The Elephant City was quietly annihilated, almost overnight. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Countless vines stretched out from the surrounding forest, firmly locking the city gate, and the "seeds" that had been planted long ago awakened at the same time, and launched a silent killing of those around them.

When there was no one to kill, the killers fell down one by one, and the "seeds" in their bodies were used as fertilizer for growth, and dark purple flowers bloomed on their backs. However, these flowers are beautiful, but no one has the life to appreciate them. In the blink of an eye, a raging flame from the center of the city swept through the city, burning the holy white elephant sculpture to a pile of mutilated black stones, and all the corpses were charred in the flames.

The fire perfectly concealed the true cause of death, and the plants that dotted the city with the corpses became the alleged murderers. Even if the imperial capital really sent someone to investigate, it could only be concluded that the "Holy Blessed Land" formation of Xiangcheng was broken for unknown reasons, causing this century-old city to become a place of extinction overnight. It's just that the speed of extinction is indeed far beyond what was previously thought.

The truth is only in the hands of a very small number of people, and it will eventually be ruthlessly obscured by time.

Han Feng knew about the destruction of the Elephant City, but when he thought of the six people and the six cities that Lijiao had shown him, he couldn't help but feel a little palpitating. The Holy City has long since been annihilated, and now that the Elephant City has also fallen, what if the six swords in the hands of the Great Patron Deity not only point out the location of the six cities, but also hide other meanings?

Thinking that Lidu and Qinghe City might also become dead cities, Han Feng felt dull in his heart. Such emotions often disrupted his normal work, and also made him see the future more vaguely, so he was more eager than Zhan Zhongqi to know what he was going to do next. A clear goal will make him less cranky.

And a small upheaval allowed him to find an opportunity.

The rebels were Manghou's former subordinates, and they were also the eyeliners arranged by Emperor Zhan Dai more than ten years ago. For so many years, Manghou knew his identity, and when he rebelled, he immediately ordered people to surround his house. However, since this eyeliner can be by his side, in addition to being loyal to Zhan Dai, he is also very careful and cautious. Therefore, when Manghou's men broke into the house, they did not catch anything, but saw a huge black hole left under the stove, which led to a newly buried cave outside the city.

Yan Fengchuan, whose ancestral home is the imperial capital, is forty years old, and has served as the head of the household of Mangcheng in Fengguan and the garrison of Mangcheng, which is all that Han Feng knows about the leader of the gang of thieves who are now entrenched in the watershed north of Mangcheng.

Hu Zai was a small official for Mangcheng before the rebellion, and he was responsible for the daily life of Fengguan Mangcheng and the nearby people, and he was not considered to have real power. But the Mangcheng garrison was an official position that made Han Feng's heart shake. Mangcheng is in Fengguan, which can be said to be the heart of the entire Western Dynasty, and the Mangcheng garrison is responsible for all aspects of the entire city, from defense to public security.

Even if Manghou had already replaced a group of Yan Fengchuan's subordinates, it was inevitable that the middle- and lower-level officers would still be mixed with his henchmen, which was naturally a big taboo for Han Feng and Manghou. Mangcheng is full of blind spots, and the vicinity of the palace is certainly no exception. And if Yan Fengchuan really had the intention of shaking the regime of the Western Dynasty, it was impossible for him not to move the idea of the so-called Emperor Han.

Although the head of the snow sculpture still hangs high at the entrance of the palace, as time passes, the head has long since weathered and broken, and it is far less shocking than it was at the beginning. And Emperor Han's force has gradually been forgotten by some people with the passage of time, and it is precisely because of this understanding that Han Feng did not wait for Manghou to make a request, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to be bait.

However, even if the gate of the palace is wide open, the garrison force in the palace should not be underestimated. The five hundred heavily armored soldiers were all personally selected by Manghou, ensuring that they were not adulterated with Yan Fengchuan's eyeliner. Therefore, it is not easy for the rebels to sneak into the palace and assassinate.

Luckily, someone provided them with this convenience.

Whether it is unintentional or intentional, at this juncture, a group of Northern Generations arrived in Fengguan Mangcheng from Lidu.

The leader was Tan Bo, whom Han Feng hadn't seen for a long time, and he brought the documents handed over from the capital, and also brought two old people to Han Feng.

After seeing each other again after more than two years, Han Feng saw that Uncle Tan's hair had turned a lot grayer, and his waist had collapsed, and he no longer had the upright appearance of standing on the city wall and giving orders. Although he often scolded Tan Bo in private with Liu Quan and a few people when he left the capital, he felt extremely cordial when he saw him at this time. Tan Bo can be said to have watched him grow up, it is true that he was high up as the lord of a city at that time, and he didn't even know who he was, but at this time, when the two saw each other, they were not very embarrassed in their hearts.

Three times in three years, Tan Bo doesn't seem to know what loyalty is, but he is so up-to-the-eye, as a man in his forties and fifties, this is still not something to be proud of. Tan Bo was lazy all over, and handing over official documents was more like an errand for him, but the man in Chinese clothes next to him was very excited.

Similarly, Han Feng was also very excited when he saw the man.

The man was in a wheelchair with an expression of not knowing whether to cry or laugh on his face. He held the armrests tightly with both hands, his fingernails almost left scratches on the wooden armrests, if it weren't for the inconvenience of his legs, he almost stood up and hugged Han Feng, in his eyes, the person in front of him called "Emperor Han" was not the emperor of the Western Dynasty, he was still his brother, a brother who drank white water wine and chatted with him.

"Duren!" Han Feng didn't put on an emperor's show, he leaned down and half-helped his lame brother half-up. Aside from Wanrou, this is the person he trusts the most in the world.

"Don't dare, don't dare. Duren spoke intermittently ceremonial words, but tears flowed down his cheeks. He hugged his brother and his heart was filled with infinite pride. He wanted to shout to the whole world that his brother was an emperor, and he himself was no longer the lowest prisoner trapped in the cage, but a thousand words were like a fish in his throat, and the grievances he had received for more than 20 years blocked the cry in his heart, which made him excited, his face was red, and he could hardly breathe.

Relatively speaking, Han Feng's mood was much calmer. He watched Durham weep silently, but he didn't know what words to use to comfort him. Of course, he knew the bitterness of Duren's heart, and when all the prodigal soldiers left, Duren was still locked up in the capital because of the disability of his feet, and he became the object of ridicule from all the prisoners. He lives at the bottom of the bottom, and there is not even the word "hope" in his life.

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