In the haze, the Iron Armored Corpse King seemed to have returned to his life, and he was still a majestic general who crisscrossed the battlefield.

Wearing a golden helmet, wearing a golden armor, holding a blood-drinking long knife, the king of horses on his seat, crisscrossing the field, carrying the power of thunder, entering and exiting the army, taking the head of the enemy general, majestic and unstoppable.

What a majesty he was back then, not only successfully pacified the rebellion of the barbarians in all directions, but also stepped on the rivers and lakes, and all the martial artists who were forbidden by martial arts were brought under the rule of the imperial court, since then, the people live and work in peace and contentment, the world is clear, as long as it takes time, recuperate, it will be a prosperous and prosperous era of peace in the world, such merits, such great causes, who does not boast, who does not praise, I still remember that at that time, whether it was an artist walking the streets and alleys and a child playing on the street, what he said was about his great achievements.

Everything was originally so perfect, and it seemed that he was also on the way home after years of fighting, with scars all over his body, with the king of horses with a lame right leg. The mad knife that had drunk the blood of countless enemies lay quietly in the wooden box on the horse's back.

Looking at the sunset that seemed to walk with him, looking at the occasional curling smoke in the wilderness, all he had in his heart at that time was the calm before returning home, the comfort after the prosperity, and the calmness of letting go of everything.

He left the luxurious general's mansion rewarded by the emperor, put down the golden armor that he had worn on his body and accompanied him from birth to death, and did not touch the many beauties given by the emperor, but chose an early morning, pulling his old buddy, the old horse with an injured foot, and holding the blood-drinking long knife that accompanied him from birth to death, and was the first to walk out of the city gate that had just been opened. With his back to the rising sun, his shadow was stretched long, like the most ordinary old ranger, and he disappeared above the bustling pipes, and walked on a path that led to nowhere.

Originally, this ironclad corpse king planned to go to a place where no one knew him, and from then on he was incognito, not asking about the world, and the chaos in the world had nothing to do with him, even if he wanted to take care of it, he was already old, and under the injury, he no longer had the power of the year.

All he wanted was to get a good night's sleep, not to worry that the enemy would put a knife on his neck before he woke up from his sweet dream, or perhaps to sit quietly under the old tree, and to see the smoke rising from the huts at the foot of the mountain, and the plainly dressed women calling for their playful children to come back to eat. Perhaps lying in the middle of the scene, looking faintly at the stars in the sky that were blocked by the clouds from time to time.

So he left, walked without worry, walked as a matter of course, walked frankly, and walked without regrets.

He walked slowly on the mountain path, although it seemed slow, but if you looked closely, you could see that the corners of his mouth were always upturned.

Before leaving, he had already guessed that there would be a group of menacing guards who would break into the courtyard shortly after he left, and take out the indictment written by the Yellow Emperor.

He was illiterate, but he recognized his name, and cut off two words in place, for when he found a scholar to teach him how to write, he indicated that he wanted to learn these five sons, for he had told the gentleman that he might use them one day.

But I didn't expect that this day would come after all, the person who wanted to kill himself was still sitting in the ruins with him many years ago, drinking the wine he picked up from the corpses of the enemy, looking at the devastation in front of him, and telling what kind of prosperous era he was going to create in the future.

At that time, he listened to the rich and prosperous days that he talked about, and imagined the people he saw living and working in peace and contentment in the streets of the city of flowers, and at that time his heart really seemed to have inexhaustible strength, he was illiterate, but he could hear how leisurely and comfortable the life that the man was talking about, how desirable it was. And that person was holding his shoulders at that time, with the smell of wine all over his body, with the pride of all directions, saying that as long as he had a mouthful, he would have half of himself.

At that time, although he was illiterate, but fortunately, he had the strength of his body, and under the boiling of his heart, he also talked a lot to that person, which was nothing more than to build a big house and marry a lot of wives in the future. Just like Wang Yuanwai, who he thinks is the richest, he has countless tenants, and just lying down, there is endless food to eat and endless old wine to drink.

I still remember that the person at that time heard his words, and was almost amused by laughter, but before he could really get angry, the man looked down at himself, pointed to his own heart, and said: "Lone promises you at this moment, as long as you go with Lone to fight in all directions, what big houses, what many wives, what invisible fertile land, and countless tenants..... Loneliness is for you...... It's all for you....... Hahahahaha......ha

I still remember that the light in the eyes of the person who claimed to be lonely was so bright, after I saw it, I couldn't help but nod, and this little life was completely handed over to that person, from then on, whenever my hands were stained with blood, whenever I stood in the middle of the corpse that I couldn't see, my mind would always recall the person who laughed and drank and farted at that time.

Only then did he know what it meant to be a brother and what it meant to be alive. At that time, his only thought was that the man told him to do whatever he wanted, and the man asked him to kill whoever he wanted, even if he didn't know the person who was killed, even if he saw the fallen figure and the crying children and women standing behind him, but he chose to ignore it.

Time flies in a blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, he has killed from south to north, from east to west, but anyone who does not submit to that person, he will kill him, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and leave no one behind.

He went from youth to prime, and from prime to now, and finally ploughed the whole country with countless men and horses, and after that no one could stand in the way of the man who called himself lonely, and since then no one could threaten what he wanted to do.

He walked slowly on the bustling street, looking at the trimples around him, looking at the countless people who hurried to hide when he saw him, and as far as his eyes could see, he did not see the prosperous scenes he hoped for, but instead looked at his deep fear and had stopped talking nervously.

Right in front of him, a woman wanted to rush up and bite herself, and she kept insulting her, the murderer, the executioner, the human slaughter, and the child didn't dare to cry easily when she saw herself.