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The verdant mountains and forests, which were originally as quiet as a paradise, are no longer as beautiful and tranquil as before.

The flock of birds that had inhabited this forest for generations flew up from the branches because of the fright, formed a black cloud in the air, and then quickly dispersed, falling in all directions, and at the bottom of the forest, the small stream that moistened the green space on both sides, was also dyed a terrible red by the large amount of blood flowing from above.

The sounds of fighting, roars, screams, clashing swords, neighing of horses, as both sides completely tore their skins and prepared to fight to the death, were endless.

The sharp weapons that have been tempered thousands of times, just like their own materials, coldly and emotionlessly repeat the actions of stabbing, stabbing, slashing, cutting and so on, exerting their natural mission, and quickly taking away the lives that were still alive just now.

Their owners have slowly lost what they have left of their sanity with the passage of time.

At this moment, in their eyes, there are only two types of people left in the whole world.

It's either a companion or an enemy.

In their already difficult minds, there was only one thing left that they didn't need to think about anymore, and that was killing.

No need to think, no need to think, no need to hesitate, all one has to do is to wield their weapons and send them into the enemy's body with all their might, that's all!

That's the most frightening thing about war.

This is the huge impact that the group has on the individual, it can make a recruit who cowers before going into battle, and is even so afraid that he can't even stand up straight, he can dash forward fearlessly, it can make those children who are cowardly and don't even dare to kill chickens, or the good people who know the law and obey the etiquette, and are so kind that even beggars on the street will feel sorry for them, and in the blink of an eye, they will become a terrible murderer.

It is impossible for those who have witnessed this, those who are in the midst of it, those who have been in the midst of blood and slaughter, not to be affected by it unless they have a will as strong as a diamond.

Because everyone's subconscious will tell you that on this battlefield, there are only two possibilities: killing and being killed.

Almost all of them were unconsciously waving the weapons in their hands, doing their best to kill the enemy in front of them as quickly as possible, because they knew that if they didn't do so, they would be the ones who would fall the next moment.

In order to survive, they had to do it.

There is no time to think more, there is no other choice to choose from, they are the outcasts of fate, and there is only one way to break in front of them.

They could only be bold and rush forward with their companions pretending to be fearless.

Because by doing so, they have a better chance of surviving than if they cowered and hid behind the group.

Feed the cold weapon into the enemy's body, then quickly pull it out, and if the enemy still resists, stab it again, pull it out again until the opponent falls, and that's it.

At this moment, there is only killing!

A thin-bladed scimitar suddenly landed on the fragile neck with a huge force, and the sharpness of the blade itself through polishing, coupled with the strength of the user, made it instantly cut the most vulnerable part of the unlucky bastard's body underneath.

The rough black skin, which only blocked less than a hundredth of the other party's breath, weakly parted to the two sides, and underneath, the bright red flesh and those terrifying veins were exposed, the blood vessels ruptured, and the blood that had lost its restraint shot out violently.

The scorching blood fell on the murderer's face, and even his eyes were blurred, but the blade in his hand did not stop, because the other party had not yet fallen, he breathed a new breath, and added another force to his hand, and the blade fell down again, all the way through thorns and thorns, without hindrance, until it met a hard bone.

"Click!"

Just hearing it, it made the people next to him feel worried, and the sound of weak legs and feet suddenly sounded.

The blade was stuck in the bone, and no matter how hard its owner tried, it couldn't move down a bit.

And at this moment, the neck of the unlucky guy at the bottom has been cut in half, and the head on it, which has lost its support point, has fallen to the other side in a crooked and strange state, full of fear, pain, anger, hatred and other complex emotions, these inner thoughts are unreservedly presented on the face, all intertwined.

But what broke the viewer's heart the most was the brief sobriety at that moment, as well as the instinctive attachment to life.

He may have killed many people before, otherwise he would not have been brought here by his master today, but he still fell today, fell here, and met his inevitable fate.

In fact, he is not old, it should be said that he is very young.

He was only sixteen years old, and even according to the Rakshasa clan's lifespan, which was much shorter than that of the people of the surrounding countries, if there was no accident, he would at least have nearly twenty years to live.

If he can eat three meals a day, he still has 20,000 meals to eat, and if he can walk 30 miles a day, he still has thousands of mountains and rivers that he has not been to.

There are so many wonders in the world, he has never seen them, so many delicacies, he has never smelled them.

He hadn't even tasted a woman yet, and even in the Rakshasa clan, there was very little talk of love.

But after all, there are still too many possibilities and wonders in his life, isn't it?

But all this, today, has been ruthlessly ended.

He fell, but at that moment, he also stabbed the broadsword in his hand into the opponent's abdomen, and then slashed it hard.

Large strands of blood gushed out as if they had found a vent, and the black skin retreated helplessly to both sides as the blade spread, and the stench of intestines flowed out of the huge wound.

Both of them hit each other's vital points in an instant, and both of them clutched the weapons in their hands, and even at the last moment of their respective lives, they never gave up the desire to kill each other.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two young men, who had lost their lives, fell weakly and landed in the small river below, making a big splash.

It's a pity, that's all, their lives have never made any waves in this world, and the scenery they finally shed for this world is only limited to this small stream.

And this is just an insignificant part of the entire battlefield, and the same thing is happening everywhere in this small battlefield at the same time.

Although Ashina is huge, very inflexible, and for many years, he has been intoxicated with wine and wealth, if this kind of person was born in the human race, he is just an ordinary prince who is profligate, but at this moment, on this battlefield, his combat effectiveness is extremely outstanding thanks to those hundreds of catties of seemingly useless fat.

A sufficient amount of fat ensured that he was very difficult to be fatally injured, even if he was pierced by a sharp weapon, as long as the length was not enough, it would be difficult to break through the layers of yellow fat, and really hurt the flesh and internal organs that were extremely well protected inside.

Hundreds of catties of fat made him move with great lethality, even if he came this time, he was all good at various tribes, but he didn't dare to fight him.

Everyone can imagine that if they were slapped by that big hand like a fan, they would never be more comfortable than a cow.

Not only that, Ashina is also good at long-range attacks, although the long whip in his hand full of spikes looks a little bad because of the lack of practice, but fortunately, there are many people on the opposite side, as long as he is not too biased, it is not difficult to draw it to the enemy, and even if it is just a moment, it is enough to hurt the muscles and bones.

"Godani, let's divide life and death one-on-one!"

After another whip knocked down one of the opponents, Ashna suddenly roared loudly and sent a war letter to Godani in the distance.

Compared with Ashina's huge younger brother, Godani is obviously much weaker, and he is not very bold, so he only dares to hide behind his subordinates, and he only dares to sneak attack when he sees the opportunity, and at this moment he suddenly hears a loud shout, and then looks at Ashina's fierce appearance like a god of war, where do you dare to really go up and fight with him, just loudly command his subordinates to let them meet him.

"Go, kill him, kill him, kill him!"

He yelled, his face was a little panicked, he even had a hint of retreat in his heart, after all, staying here, the danger was too great, and their side might not be able to beat Ashina, and if they dragged it on, they might not even be able to run away in the end, but if they left quickly, at least as long as they returned to Huangsha County, because of the rules of the Liangguo people, the other party might not dare to make a move on them again, and they could continue to deal with Ashina at that time.

The people of Liangguo have a saying, how to say, stay in the green mountains, and don't worry about no firewood.

He had already secretly made up his mind, and when he went back, he must make more promises, even if it was to let himself serve the other party as the master, as long as he could use the other party's power to kill Ashina, kill this only competitor, and kill this madman!

Only by killing Ashna can he be safe!

However, while Godani was still weighing, he only felt a sudden darkness in front of him, and a sharp pain almost made him faint.

He lowered his head, the tip of the knife piercing through his left chest.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he struggled to look back, only to see a familiar figure.

"Why。。。。。。 ”

He asked with difficulty, his eyes full of doubt, but the betrayer only increased his force and tried to stab the knife a little deeper, but he immediately followed with a miserable cry, for Godani's men had already reacted, and several knives fell on him one after another.

Godani fell with the betrayer.

The eldest son of the former chief of the Goshawk tribe, a strong contender for the position of chieftain, and perhaps the second Khan of the Gara Khanate, this is a figure who may go down in history in the future, a man who may not become a hero of the entire Brahmana tribe, he still has so many ideals to be realized, and he still has so many things to do.

When he ascends to the throne, everything will be different, the Galohan Congress will get rid of the invisible control of the Liang people, and the entire history of the Brahmana will turn a new page!

He even fantasized about the praise that would be given to him in the afterlife.

Lord of Brana, the great hero who saved the entire race, the king of Garakhan who led the Brahmana to a better tomorrow, the son of the Allah, the god of the desert, the great Godani the Great。。。。。。

"I, I, I am, great, great。。。。。。 ”

He couldn't finish the sentence, his pupils slowly dilated, and the vitality of his whole person was rapidly passing with the fatal wound.

The world swirled and then slowly darkened.

He could no longer stand up, and there was no Godani in this world.

He's dead. ()

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