Even if it withered, the tree still gave people a very gentle feeling, and if it weren't for the illusion, I think the tree would have exuded an incomparably friendly Qi field at this time.

Soon, a moving fire appeared in the forest below the sacred tree, and I could imagine that it was the Black King and his soldiers approaching the sacred tree.

After a while, the light of the fire reached the foot of the sacred tree, and I saw several narrow ladders rising up along the tree, which were supposed to be siege ladders, and they were obviously lengthened, growing a lot longer than the surrounding trees.

Then there were rattan armor soldiers who immediately went up the ladder, and each of them carried a person behind their backs.

Because of the distance, I couldn't see it clearly at first, and it wasn't until the rattan armor soldiers worked together to nail the people on their backs to the trunk of the tree that I realized that they were carrying dead villagers.

In my dreams, there have been many people whose foreheads have been pierced by iron nails, but now it seems that the tool used by the rattan armor soldiers to nail the corpses should be the spears in their hands.

When the corpses were nailed to the tree, the blood-soaked sacred tree seemed to gradually regain its vitality.

I could feel the tree slowly waking up from its dying edge. The scent that can emanate from it is no longer comfortable. Under the light of the moon, wisps of black gas appeared around the white trees.

Du Kang frowned, and said to himself, "What a heavy grievance." ”

Indeed, even in my fantasies, I could sense the resentment coming from the sacred tree, which emanated from the corpses of the villagers.

There were more and more corpses nailed to the body of the tree, and finally they were densely packed, like scales attached to the bark of the tree, and the wind was strong at the heights, and some of the corpses were still shaking with the wind.

As the sky began to lighten, one of the vine armor soldiers stood at the top of the ladder and threw a long rope into the thick branch thirty meters high, and then he climbed up the branch along the rope.

I saw him walk to the edge of the branch with the rising sun, and the sun shone on his face, but I couldn't make out his expression.

He took a slender object from his waist, placed it on his forehead, and then jumped from a thirty-meter-high branch.

There was a muffled sound in the trees in the distance, and it sounded faint to me because of the distance.

After him, a large number of vine armor soldiers climbed the branches one after another, and jumped off the branches in exactly the same position.

A continuous muffled sound came from the side of the sacred tree, and the lives that had fallen near the sacred tree seemed to have been transformed into some kind of nourishment, absorbed by the sacred tree little by little.

I could feel the resentment on the sacred tree, and in addition to the resentment, I also vaguely felt a trace of grief from the sacred tree, as if it was grieving for those who died.

But when the sun rises completely, this sorrow turns into anger and mania.

The trunk of the sacred tree twisted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and on his branches, new shoots sprouted from the red branches, and quickly grew into new leaves.

Looking at the new canopy as red as blood, I felt an inexplicable sense of depression in my heart, as if the tree was about to fall down on my side, even though its vitality had become extremely strong.

There were no more rattan armor soldiers climbing the sacred tree, and all the soldiers in the village and the villagers had died, except for the Black King, who was the only one alive.

In fact, we are not sure whether the Black King is still alive or not.

Liang Houzai looked back at the entrance of the village and frowned: "Which rattan armor soldiers?" ”

Didn't all the vine armor soldiers die on the side of the sacred tree, why did Liang Houzai ask like this?

I was puzzled, and gave Liang Houzai a puzzled look, and Liang Houzai's gaze happened to meet me, and he explained to me: "When the Great Witch was stabbed, several rattan armor soldiers were on fire. But when the Black King left here with the army, whether it was in the team or here, were there any of those people? ”

Hearing him say that, I also felt a little abnormal.

At this time, Du Kang, who was standing beside me, said: "For some trivial things, the evil god will not remember so clearly, it may have forgotten those vine armor soldiers. Alright, let's go to the Sacred Tree and have a look, maybe the Black King is still there. ”

I nodded, and led everyone towards the Sacred Tree, in fact, even if the Black King was not there, I wanted to take a closer look at the condition of the Sacred Tree.

But when we left the village road and were about to walk towards the sacred tree, the surrounding scenery shook violently again.

After the shock ended, the day turned into night again, and the silent Dazhai became extremely noisy again.

I rubbed my eyes, tried my best to soothe the discomfort caused by the concussion just now, and then looked in the direction where the noise came from, and saw that the Dazhai was already surrounded by soldiers.

These soldiers included rattan armor soldiers and Han Chinese wearing piercing armor, and they gathered around the village, as if preparing to climb over the wall.

We don't know when this army came here, or what happened in Dazhai before they came. I just saw that the walls of Dazhai had become very dilapidated, and there were still traces of scorching in some places. I think that before this, the Black King may have set fire to the entire Dazhai, but except for the residence of the Great Witch, the houses in the Dazhai are separated from the wall, so the fire did not completely engulf the wall.

There are too many people in Dazhai, and we still don't dare to approach, so we can only look at it from afar.

At this time, a fire was also lit at the end of the village road, and a group of people and horses were hurrying towards Dazhai.

As they got closer, I noticed that one of them was Wutuo, who had escaped from Dazhai, and there was a vague figure beside him. The man was riding a tall horse with light armor, and I could see the horse, but I couldn't see the person sitting on the horse, and his body was covered in a very dense white mist, just as the sacred tree had been shrouded in white mist.

As he approached the entrance of the village, Uto stopped, and he looked at the ruined village.

The man on horseback also stopped, and I heard him speak: "Is that the corpse of the Great Witch of Heke?" ”

His voice sounded so close and far away that it was very unreal.

Uto sighed and said, "It's the corpse of the Great Witch and his son, the mountain horse. ”

The man on horseback shouted, "Bury them." ”

Immediately, a vine armor soldier walked over quickly, carefully carrying away the corpses of the mountain horse and the great witch. It was only at this time that I found out that the corpses of the mountain horse and the great witch had already decomposed, and it seemed that a long time had passed since the blood sacrifice took place under the sacred tree.

Liang Houzai leaned into my ear, pointed to the man on horseback and said, "That's King Yelang." ”

I asked him, "Can you see what he looks like?" ”

Liang Houzai shook his head: "That horse is called a hundred lizards, and it is the mount of that generation of Yelang King. ”

I nodded, and looked at the horse again.

Although I have been in the Qinghai grassland for more than half a year, and I have seen horses and often ride horses, I have not learned how to use horses. So I don't know if the horse is good or not, only that it is much taller than a normal horse, and its fur is very soft and shiny.

It wasn't until the bodies of the mountain horse and the great witch were carried away from the entrance of the village that the king of Yelang, who was riding on the horse, asked Utuo: "The black king is now in the stockade, do you want to go with this king?" ”

Uto shook his head: "I don't want to see him." ”

"But Utuo," said King Yelang, "I need someone to record what happened in Dazhai as it is." This incident may become a curse that the Yelang royal family will never be able to get rid of. ”

Uto: "Whose curse?" ”

Yelang King: "It's the ancestor of the ancestors." But you can't write like that, in your history books, you have to say that the curse was imposed on us by the mountain demon. ”

Uto looked at King Yelang in a daze, and after a long time, he said, "However, I don't know how the people in the village died. ”

"There is no need to know," said King Yelang, "as long as you know how the sacred tree died." ”

Hearing King Yelang's words, Utuo's eyes widened suddenly: "Is the Great King going to kill the Holy Tree?" But Dawu said that without the holy tree, Yelang's national fortunes would change. ”

King Yelang corrected: "It's not that the National Games will change, it's that our Yelang Kingdom will disappear forever." Udto, perhaps, in a few thousand years, no one will know that there was such a kingdom in the world, and no one will know that we once existed. ”

Uto looked at King Yelang in a daze, and didn't say a word for a long time.

After a long time, King Yelang sighed and said, "So I need some people to record the last hundred years of the history of the Yelang Kingdom, maybe future generations can see your handwriting." In this case, at least it proves that we existed. ”

After saying this, King Yelang pinched the horse's belly with his legs and drove the horse towards Dazhai. Uto stood silently, looking at the back of the Yelang King and falling into a long contemplation.

There were too many people in Dazhai for us to dare to go over, but now we already knew that King Yelang was going to attack the sacred tree, so we went to the sacred tree first and waited.

We avoided the main road and looked for a path in the woods to the vicinity of the sacred tree.

In the middle of summer, the two corpses of the Great Witch and the Mountain Horse were decomposed, but they had not yet reached the point where only bones remained. But the people near the sacred tree had died a few hours later than them, but they had already turned into white bones.

The sacred tree was extremely lush, but all the vegetation within a hundred meters of it had withered, and the soil had turned as red as rust, giving off a strong rancid smell.

We took Lao Yang to climb a relatively high tree, where we could overlook the scene of the sacred tree, and then we waited for a long time before King Yelang came here with a large group of men.

The thick white mist enveloped the Yelang King tightly, but the huge axe in his hand was very clear. He rode his horse to the Sacred Tree, as if to carefully check the condition of the Sacred Tree, and after a long time, King Yelang sighed, he drove his horse back more than ten meters, and said a word to his soldiers: "Cut." ”

The soldiers standing in the front row walked up to the sacred tree and picked up their axes on the pilgrimage tree.

When the first axe cut through the skin of the sacred tree, blood flowed from the wounds of the sacred tree.

The blood had a very strong rusty smell and was very pungent.

Several soldiers standing near the sacred tree hesitated for a moment, and the Yelang King shouted again: "Keep cutting!" They continued to swing their axes.

The trunk of the sacred tree looked very hard, and several people chopped the axes to the ground, and only partially chopped the skin of the sacred tree.

In order to speed up the cutting of the tree, King Yelang sent more than a dozen people, and two groups of people simultaneously lowered the axe from both sides of the sacred tree, and cut it down little by little towards the center of the trunk.

Whenever someone gets tired, the Yelang King will let someone else replace them. Exhausted, people walked away from the sacred tree, and people walked over with axes.

At first, the sacred tree would bleed like a human when it was cut, but as the breach in the tree got closer to the center of the tree, the blood that flowed out became scarcer.