Erwin walked in this long fog, and not far away, he saw a figure, and then looked forward, it was his son Nalan.

"What are you doing in this fog? He raised his eyebrows and said with an accusatory look on his face. "Abba, I ......"

"Alright, go back to sleep, it's not easy to get lost in the fog" Erwen smiled kindly, and then he saw the torch behind him, illuminating Nalan's thin body unusually tall.

Early in the morning, the sun shines on the horizon of the steppe, herdsmen. They all walked out of their big tents, because today was a special day—Hagist, which means God's birthday, and Erwin's brother Rachel rushed to his mother early in the morning, "Isn't it a good time to worship God today?" said the old woman sinisterly to his son, making a cup of milk tea.

"Alas, it's really angry to think about it, I think I'm dignified Richel, but I'm not as good as the son of a concubine, I really don't know why Abba chose him to be the chief. Rachel angrily sat on the blanket and pounded his thighs.

"Is your head full of milk tea?" the old woman muttered in a low voice: "Today is a big day to worship the gods, Erwin will definitely attend, and then he will ...... into his milk" Rachel understood, but after thinking about it, he said, "Even if he is gone, those troops will listen to me?"

"Don't worry, your aunt and I have already moved the people of the Zakik Ministry, and if something happens, they will arrive at the time of the sacrifice. ”

Rachel hugged the old woman excitedly: "Great, Immortal Heaven will really bless us, it seems that Erwen will never be able to drink tomorrow's milk tea and see tomorrow's sun!"

"Shhhhhh The old woman walked out of the tent, looked around, and came back and said, "After all, today is the day of sacrifice, and Erwen will definitely not lay down soldiers, just see the right time to do it." Rachel smiled and bowed his head, and there seemed to be a hint of murderous intent in that smile......

At the sacrificial ceremony, everyone from the Luochuan tribe came to that area. In the most vast grassland, altars were built, people toasted each other, women drank milk tea, children were not allowed to participate in the sacrifice, and a few high-spirited Anjiwa people walked to the table and sang songs, and the distant Anjiwa songs fluttered away with that gust of wind. On the other side there were twenty or thirty sheep and oxen brought in for the sacrifice, and Erwin rode over, and the people cheered as if he were the god of heaven.

Erwin walked up to the altar and raised his glass to the sky with trembling hands. In Anjwa, he said, "May the heavens bless us, and may the god Hanashr protect your children and grandchildren with prosperity, herds of cattle and sheep, and no worries about food and clothing, Aliluia!" At this time, the others also shouted: "Aliluia!" Reicel bit the flesh fiercely beside him, his eyes fixed on Erwin. Erwen's long hair scattered in the wind, and with a wave of his hand, he poured the wine on the prairie land.

Rachel had already been with the generals who had been taught by Erwin beforehand. Having agreed to seize the chieftain position today and make them the head of the nobility, Boyle sat at the next table and stared at the smirking Rechel, the sword in his hand.

Irvine then said, "Ask my brother Rachel to come up and tell God about his dreams. Rachel picked up his saber and walked unhurriedly to the altar. "Rachel, I want to know what your wish is?" he opened his eyes, and then said with a sneer, "Hmph, my dream, that is to become the Son of Immortality!" Upon hearing this, the generals rushed to the altar with swords and surrounded Erwin.

The Son of Immortal Heaven is the meaning of the chief, so when they heard this, the people present were in an uproar. At this time, the men and horses of the tribe of Zakik came, and surrounded the people who were participating in the sacrifice, and if anyone moved, the arrows would be shot. Erwin not only did not panic, but asked very calmly: "Rachel, is your dream only so small?" This is completely inconsistent with what Rachel thought, what he thought was Erwen kneeling and begging for mercy, so when he asked, he couldn't stand up with a weak heart, and retreated again and again.

Boyle picked up his sword and rushed forward, with a burst of sharp swordsmanship, he cut down the two generals, rushed between Erwin and Rachel, and roared angrily: "Rachel, you bastard!" He slashed at Rachel with a sword, Rachel was so frightened that he hurriedly covered his face with his hand, only to hear a snort, Rachel opened his eyes, and it was Erwen who held the sword with his hand.

Boyle's eyes widened, and he looked at the bloody hand and asked, "Erwen, what are you doing!" Erwin smiled and whispered something to him, and when Boyle heard this, he was immediately dumbfounded, as if he had been hit on the head. Erwin let go of his hand, looked back at the fallen Rachel, and reached out to help him up, but who expected Rachel to raise his saber and cut off his left hand, blood spraying Rachel's face.

Rachel stood up and laughed loudly, "Can you pass on the position to me, an orthodox person, now?" Erwin smiled and gritted his teeth and replied, "The position belongs to the Immortal Heaven to decide, and it will eventually appear later." Boyle took advantage of the situation to raise his sword and slash at Rachel, who was so frightened that he hurriedly dodged, but he felt that his face hurt and he couldn't do it, and it turned out that a scar had been drawn on his face. Boyle picked up Erwin and rushed out of the altar, and the soldiers kept intercepting him, Boyle. Kill one of them, jump on his horse, and fight his way out.

At this time, Boyle felt a loosening of his waist, he looked back, Erwen jumped off the horse, stretched out his lone arm, and roared loudly: "Boyle, leave me alone, go and protect the future sun!" Boyle wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked back at the tall figure, nodded, and ran wildly on the grassland.

The sun's face was bright red, and its light seemed to have been swept away by someone, no longer dazzling, but very soft and bright. It slowly retreated to the west, a lonely figure on horseback, galloping across the meadow, "Perhaps tomorrow, the rising sun will rise again in the east......," he tightened the reins, and looked back again, and looked before the photo, it should be almost to Erwin's tent.

Boyle said to the blue sky with emotion: "If you were the goshawk of the blue sky, where would you fly?

Sunsets bring the beauty of hope, but also the beauty of sadness. His life is a cycle of sunrise and sunset one after another. He will encounter success and failure, he will win with certainty, he will see the sunflowers in splendor, and he will harvest the grass. Sunset taught him a timely sadness, and then a clearer view of the world.

To be continued......