"So, he agreed."

In Liu Jian's tent, after hearing Xuanwu's report, Liu Jian was surprised that things were going smoothly, as if he had made the best prediction. Then he laughed again: "He had to agree, this is his last chance." Moreover, I have already given him everything he wants, and the only thing he has to do is to win this duel. Whether he said yes or not, I actually won. He agreed, and I would kill him, and destroy Drogo's last influence. He didn't agree, a warrior so cowardly that he could no longer unite the others in the name of avenging Drogo, and I still won. ”

"Indeed, everything is as you expected, my master."

A huge bonfire ignited in Dothraki's camp, turning what should have been a dark enemy red. The sound of burnt wood peeling made Corso's heart even more manic.

Grabbing a handful of grass from the ground, he let go of his fingers, and the scattered blades of grass were blown away by the strong wind.

"It's windy today."

Corso looked up at the sky, where the stars shone brightly.

"The flaming horses galloping in the sky, I don't know which one bears the soul of my blood." Causo clenched his axilis in both hands and muttered to himself, "O blood of my blood, thou art watching from heaven and watching me avenge thee. If you can see it, then please protect me, and soon I will go after you, whether you succeed or fail. O blood of my blood, I hope you will forgive me, forgive the incompetent Corso for failing to keep you safe. ”

In his trance, he seemed to see a familiar figure, Drogo riding his red steed, smiling at himself in the distance.

The clatter of horses' hooves came down the wind, and the hooves were so heavy that they sounded like bells from hell. Corso suddenly raised his head and looked at the sound of the wind blowing, this heavy horse's hooves like war drums, Corso had only heard it once, but it was like engraved in his soul, and he could never forget it!

In the shadows of the night. Two black shadows tore through the silence of the night, and pressed towards the camp without hurry.

Even from such a distance, Corso could tell the enormity of the warhorse, the other horse next to it, the other man on the other horse, as ridiculous as a dwarf and a pony.

There was only one meeting between Corso and Liu Jian, and that was on the chaotic battlefield, and he accompanied his Kao, and he had seen the wild and unstoppable figure from afar. The figure was like a collapsed mountain. Instantly covered and destroyed the army of Kao, whom he was so proud of.

Liu Jian sat across the conquering king and staggered to the center of Karatha. Xuanwu, as before, held the banner, sat on a horse, and stood beside Liu Jian.

There, a huge bonfire lit up the whole of Karatha, and next to the bonfire stood a topless Dothraki warrior. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, and his athletic body was covered with battle medals and scars. A long, narrow Arak scimitar clenched tightly in his hand. The eyes of Black Onyx stared at him stubbornly, and the hatred and anger in those eyes made Liu Jian easily identify his identity.

No doubt. Drogo's last blood allies - Corso.

Jumping off the back of the King of Conquest, Liu Jian hung the conquest around the neck of the King of Conquest, and walked forward while unchaining the armor on his body: "Drogo's last Blood Alliance Guard, what's the matter, are you anxious to wait?" ”

"That's right, Titankao. I'm really anxious to wait. My scimitar craves for your blood, and every moment is eager to slit your throat, drink your blood and wail! Ke Suo was angry, raised the scimitar in his hand, and pointed directly at Liu Jian: "It's not just our anxiety. My blood, my Kao is looking forward to your soul! ”

"Oh, strong-willed, energetic, that's good." Liu Jian laughed, and with a snap, the live buckles of the armor were all unfastened, and with the sound of dangdang, the iron half-body armor fell on the grass of Raza Ranch. The silk shirt in the inner cover was ripped off by Liu Jian, revealing the strong and toned upper body under the silk shirt.

Then, Liu Jian took off the short axe pinned to his waist and discarded it on the ground like his armor.

"What are you doing?" Ke Suo looked at Liu Jian angrily: "Pick up your weapon, are you going to insult me, Titan?!" ”

"Insult, no, no, no, this is your chance." Liu Jian smiled indifferently and said, "In a head-to-head battle, even Drogo is not my opponent, and you are not. If I take up arms and fight, it will be utter despair for you without a glimmer of hope. Dropping a weapon is not an insult to you, it is to give you a chance. This is my respect for Drogo, and you have to take it. Though...... In the end, all you can get is despair. ”

"Really? Hehehehehe......" Ke Suo laughed angrily, and the fingers clenching the scimitar turned white because of excessive force: "When you die, go to hell, and regret your arrogance!" ”

The battle began, a one-sided battle.

Although Liu Jian took off his armor, discarded his weapon, and even put his hands behind his back, the absolute gap between him and Ke Suo was completely irreparable, whether it was the strength, speed, reflexes, or even combat experience of the two sides, they were not on the same order of magnitude. Driven by anger, Ke Suo frantically waved the Arak scimitar in his hand, his strength and speed were even greater than usual because of anger, but Liu Jian's flexible footsteps made him like a fish swimming in the water, and the Arak scimitar passed by Liu Jian again and again, as if he could almost cut Liu Jian, but this was almost as insurmountable as the abyss, and this abyss was in Liu Jian's hands.

It's easy to beat Corso.

If he wants to kill Ke Suo, Liu Jian only needs to raise his hand.

But that was not Liu Jian's purpose, the purpose of this duel was to destroy the faith of all the resisters in Sidothraki. In order to achieve this, Liu Jian had to create an image for himself, an image of invincibility. One is the image of man rather than God, this invincible and invincible image will weaken Liu Jian's enemy and potential enemy resistance to the greatest extent, and he wants the first thought that comes to the mind of anyone who wants to fight him, that this is impossible, that nothing in this world can defeat him.

This is the reason why he is bored and entangles with Ke Suo, otherwise this is not a third-rate hot-blooded comic, and Liu Jian is not a brain-dead middle two villain who desperately wants to stimulate the protagonist's explosion. Who is idle and bored to play this invisible pretending?

Ke Suo gasped, his eyes like black onyx stared at Liu Jian, the tip of the Arak scimitar hung limply on the ground, and his sturdy chest covered with scars was covered with sweat, shining and slippery in the light of the fire. Anger scorched his soul and gave him endless impulses, but he no longer had the strength to chase after Liu Jian. Like a man chasing the sun. No matter how fast he ran, the sun was always waiting ahead.

The gap between him and Liu Jian is too big, just like an adult and a baby.

"That's all you have to do?" Liu Jian tilted his head, and the corners of his mouth seemed to mock: "If you only have this ability, there is no way to avenge Drogo." ”

Taking a few deep breaths, Liu Jian couldn't see the phenotypic change on Ke Suo's face as his head hung down, looking at the ground. When Ke Suo raised his head again, Liu Jian noticed the change in Ke Suo's eyes. There was no anger in those eyes. But there is no despair in sight, only unwavering hatred.

"yes, that's all I have." Ke Suo looked at Liu Jian, coldly, Liu Jian could feel that something was forming in his eyes.

"But in order to kill you, I am not afraid to fall into hell!"

"Is this posture going to explode?" Liu Jian was a little curious.

Until now, Liu Jian has hardly found anything in this world that can hurt himself, because of this curiosity. Liu Jian chose to take a look to see what Ke Suo wanted to do. What made him not have despair in his eyes.

"Bring me the horses of my blood!" Corso roared loudly, as if to vent.

A horse was quickly brought in, and although all the Coles had betrayed Corso and betrayed his desire to avenge Drogo, there were still those who were willing to follow Corso's orders in this Karasari. It was a red horse. Although it is not as tall as Liu Jian's conquering king. But among the tall Dothrakok breeds, it also stands out a little.

That's Drogo's horse.

Corso muttered words as his palm brushed across the entire Arac scimitar, leaving a bright red mark on the shiny blade.

The red steed suddenly went berserk, trying to break free from the reins. It seemed to smell something bad.

Liu Jian's brows furrowed, and in Ke Suo's thoughts, Liu Jian suddenly had a feeling that something was wrong, as if something very bad was about to happen. It was such a strange feeling that the alarm in his heart was like a wake-up call urging him to act.

"Do you want to do it now?"

If he makes a move now, there is no doubt that Liu Jian's own equipment plan will be frustrated because of this. But don't make a move...... This disgusting feeling that comes with the warning signs is really disgusting.

Time doesn't always wait for anyone, even if you're the protagonist.

At the moment when Liu Jian hesitated to make a move, Ke Suo had already completed his preparation spell, raised the Arak scimitar in his hand and slashed at it. The scimitar sank deep into the red horse's neck, and blood gushed out like a sparkling soda, staining Corso standing in front of him into a bloody man.

"Drogo's blood, help me avenge my hatred!"

"Is this, blood magic?" Liu Jian felt as if his heart had missed a beat, and his whole body was not good.

He knew about blood magic, and in the first five volumes of A Song of Ice and Fire, blood magic frequently showed its power, and the 'witch' from Raza used blood magic to turn Drogo into a soulless vegetative person, so that Daenerys could understand that life was completely meaningless after losing everything.

The red-robed woman Melisandre used the power of blood magic to give birth to a dark shadow who assassinated Stannis's most important rival to the throne, his brother Lanli. Baratheon. Then he cursed the three 'Pseudo-Kings' with blood magic, Baron. Greyjoy, Robb. Stark and Joffrey. Baratheon. All three died shortly after. Greyjoy died after falling off a bridge in a storm. Stark was killed at the Red Wedding, Joffrey. Baratheon, on the other hand, died in a glass of wine with the 'Strangler' added to it after the War of the Five Kings had been largely pacified.

And now, it's clear that Corso is working some kind of blood magic that could be very powerful.

The red steed screamed to death, and Corso spread out his hands, and he was scorching hot from the horse's blood, and slowly turned around.

"Titankao. Invincible Kao, enemy of my blood! Ke Suo turned around slowly, the horse blood all over his body made him as hideous as a demon crawling out of hell, he glared at Liu Jian angrily, and let out a roar of rage, "I will drag you into hell, even if I fall into hell!" ”

"Hopefully this time. I won't pretend to be stupid. Liu Jian said this to himself in his heart, and at the same time became vigilant, making his attention extremely focused.

In this low-magic world called 'A Song of Ice and Fire', what makes Liu Jian most curious is the relationship between dragons and magic, and what makes Liu Jian most wary is blood magic.

Blood magic isn't too powerful, but the problem is that it's just too weird. If it's just plain powerful, then it's nothing, the visible power is avoided, and the key blood magic belongs to the invisible power. It is a sharp blade that pierces from the back and in the shadows. No one knew what kind of effect this strange curse-like magic could have, and Liu Jian didn't want to be accidentally overshadowed by someone with blood magic.

Liu Jian tiptoed a little, picked up a short axe, and held his breath at the same time, he didn't want to inhale the strange white smoke on Ke Suo's body, who knows if that thing was poisonous or not, or if it was mixed with some kind of terrible curse?

It didn't seem like the time to be able to fully pretend to be forced, and he should be more cautious anyway.

With a terrible howl. Ke Suo rushed at Liu Jian again, and Liu Jian noticed that Ke Suo's speed seemed to have become a little faster. But it was not to the extent that he couldn't cope with it, and it was still easy to dodge this knife, but out of prudence, Liu Jian chose to use the short-handled battle axe in his hand to hold this knife.

The moment the swords and axes intersected, Liu Jian felt the battle axe in his hand sink violently.

There is no doubt about the power of Corso. It's also much stronger than in its previous heyday!

But is that all?

Is it only to this extent?

There is no doubt that Corso has indeed gotten stronger.

His speed, his strength was about half as strong as before, and there was no doubt that it was the effect of blood magic. Because there are no doping in this world...... But that's what blood magic does? That's all blood magic has to offer? Just a shot of a potent stimulant?

After such a big battle, chanting incantations for so long, and killing a horse, he made himself bloody and hideous like a demon.

Is the result just one dose of stimulant?

That's all the blood magic works on?

His heart was full of doubts, but Liu Jian knew that he had better end this duel quickly. By now, Cosuo's eyes were already blood-red, not only the whites of his eyes, but even the original black onyx-like pupils had all turned red, and the corners of his eyes were constantly oozing, as if all the capillaries in his eyes had burst. Although he didn't know what kind of effect it would have to be, Liu Jian felt that the situation was getting weirder and weirder.

"We can't go on like this." Liu Jian instantly made up his mind and immediately turned defense into attack. The short axe in his hand slammed upward, unblocking the Arak scimitar in Cosso's hand, and at the same time, his left hand stretched forward and strangled Cosso's neck, and with a click, the sound of bones breaking came, and Cosso's head tilted weakly to the side.

"Whew, it's over."

Liu Jian breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and was about to leave, the strange aura of this place was too strong, and he didn't want to stay for any time anyway.

"Be careful, master!" The moment he turned around, Liu Jian suddenly heard Xuanwu scream in horror, and his eyes behind him were full of disbelief.

"Oops!" Liu Jian's heart was shocked, and he instinctively looked behind him. This is an absolutely wrong choice on the battlefield, at this time, if Liu Jian doesn't care about what is happening behind him, he jumps forward with all his strength, no matter what danger is coming from behind, he can probably avoid it for a few points. But Liu Jian is not a professional warrior after all, although he has been fighting for several months in this world of A Song of Ice and Fire, most of the time he has gone to a crushing victory, and he has never encountered an attack that can threaten him.

The lack of experience made Liu Jian make a wrong judgment.

The moment he turned around, he only saw a bloody knife light.

It was indeed bloody, and the Arak scimitar in Cosso's hand had been smeared with a layer of crimson by Corso with his own blood long ago, and now, this layer of red blood seemed to be glowing.

"Get out of the way!" Liu Jian shouted in his heart!

But it was too late, it happened too suddenly, because of the continuous turn, his posture at this time was too tangled, not enough to make a response at the fastest speed. In the end, all Liu Jian could do was to puff up all the cultivation of the golden bell jar, slightly deviate his neck and body to the side, and let go of the knife attack on the head, while no longer hiding the power to limit himself, the eleventh dragon elephant like a power suddenly burst out from his right arm, crackling from his fingers to his shoulder, and blasted with the power of Wan Jun towards Ke Suo, who was obviously twisted by himself, but was still alive strangely!

How much power the Eleventh Heavy Dragon Elephant had had been in the Panruo Gong, Liu Jian had never tested it before.

He only knew that his strength was much stronger than before, but he was not sure how strong it would be.

This time, the facts gave Liu Jian an extremely vivid impression.

The eleventh dragon slammed into Ke Suo like a mountain of power, and at the moment of force contact, Ke Suo's body obviously paused, and then it was not shot out by Liu Jian, but the whole burst open, and the place hit by Liu Jian disappeared almost instantly, with the place where it was hit as the core, half of Ke Suo's body was like being detonated by a built-in human flesh bomb, and it shattered into a sky of flesh and blood.

And the Arak scimitar that Ke Suo swung out finally left only a knuckle on Liu Jian's shoulder, a small wound of less than three centimeters, and not even much blood was shed. In fact, this wound had just broken through Liu Jian's skin, and it didn't even hurt the flesh.

But this small wound, which was less than three centimeters long and only left a little bit of blood, made Liu Jian frown?

"The bell jar didn't work?" With Kesuo's strength and the sharpness of the Arak scimitar, it was theoretically impossible to hurt Liu Jian, who was protected by the Golden Bell Jar.

But facts are facts...... The fact is that under the aximot of Corso's Arrak, Liu Jian's golden bell jar was easily broken and damaged as if it did not exist. And...... Although there was no evidence, Liu Jian vaguely felt that he seemed to be really pretending to be a fool this time and capsized in the gutter.

"Master?!" Xuanwu hurriedly rushed up and knelt down and said, "It's the incompetence of his subordinates......"

"It's fine, it's just a small wound." Gently waving his hand, Liu Jian frowned and comforted Xuanwu, although he could feel that this wound was definitely not simple, but this kind of thing Xuanwu couldn't help much, so don't let him worry blindly.

"Call those cowards, I'm going to talk to them."

Originally, Liu Jian thought of a lot of means to ensure that he could completely suppress this 12,000-strong Karasa here. But now, he is in no mood to do these things. What happened to Ke Suo and the accident that happened to him made Liu Jian's heart upset, and he couldn't wait to find out the secret hidden here, and more importantly, to find out what kind of follow-up impact this matter would have. And most importantly...... If this matter really has any serious follow-up effects, how should I solve him!

Therefore, after pretending to be unharmed, Liu Jian slightly calmed the Dothraki who were present, and then condemned Corso for using the blood magic forbidden by Dothraki. Liu Jian asked these Kou to lead their original Dothraki to leave behind the Lazarin slaves they had plundered, free them and let them return to the towns occupied by Liu Jian to settle down, and then Liu Jian rode back to his original garrison on the king of conquest.

The follow-up impact came unexpectedly quickly!

On the way back to Lazarin, Liu Jian keenly felt that his hands began to tremble a little, his eyes were a little dizzy, every breath was quite difficult, and the breath that came out of his mouth carried a faint white smoke, as if his body was cooked.

It's unlikely, but there's no doubt about it...... He had a fever! (To be continued.) )