"In that war, we fought to a draw with foreign forces and began a perennial war of attrition......"

The old man's words seemed to unfold a magnificent picture, giving Yan Xing a glimpse of that fabulous era for the first time.

Drums and horns are ringing, the wind is gusting with horses, the golden iron horse, swallowing mountains and rivers!

It was definitely a battle for the ages, with countless strong men turning into soldiers, and the strongest being the commanders, fighting endlessly with people from foreign lands!

How glorious the Eastern Cadre Realm was in ancient times, covering the sky and changing the sun, fooling two huge extraterritorial forces, and even more so on a par with them in the war.

What a brilliant achievement for one plane to face hundreds of planes without losing immediately!

The old man's tone became more and more sad: "I don't know how many years that ancient war lasted, the lives were devastated, the endless corpse mountain, the sea of blood, this half-plane was completely dyed red, and now the sky is still the color of blood dilution. ”

The sky was actually dyed this color with blood, Yan Xing was skeptical, but he could hear how tragic the war was back then.

Yan Xing asked, "Is the red Gobi outside all made of blood?"

The old man was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, just blood and corpse can't become like this, there must be more reasons for this that I don't know." ”

"The city we live in is a fortress built during the war, providing a suitable place for soldiers to live and rest, so we can thrive here to this day. ”

The old man recalled for a while before continuing: "After the war, we gradually lost the two powers, and they could continuously transfer troops from other planes, and we gave everything at the beginning, and finally to the point where there was no one available, and only a few great powers were still alive..."

"It stands to reason that we will definitely lose, but now the Eastern Qianjie has not been occupied. Yan Xing couldn't help but say.

"Because we won, that's the weirdest part. The old man sighed and said, "The ancestor did not leave any truth, only said that this matter cannot be traced back and cannot be explored, otherwise there will be a shocking disaster, which is a disaster that will destroy the world." ”

It's just a piece of history, and history can't kill people.

Yan Xing believed in the existence of the Great War in the Ancient Ages, believed that the people in the ancient era were strong enough to move mountains and reclaim the sea, and also believed that at that time, there were countless talents in the Eastern Cadre Realm, and their abilities were against many planes.

But he only does not believe that a piece of history will become a taboo and cannot be known by future generations, and it is possible that the truth has been demonized from generation to generation.

"You must not seek the truth, it may affect our clan. The old man saw that Yan Xing was unimpressed, and his words were very heavy, and he looked at him with a frown, not pretending.

The old man said nervously: "It is said that my grandfather once left the tribe alone to seek the truth, and at first everyone thought he was dead, but he came back more than ten years later. ”

"There are brute beasts in the ancient battlefield, and it is possible to survive for more than ten years. Yan Xing pursed his lips, not thinking anything weird.

"But by that time he had gone mad, his eyes were blind, and his hands were chained with locks that could not be unlocked, as if someone had brought him all the way back!"

At this, the old man's face turned pale, as if he sensed something, and he looked suspiciously in the direction of the city gate, as if there was something there.

Hearing this, Yan Xing chuckled in his heart, he suddenly felt a biting chill, and his intuition told him that this matter should be true.

How did a blind madman go out and come back after more than ten years?! And he was handcuffed!

"Uncle... You didn't mean to make up a story to scare me, did you? "Yan Xing has to take this matter seriously, if what the old man said is true, then it is really extraordinary.

The old man glared at Yan Xing fiercely: "I won't joke about my grandfather, he died a few days after he came back, and people didn't dare to bury him in the village at that time, for fear of causing trouble, so they buried him somewhere in the ancient battlefield." ”

He tirelessly repeated a phrase in his last days. ”

"What?"

"Damn Dongqian, don't go back, keep it, keep it!" After saying this, the old man was silent, unwilling to say anything more.

"Looks like your grandfather did find something. Yan Xing fell into thought.

Judging from this sentence, the Eastern Qianjie must have experienced an earth-shattering event, and then it attracted heaven's 'heavenly punishment'! Moreover, this incident cannot be traced back, and it seems that it will cause very bad consequences, so the old man's grandfather will not forget to warn future generations after he went crazy.

As for the word 'keep', it may be a reminder of that event, or it may be an order for future generations.

Since he didn't want future generations to trace that incident, he would definitely not leave a hint, so he directly ruled out the possibility of the first one.

The word 'keep' has many meanings, to keep a secret, to keep this city, or to keep this plane.

These two words are a hint of the future, and the most useful information for the present, and he commands future generations to be sure to hold on to something.

If we make a bold guess and say that we are talking about defending the Eastern Cadre Boundary, does that indicate that the Eastern Cadre Boundary will face foreign forces in the future?

The more Yan Xing thought about it, the more he felt that his scalp was numb, the Eastern Cadre Realm did not have as much power as in ancient times, and if foreign forces invaded again, the Eastern Cadre Realm would have no ability to resist, and there was only one possibility of being occupied.

He shook his head, trying to throw out these bad speculations, but he felt even more that the ancestor was reminding future generations that a catastrophe was coming, and to protect this realm.

"Hopefully I'm thinking too much. Yan Xing comforted herself.

When the old man saw him, he said, "What's the matter?"

Yan Xing glanced at him and said sharply, "I just regret that I can't know more." ”

The old man looked at him deeply, and finally could only sigh.

"If you want to seek the truth, it is a road to death, I can't stop you, I just hope that you can complete the agreement between us first. ”

Yan Xing nodded and said, "Say it, what do you want me to do." ”

"It's simple for you. ”

The old man got up from his chair and walked to the door, looking at the people sitting by the campfire in the distance, the old man's clear eyes reflected the shaking firelight, and his face was full of tenderness.

He whispered, "I hope you can give us hope." ”

Yan Xing didn't know why, but he heard him say to himself.

"We are a forgotten clan. His tone was emotional and sad.

"After the end of the Great War of Antiquity, the ancient battlefield was shattered and extremely unstable. If this half-plane collapses, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood will pour into the Dongqian realm, and the horrors left behind after the war will also cause disasters. ”

"So we Dugu Yimai began to stabilize this world, protect this city, and the Eastern Qianjie provided us with materials every five hundred years, so that we had enough ability and energy to protect this place. The old man recounted the story of the clan and immersed himself in it.

Yan Xing couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want to defend this city, instead of sharing it with the races of the Eastern Qianjie?"

The old man's eyes flashed, and he said proudly, "Because our clan is enough!"

"How powerful our Dugu clan was back then! We can repair the half-plane, we can raise brute beasts, and the strong are like clouds, dominating one realm!" the old man said very excitedly, and his voice trembled a little.

"But people are forgetful, as the ancient battlefield was gradually restored, the Eastern Qianjie forgot about us, no one provided us with supplies, and no one remembered us heroes in ruins. At this, the old man was silent for a moment.

"Later, the ancient battlefield became more and more strange, and many things that did not make sense began to appear. We can repair the ancient battlefield, but we can't deal with what is buried in the ground. Ancient corpses have undergone corpse transformation, causing several corpse disasters, countless casualties, and we have gradually decayed to the point where we are now. He sighed.

Yan Xing couldn't help but sigh for a while after hearing this, the huge clan in the past chose to garrison here in order to protect the Dongqian Realm, but in the end it was forgotten by the world, destroyed by the disasters left over from ancient times, and now it can only survive on this demonic land.

This is not a tragedy for the Dugu clan, but a tragedy for the entire Eastern Qianjie.

The old man stared at Yan Xing's eyes and said sincerely: "If this continues, our Dugu clan will be cut off sooner or later, I want to ask you to save us and take us out of here." ”

Expected request...

Yan Xing was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "The story is well told, but I'm just a young dragon, and it's impossible to take more than a hundred people." ”

As far as Yan Xing knows, only those who hold the token of the ancient battlefield can leave here, and the opening time of the ancient battlefield is four months, which means that those who hold the token will be teleported out after four months.

If you want to go out, you have to grab other people's tokens, and the tokens are all in the hands of the disciples of the big forces, their strength is extraordinary, and they move in groups, it is difficult to break them one by one.

Even if you grab it, after you go out, you will face the major forces, and you will grab other people's tokens to use, and the end is self-evident.

Not to mention that there are several Yuan Infant Stage powerhouses outside who are waiting for Yan Xing to go out.

The old man smiled and said, "I never thought that everyone could get out, you just need to take the brutes with you." ”

"You mean Duguman?" Yan Xing asked uncertainly.

The old man nodded, his eyes shining with hope.

......

Yan Xing walked out of the tent, and he finally agreed to the old man's request.

It was already evening, the breeze was blowing a little cool, and the bonfire was about to burn out, leaving only a faint light of the fire, swaying the shadows of a few people.

There were no stars and moons in the sky of the ancient battlefield, it was pitch black and chaotic, and the distant black city wall appeared in the night.

In a trance, it looked like a silent guard, covered in pitch-black armor, holding a halberd, with a sea of blood in front of it that had dried up for thousands of years, a mountain of corpses buried underground, and a lonely clan behind it.

It stood motionless for 10,000 years, full of traces of stories written by swords.

The old man told Yan Xing that Dugu Man was different from other children since he was a child, his strength was better than that of a bull, his body was like fine iron, and he was a rare genius.

"Gotta find a way to get the token..."

Yan Xing muttered to himself and walked to the tent that the Dugu clan had specially prepared for himself, he also had to take a good rest.