuo didn't need to verify it at all, he could guess that Zhao Kong was sending someone to spread it.

Although public opinion has little impact on him, he will not be happy if he is so disgusted, let alone Dong Zhuo, the demon king.

So although he doesn't know what Zhao Kong wants to do now, it is natural for him to add some chaos to the other party.

However, Dong Zhuo's guess about Zhao Kong still has some deviations.

Because the plague broke out in the central grassland, he mistakenly thought that Zhao Kong wanted to do something to Xianbei in the central region, so Zhao Kong's methods were also used in the central grassland.

However, Zhao Kong wanted to win the hearts of the Xianbei people in the east, and aggravated the contradiction between the two Xianbei, so he blackmailed the tribes in the central Xianbei and the east.

The result was indeed as he wished, and in just over a month, Eastern Xianbei couldn't hold on.

This plague was unlike any other natural disaster. If there is a snow disaster and drought, even if these Xianbei tribes know that Youzhou is not easy to mess with, in order to survive, they dare to go south to plunder.

And now it's different, more than eighty percent of the men in the major tribes are unconscious, and the rest of the people don't want to go south to plunder, even those small counties outside the Great Wall, it is estimated that they can't be attacked.

What's more, the key problem now is that the hundreds of thousands of people are unconscious.

If they can't be rescued, no matter how much supplies they can grab, they won't last long.

Just when the leaders of the tribes were about to go crazy, suddenly a merchant brought good news.

The son of Huang Tian, who occupied the land of Hebei, actually cast a magical spell and healed many patients!

After getting the news, even the Yuwen Department, which had been killed by tens of thousands of young people in Liaodong, sent envoys to Jicheng to ask Zhao Kong for help.

In the case of asking for help, many things will be natural.

In particular, Zhao Kong also made up a set of dog blood theories, saying that Huang Tian and Changshengtian are two sides of the same coin, so he is naturally qualified to become the Lord of Xianbei.

At this time, no matter what Zhao Kong said, the Xianbei people would not refute him, but only begged him to quickly cast a spell to save people, so they all recognized the big leader head-on.

And what Zhao Kong needs is such a name, as long as he can get the unanimous approval of the leaders of all the tribes, and there is no second big leader to compete with him, it won't be long before the luck of the eastern grassland will be blessed on him.

Moreover, he can also indirectly control the Xianbei tribes through trading, plus he goes to the grassland from time to time to pretend to be a ghost, and his luck will not be much slower than in the Central Plains.

Zhao Kong, who thought that he had won the easy gamble this time, was full of joy, but he didn't know what amazing drastic changes had taken place in the central grassland at this moment.

Since he knew that Zhao Kong could dispel the epidemic, Tian Feng sent many scouts to spread all over the grassland.

He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to weaken all the Xianbei tribes, so as not to be raided by these steppe barbarians in the rear when he went south in the future.

In particular, the strongest central grassland is Tian Feng's main target.

At dusk, several scouts ran on the empty and vast grassland, not far away was the Xianbei clan's former Wang Tingdanhan Mountain.

When Tanshi Huai was alive, Danhan Mountain was the core of power in the entire grassland.

It's a pity that his son and Lian Zhi are talented, greedy for money and lustful, and can't control the Xianbei tribes at all, and they were killed by a group of old foxes in the north after only less than a year of succession.

Since then, although Danhan Mountain is still a Xianbei land, it can't even rule the central Xianbei.

With the name of a Xianbei royal court, it has changed hands several times in more than ten years, and it is basically in the hands of the strongest tribe in the central grassland.

Now occupying Danhan Mountain is the Xianbei Bali Division, which has a population of more than 100,000, plus some small tribes that depend on them, at least 60,000 or 70,000 people can be pulled.

Therefore, Tian Feng repeatedly explained to the scouts, and it must be carefully explored here.

Nowadays, there are a lot of cavalry in Hebei, and the people who can become scouts are at least one in ten elites, in addition to riding and martial arts, eyesight is also one of the key requirements.

So a few miles away, they saw a lonely figure, moving slowly near the mountain pass.

Originally, the scouts didn't think much of it, they just thought it was an old man with limited mobility.

But when they got closer to more than 100 meters, they suddenly found that this person was not only in tattered clothes, but also extremely stiff in his movements, and his exposed skin was faintly gray, and the whole person was like a corpse that had been soaked in potion for a long time!

What's even more amazing is that there is an eyeball on this person's face, which fell out of the socket, and it hung there so brightly!

Seeing such a strange situation, the scouts didn't dare to get too close, and they all stopped more than ten meters away from the man, wanting to take a closer look.

The creature with a terrifying face, who did not know whether it was a human or a ghost, suddenly seemed to have woken up from a slumber.

First, his nose twitched violently, and the only remaining one-eyed followed the smell to look at the scouts.

Suddenly, a look of longing flashed in its eyes, like a beast that had been hungry for three days, and suddenly found a delicious prey running to his mouth.

"Roar!"

I saw the man's throat roll, let out a low roar, and a large amount of gray-white disgusting secretions flowed from his filthy mouth.

At the same time, the man changed his previous sluggishness, waved his festering hands, and quickly rushed towards the scouts.

Although its movements were still a little stiff, its straight-line speed was almost galloping, which made everyone stunned.

Even though these scouts are all elites in the army who lick blood with knives, they have never been intimidated even on the battlefield, but now they are frightened by the monsters in front of them.

"Withdraw, this thing isn't a human at all!"

The captain of the scout shouted to the people around him as he drove his horse back.

Their speed was a little slower, though, and the monster rushed to the vicinity in the blink of an eye, tearing at a war horse with its festering hands, its eyes full of bloodthirsty desire.

At the critical moment, the scout was quite sensible, and did not try to fight, but immediately turned over and dismounted, and walked away from his war horse with a reluctant face.

As soon as the other scouts pulled away, they turned around and fired their bows and arrows at the monster, covering their fleeing companions.

To their surprise, the monster ignored the flying arrows and allowed them to penetrate into its body, still burying its head in biting the poor warhorse.

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