Thick black smoke billowed and rose, blending into the lofty sky. The clouds were painted an iron-gray color, and the choking smoke and the fishy smell of the aliens were wrapped together, like the tiny thorns of countless desert cacti, scraping the noses and throats of people.

Behind the alien troops, every tribe they encountered unexpectedly turned into a cloud of smoke and ashes.

Under the high priest's successive dispatch orders, almost all the men in the prime of life had already gone to the front, and the tribes in the hinterland of the fang country were ten rooms and nine empty, and only the old and young women and children were left. But regardless of age or gender, every Fang is a warrior - has been, and will be.

They took up everything they could use as weapons to fight, and risked their lives to give their comrades a chance to warn, but compared to the large number of aliens, the resistance of the Fangs barely stirred up a wave.

In order not to leak the news, Kashgar ordered to wipe out all the living mouths as quickly as possible - for another predatory race, the howl of a human baby was not much different from the sound of the wind blowing in the sky.

The longer I get along with the aliens, the more I feel that the peace of the human continent seems like a momentary luck.

After running non-stop for most of the day, the alien troops could no longer see the smoke behind them. When they were still some distance away from the mountain pass, Kashgar decided to complete the attack the following night in order not to be detected by the fortress of the checkpoint, and the aliens settled in place, quietly waiting for the night to come.

When thousands of aliens sat down in the grass to rest, there was not even a trace of anything strange in the distance—the endless grasslands of the Fang Country also generously provided hiding places for the enemy.

The curtain of light blue sky hanging with clouds gradually turned gray.

Lying on the ground, Lin Yuqing looked at the wild grass stretching high into the sky on both sides of him, and felt bitter in his mouth.

He is only sixteen years old, and he has only been in this world for sixteen years, and he is actually going to witness this continent, which has been quiet for more than a thousand years, being torn apart and subverted?

He couldn't imagine what would happen to humanity without the barrier of the Fang Kingdom, he felt as if he was standing in front of a huge vortex, and if one was not careful, he would be sucked into it and shattered to pieces.

The boy wanted to do something, but he didn't know what to do—even if he was a fallen emissary.

"I'm so excited," a long face suddenly stretched into his field of vision, startling Lin Yuqing, and hurriedly turned over and climbed up, only to see that it was the falling spirit that was in charge of guarding him—there was a huge smile on its long face like bamboo essence: "Aren't you excited?"

Lin Yuqing glanced at it, didn't even want to say a word, and sat on the ground with his head bored.

But the falling spirit was not finished, and approached its long face—its blue chin even cut a shallow pit in the ground, which looked strange and ridiculous: "I am about to witness history, I am going to record it all completely, and you, my dear child, may make a splash in the torrent of history!"

Lin Yuqing bit her lip and looked at the ground without speaking.

He'd heard it many times — the fallen spirit called itself a "historian," and it looked like a row of bamboo slips with two extra legs, and when it wasn't talking, it could barely tell which bamboo was its face.

Its attitude towards the life and death of human beings, alien races, and even the fallen spirits themselves is extremely detached: "If tonight is the prelude to the entry of new forces into the continent, it is simply the beginning of a ******! This is the most important event I have witnessed and recorded in more than a thousand years of my life! Hey, what are you doing like this... No race can transcend time and eternity, not even us. At the end of the day, we're all just cosmic dust, duckweed of time. ”

Historians don't talk to people of different races, but they love to chat with Lin Yuqing.

"You're a fallen spirit from the alien race, why don't you tell them this?" the boy couldn't help but sarcastically.

"Oh, you really are. The historian's long face like a green bamboo did not even show a trace of embarrassment: "The alien race has a pair of Kashgar brothers, this is a mutation, but it doesn't mean that most of them can understand me." But speaking of which, their animality and primitive obscurantist intelligence are also worth it—"

"Wait a minute," Lin Yuqing interrupted, "Brother Kashgar?"

The historian's green bamboo face bent slightly.

Lin Yuqing seemed to have been splashed from head to foot by a basin of cold water: "Kashgar is such an alien race...... He's not the only one? He has a brother, just like him?"

The historian kept a crooked smile and was noncommittal.

"Where's his brother?" said the boy, who suddenly came to his senses and got up from the ground - where else, on the battlefield outside the level, of course!

If those alien races had both fallen spirits and wise leaders, it would be no wonder that the Fang Kingdom sent a large army, but it could not be attacked for a long time!

As soon as he stood up so violently, it immediately caught the attention of many aliens, several of whom straightened up as they let out a few long, threatening hiss at him. Lin Yuqing stood stiff for a few seconds, somehow unwilling to sit back, until he heard the sound of the grass, and his eyes turned to a familiar little face that had just peeked out from the grass in the distance.

It's Ida.

The two looked at each other straight for a moment, and finally neither of them moved, and no one said a word—after all, beside and behind them, there were countless aliens and fallen spirits sitting at this time, and Ida was even guarded by the glory of the god of war.

Lin Yuqing froze for a while, and finally forced himself to sit back in the grass.

"And your friend's name is Ada, right?"

Lin Yuqing didn't hear this at all—his brows were twisted into a knot, and he was stunned.

The historian didn't wait for a response, muttering something under his breath and retracting a row of its bodies. A stranger next to him couldn't help but look down and sniff at it, as if full of interest in it, and the historian had just cautiously moved away a little when suddenly a hand clapped him: "Hey!"

The bamboo spirit was startled, and hurriedly turned around, meeting Lin Yuqing's bright eyes.

"You are known as a historian...... "The young man looked around and saw that there were no other fallen spirits nearby, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Is it because you like to witness history?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"You answer me first. ”

"Part of the reason...... Right. ”

"That ......" the young man's voice lowered, like a whisper that a gust of wind could blow away. "Would you like to make history once?"

The turquoise falling spirit was silent for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Yuqing raised his eyes and looked around—although the other Fallen Spirits were far away, the last time he whispered to the bearded warrior, he was all heard by the glory of the God of War, and he had already become a frightened bird.

"Write it down. Out of nowhere, the historian pulled out a twig and handed it to him, clearing a piece of ground with his long chin.

Lin Yuqing took the branch, looked at it and hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to take the risk.

Several alien probes around him glanced a few times, and saw that he was just drawing on the ground, and then shrank back without interest. In their opinion, as long as the prisoner does not suddenly jump up and run, it is not a big deal.

When the boy clutched the branch and stopped, there were four big words written on the ground - "Help me report the news".

The historian did not speak.

"Isn't it better for you to influence the course of history with your own hands than to be a mere spectator? As you have said, what role might I play...... Then, you can help me, and together we will change the course of history, and even create history together! As a person who studies history...... Falling Spirit, aren't you excited?" Lin Yuqing saw that it was silent, and he was also a little anxious, and he persuaded softly and quickly.

"Why should I help you? If I don't help you, history is moving forward. ”

Lin Yuqing choked for a while. He swallowed dryly, not knowing if the other party would turn his head and report him. However, in the next second, he suddenly realized a problem - the young man immediately sneered at him in the words of a historian: "Then why do you help them? If you don't help them, history is also moving forward!"

"For me, it doesn't matter if I help or not, or if I help either side. The bamboo-colored falling spirit suddenly smiled slightly.

I don't know why, its tone made Lin Yuqing faintly feel like it already had an answer, but it didn't say it, but waited for him to say it. The young man immediately took advantage of the victory and pursued: "If it doesn't matter, then why don't you help me?"

The historian's body swayed back and forth.

"Alright," it finally said, "you've got the point." But you put it simply, how can I help you? It's impossible to let you escape, even if I want to, it's impossible, there are too many fallen spirits around here. ”

"But you're a falling spirit," seeing that its tone loosened, Lin Yuqing couldn't help but get excited, "What about your ability? ”

"There is a way. And there is only one. ”

The young man's face turned red: "What is it?"

"You've used this once. You sent the other Fallen Spirit back to report the news. ”

Lin Yuqing's blood was cold all of a sudden.

"I know where my host is, and if you are taken by surprise, there is a good chance that it will happen. However, whether the High Priest will summon the Fallen Spirit before the raid, and whether my host will die in vain, you must bear the risk. ”

"You want me—"

"If you want to make history, you have to pay a price. The historian said in a flat tone. Seeing that the young man was speechless in a daze, the falling spirit sighed: "You can think about whether you can do this first." ”

"There's always another way...... Lin Yuqing muttered in a low voice, his voice gradually getting smaller, and his fingers had been pinched into a snow-white by himself.

Fortunately, God doesn't seem to be able to bear to let him make such a decision again.

The evening always seemed to pass very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the shadow cast by the clouds was so dark that it was almost invisible, and the night quietly followed. When the dark purple of the sky completely melted into the darkness, it was the time for the aliens to set out, and in their makeshift camp, the low hissing sound, the murmur of parting grass, and the footsteps walking back and forth had already taken on the smell of the wind and rain.

A whistle sounded suddenly, followed by an unforeseen commotion, which exploded in the rear, and the forest fish sat up, but his eyes were so full of grass that he could neither see nor hear what was really happening—he had just asked a stranger half a question, "What happened," when a thin filament of light suddenly swooped into the dark sky, startling all eyes to the night sky.

When the filament of light swooped down from the night sky again, a long and sharp sound was also carried to the ground by it. A harrier was tightly entangled in the filaments of light, fluttering and flapping its wings, and the glory of the god of war, Kashgar, and several other leading fallen spirits immediately surrounded them, but what they were saying was far away and could not be heard clearly.

"Why did they catch that harrier? Is that a letter harrier from the fangs?"

Lin Yuqing narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance, and asked the historian in a low voice.

"Like," the historian slowly unfolded like a roll of bamboo, not knowing where its ears were: "They're discussing...... What letter did the harrier bring?"

"What did you say about the letter to Valhalla?"

The bamboo-colored falling spirit shook his head: "I can't hear the back clearly, you should know that my five senses are not particularly sharp." ”

That harrier is an opportunity!

Lin Yuqing thought about it restlessly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his method was feasible, and he couldn't stay any longer, so he hurriedly tore off a corner of his clothes, bit his fingers, and tried to start writing on the fabric—although it was simple in the story, the actual thing was a great headache: after a few strokes, the blood dried up, and he had to re-squeeze the wound, and where there was blood, it was also crooked and difficult to write.

finally reluctantly spelled out the words "strange", and the young man's face turned white with pain.

He rolled up the fabric into his sleeve and took a deep breath, his heart pounding with nervousness, and his smile to the historian was pale: "Do you want to witness history?"

The historian withdrew his long face and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"You come with me, that's enough. Lin Yuqing steadied his breath and said in a low voice: "I hope the historical moment you are looking forward to can happen." ”

He couldn't even take a step without the Fallen Spirit following him—the historian was indeed willing to cooperate, and happily called a few aliens, and half-heeled him to the leaders.

Rongguang's faint voice quickly became clear, and every word he spit out was soft.

“...... The fighting is deadlocked, and both sides have used all their strength. At this time, whoever has one more squadron may win the battle...... Immediately mobilize the troops again, this time the situation is different, and every Fang Guoguo who can still walk must be sent into battle—no, that's all I have written. ”

Kashgar stood in the center, carrying the harrier that couldn't stop fluttering, the skin on his forehead wrinkled into a rag, and he was muttering to himself in a low voice: "The last time Kashgar's news came from the day before yesterday. After a day or two, the situation is so stiff......

"Isn't it just right for us?" the glory of the god of war took Ada's hand, looking bored - seeing Lin Yuqing take the initiative to come, it turned its head and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Ida poked half of her face out of it, exchanged a look with the boy, and lowered her head again.

Kashgar raised his gaze, and his cold gray eyes blinked vertically.

"I ...... That ......" Under their gaze, Lin Yuqing stammered for a few seconds, and suddenly pointed to the falling spirit beside him: "It saw a harrier flying over just now!"

Kashgar's face suddenly twisted, and he looked directly at the historian and asked, "Really?"

"Really!" Lin Yuqing didn't wait for the historian to speak, and hurriedly said: "After you caught this one, within a few minutes, another one flew over...... It may be that the high priest has another urgent message. ”

Kashgar immediately strode up, and the shadows like a hill suddenly enveloped one person and one spirit: "What kind of harrier?

Thankfully, it was a historian who asked about it—even the most well-eyed people could hardly see anything from its "face" that it shouldn't have, and the turquoise fallen spirit was startled, and opened its mouth for a moment, and finally said, "Ah, that...... Well, yes, it's a bird......"

"Are you going to Valhalla?" asked Kashgar, hissing with patience.

"Yes!" Lin Yuqing was afraid that it would retreat, so he replied: "No matter what the high priest said in this letter, there may have been a change!"

Kashgar furrowed his forehead, just showing a trace of impatience, only to hear the young man suddenly shout behind it, "Ida!" The alien leader was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but glance back—at this moment, a dark shadow jumped out of its afterglow.

Confusion and mutations all seem to happen in an instant. Nagarjuna suddenly emerged from the air and knocked Kashgar headlong, causing him to let go and fall to the ground, and before anyone could react, Ada broke free from the glory of the god of war and turned to run.

In the midst of the scream, the harrier was swept by the tail of the dragon tree and thrown into Lin Yuqing's arms. Before Ida could even run five steps, she was caught up by Glory - only by this time, Lin Yuqing had already released the harrier.

Kashgar got up from the ground and immediately shouted, "Wrap your mother!"

The one who was called the mother was probably the one who caught the harrier, and Lin Yuqing couldn't see its appearance from a distance, only to see the same filament thrown into the night. The boy screamed hurriedly, and Nagarjuna immediately pounced in the direction where the filament was—it didn't have to be surrounded by so many enemies to really defeat the Entanglement, it just had to give the harrier a chance.

When Lin Yuqing was smashed to the ground by the alien race that pounced on him, in the low roar that Kashgar couldn't control, the harrier fluttered and flew away from the attack of the thin line.

Perhaps because the first letter had already been taken, this time, the harrier flew in the direction of the mountain pass, and the night quickly dissolved its shadow, leaving behind the chaotic fighting on the land and the five thousand alien troops.

In the struggle, kicking, and resisting, Lin Yuqing reluctantly retracted the dragon tree that had been attacked several times in a row, and he thought that what he would face next was the anger of Kashgar - he didn't expect that the leader of the alien race was stunned for two seconds, but he ignored him, just waved his hand, and ordered in a loud voice with an unbelievable calmness: "The whole army set off, hurry forward!"