Outside the lock dragon pass, the royal court tent.

Sirius sat in a big chair with a depressed face, and all the things he presided over in the south this time were all defeated.

The Heihewei who originally changed the guard was almost completely wiped out, and the Kurdun Wei and Husang Wei who were smuggled out by themselves also suffered heavy losses.

It is the Golden Horde guard who guards the big tent of the royal court, and the loss is not small, Zhonglang will Grusa even kill the barbarian fort, and it is better to leave the Karswei as the backhand, if you let Shi Longshan know, you will definitely be furious, and it is possible to behead you.

"Hey, things are not going well, and the future is bleak."

Leaning down, Sirius rubbed his face with his hands, with the two guards of the Dahua Imperial Court and the two seven-rank star refining qi refiners, it was impossible for the Prairie Royal Court to make any more moves, and now he was in a dilemma, which really made him feel a little dazed.

"Your Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, it's really not good, I'll cross the Yin Mountain all the way to the west, the world is vast, there is always a place to stay!"

"You are the beloved Son of Heaven, and if you don't keep it, you can create another royal court!"

General Husanwei said to the side, Sirius nodded slightly in contemplation, and at present, it seems that there is only one way to live. :

"Sirius, the Great Shaman is here!"

The golden-veined shaman Bai Shui violently lifted the tent, and said in surprise that Sirius's body was shocked, and he stood up in shock:

"You're not joking, the altar still needs to be guarded, why did His Excellency the Great Shaman come?"

"Times are about to change dramatically, the altar, don't keep it."

A hoarse voice sounded, and an old man in a gold-patterned white robe slowly walked into the royal tent.

"Meet the Great Shaman!"

Including Sirius, everyone in the tent knelt down on one leg and saluted, and the great shaman stone tablet slave raised his hand, and an invisible force lifted everyone up.

"Don't be polite, time is pressing, big things are important."

The stele slave slowly walked to the center of the tent and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Your Excellency, what has happened?"

Sirius sat cross-legged beside the stele slave and asked suspiciously.

The stele slave touched the felt on the ground with his fingers, and a fist flame ignited out of thin air, shaking gently in the air.

"Sirius, will this trip go well?"

The stele slave did not answer, but asked rhetorically.

Sirius shook his head with a wry smile:

"Things are not going well, nothing has been done in the original plan, and the situation is getting worse and worse."

After telling the story in general, Sirius had a bitter face, and the more he talked about it, the more he felt like a waste!

"The damage you have caused is so great, if you let Shi Longshan know about it, what will happen?"

The stele slave's voice was calm, and he asked without any emotion, Sirius pondered for a moment, shook his head lightly and sighed:

"Only when I die can I wash away the royal shame!"

The waiter served a bloody leg of lamb on a silver platter, and the stele slave lowered his hood, and unlike the other shamans, his face was white and there was no tattoo.

Although he is old, he has starry eyes, and he must have been a handsome man when he was young.

The waiter picked up a leg of mutton with both hands and handed it forward, and swallowed it in one bite, followed by the sound of chewing bones, the scene was both terrifying and weird.

But everyone seemed to be used to it, and there was no consternation on their faces.

After eating seven or eight bloody lamb legs in a row, the weird mouth slowly disappeared.

The stele slave breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Sirius, and said:

"You have no way out, if you want to live, you have to fight!"

Sirius's face darkened:

"Your Excellency, there are tigers blocking the way in front of me, and I just want to fight, but I don't have that ability."

Looking at the frustrated Sirius, the stele slave smiled lightly:

"With the royal tent, there will be a chance to fight, it depends on whether you have the courage to put yourself to death and be reborn!"

"I have!"

Sirius's eyes tightened, and he slapped his palm hard:

"It's better to die than to fall into such a situation, Your Excellency Shaman, if you can say anything, but death, what's so terrible!"

"Blood eats 100,000 sacrifices, incarnates as a Kuitian wolf, and breaks the northwest!"

The stele slave's voice was calm, but his eyes were sharper, and Sirius's face was full of consternation, and the sweat on his forehead was pouring out.

"Your Excellency, Great Shaman, now that the road ahead is sealed, where can I find 100,000 blood food?"

"The grassland camp tents are overwhelming, isn't it blood food?"

"But, but they are the people of the Prairie Court!"

Sirius stood up violently, and the stele slave laughed:

"The grassland royal court has encountered a great disaster, and it is time for them to dedicate themselves."

Sirius's eyes flickered back and forth, and the heavens and men clashed in his heart, and finally his eyes were cold and he nodded fiercely.

If people don't kill the heavens and the earth for themselves, if they don't fight, they can only die, and let these 100,000 lives become a stepping stone to the throne!

The stele slave smiled, but there was endless loneliness in his eyes, Sirius, Sirius, you have finally fallen as I expected.

"The mana of the royal court is monstrous, and if you suppress it with your strength alone, you may run out of control, and you still need a spirit stone to suppress it."

"Spirit Stone, where do I go to find Spirit Stone?"

Sirius asked suspiciously, and the stele slave pointed in one direction:

"Song River Map."

"Master Song?!"

Sirius cried out in astonishment, thought twice, and shook his head vigorously:

"One day is a teacher, life is a father, I can't do anything to him."

"Besides, Master Song is an eight-rank grand master, how can I deal with it."

"Whether you want it or not, I have a bottle of poisonous wine, colorless and tasteless, it depends on how you choose."

The stele slave took out a transparent crystal bottle in his arms, and when he opened it, the fragrance overflowed.

Sirius looked directly at the crystal wine bottle, and instantly sweated profusely.

In the thatched hut, Song Hetu gently wiped the spear in his hand, and always felt a little restless.

Sirius came outside the house, and wanted to knock on the door, but he had some doubts, and wanted to turn away, but was called back by a voice in the house:

"Sirius, come in."

With a twinkle in his eyes, Sirius stepped inside.

"Ugly expression, something on your mind?"

Seeing Sirius's pale face, Song Hetu spoke up, but he also knew the reason, and he also had some pity in his heart.

"I'm a little bored in my heart, I want to talk to Master Song, and when the royal tent goes north, I don't know if there is a chance."

Sirius smiled bitterly, Song Hetu sighed, and pointed to the futon in front of him:

"Sit down, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, don't think too much, there will always be a way."

"I know that Master Song likes wine, and I came across a bottle of wine today, so I sent it over, and I don't know if it suits your appetite."

Sirius smiled and took out the crystal bottle from his chest and handed it over, his fingers trembling a little, this is like his own conscience, send it out, and it will never be recovered.

"Good wine!"

Song Hetu took the wine bottle and opened the lid, smelling the fragrant wine and couldn't help but cheer, he was busy with cultivation all his life and had almost no hobbies, but he was fascinated by this fire.

The smell is fragrant and spicy, and when you smell it, it is a throat-cutting liquor, which causes the wine worms in the stomach to roll back and forth, and you should drink a big sip to satisfy your cravings!

Song Hetu licked the corners of his mouth, picked up the bottle and poured it with his head up.

Looking at the poisonous wine that was about to be poured out, Sirius only felt that his heart and lungs were desperately falling, as if he was sinking into the abyss.

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