The more than 2,000 young and middle-aged warriors led by Tang have been wandering the wasteland for the period after winter, and with their familiarity with the Heavenly Forsaken Mountain Range, they have successfully avoided the pursuit of the combined forces of the Left Tent Royal Court and the Xiling Temple, until finally completing a perfect ambush at the canyon.

There is no end to this kind of thing of revenge, the alliance between the Left Tent Royal Court and the Xiling Temple will inevitably increase the efforts to clear the desolate people, Tang and the desolate warriors began to retreat to the north, and there was an extra black carriage in the team.

It was already the height of spring in the Central Plains, but snow was still falling in the depths of the northern part of the wasteland.

In the past few years, the desolate people who went south fought continuously with the allied forces of the Left Tent Court and the Xiling Temple, but finally failed to hold on, and were forced to retreat more than a thousand miles to the north to this bitter cold land.

Compared with the frozen Atami and the Arctic Cold Regions, the climate here is bearable for the barren people, and can even be called warm, but for Ning Que, especially the seriously ill Sangsang, the climate here is really harsh.

Tang arranged for the two of them to live in a relatively remote animal skin tent, Ning Que looked at the desolate tribe camp that stretched for more than ten miles in the distance, and asked, "When are you going to see those old people in the senate?"

"I'll deal with this matter first, and you guys will wait here for the night. ”

Don handed over the wine bag he had tied around his waist.

In the more than ten days of returning to the north, it has become a habit to drink this kind of bitter wine brewed by the desolate people every day, Ning Que didn't care, drank a few sips, and felt that his body was a lot warmer, Sang Sang took the wine bag from his hand and took a small sip, which seemed to be delicate, but in fact there was no interruption, and the wine bag deflated after a while.

At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly sounded beside her. Ning Que fell to the ground for some reason, looking at the way he kept smacking his lips, it should be fine, as if he had fallen asleep.

Sang Sang felt a little strange, Ning Que's amount of alcohol was compared to her. It was indeed extremely bad, but after drinking so many times on the way, and not seeing him get drunk, suddenly she didn't know what to think of, and looked up at Tang.

Her eyes were bright. The thin eyebrows are very strict.

For some reason, Tang looked at her expression, suddenly felt a little cold in his body, and laughed at himself and said, "I just put some loose herbal powder to let him sleep well, and there is no harm." ”

"He is in good health now and should not be poisoned," Sangsang said. ”

Tang said: "I have practiced the Ming Sect since I was a child. He knows his physical condition very well, and the wine is mixed with medicinal powder, not poison, so he will also fall asleep. ”

"I didn't expect this wine to be of no use to you"

He looked at Sangsang and was silent for a moment before asking, "Are you really the daughter of the Hades?"

Sangsang snorted.

Don said, "I don't know what the senators will have about your arrival. I know that Ning Que is a very dangerous person, so I don't want him to interfere in the discussion within our desolate people. ”

Sangsang said: "I understand. ”

Don then said, "If the Council of Elders does not agree to take you in, you will die." ”

Sang Sang said: "We came here to gamble. ”

"But it's his gamble," Don said. ”

"I can live with the results," Sangsang said. ”

Don didn't say anything more.

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Snowflakes kept falling into the desert camp, and the countless tents that had been filled with laughter and singing became quiet. Not because of sorrow, not because of the hardships of life—the desolate people had long since learned to be calm about the death of their people, who had lived a thousand years of hard life—and because of the sound of quarrels coming from the tent in the middle of the camp, and because of the black carriage parked outside the camp.

The tent in the middle of the camp. It is not much different from the tents elsewhere, but dozens of slender ribbons are tied on the seams of the tents, adding a bit of warmth and mystery.

The supreme authority of the Desolate Tribe is the Council of Elders, and because the matter to be discussed today is so important, there are more than twenty leaders of Desolate warriors sitting in the room.

"Anyway, it's all about fighting with the Central Plains, and it's nothing to take in the underworld. ”

"In the past few years, the Xiling Temple has not really invested in strength. That Prince Longqing is just a dog raised by the Daomen, if they know that we have taken in the daughter of the Hades. Do you think the war will continue in its present form? When the time comes, we will face ten times as many enemies as we do now!"

"Waiting for the Central Plains countries to increase their troops, waiting for the Xiling Temple to keep sending strong people into the wasteland, what's the difference between coming with them? After all, there will be a bloody battle, and it doesn't matter how strong they are. ”

"Time, the most important thing is time, if there is no presence, the Central Plains countries and the Xiling Temple will still think about preserving their strength and letting others die in our hands, we can buy time, let the women give birth to more children, so that more children become real warriors, if there is no time, we can't stand it. ”

"But have you thought about it, Ning Que promised that as long as we take in the underworld, the academy will not join this war, if the powerhouses on the second floor of the academy come to the wasteland, it will be even more terrifying than the Xiling Temple. ”

"Ning Que fled all the way with the Underworld, which is tantamount to betraying the world, why would the academy remain neutral because of him? I thought what he said had no credibility at all. ”

"The most critical question is, we have been worshipping the Immortal Monarch for thousands of years, and now that the daughter of the Immortal Monarch is in the world, but we don't take it in and protect it, what is the point of worshipping for a thousand years?"

"Worship the Underworld for thousands of years, my desolate people are still living so miserably, and the invasion of the underworld is not beneficial to us, do us really want to go to the underworld? I don't want to be some ghost soldier!"

Whether to accept Ning Que and the daughter of the Hades King or not, the desolate people in the tent held completely opposite opinions, and the dispute continued, but no conclusion was reached, but the great elder and the most powerful Tang were always silent.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and even began to influence each other, the elders who were old and serious gradually became more enthusiastic, and the hot-blooded and impulsive warrior leaders had a lot more worries, but there was still no result, just for the sake of the safety of the desolate tribe, more and more people gradually tended to kill Ning Que and Sangsang.

The elder struggled to get up and walked to the desk in the middle of the tent, his emaciated body, which had been eroded by years of time and harsh environment, seemed to fall apart if he shook it casually.

There were some things piled up on the wooden case, there were gold leaves, a thick stack of silver tickets, and a few waist cards, all of which were things that Tang had searched from Ning Que's body.

The Great Elder's thin palm moved slowly on the case, and said, "Return these things to the Underworld Girl later, whether you kill or keep them, the respect you deserve must be maintained." ”

Tang calmly responded, and then walked to the front of the desk, ready to put away the sundries.

The elder elder's fingers suddenly trembled, like an old bamboo in the wind.

Tang followed the old man's fingers, his pupils shrank, his body became a little stiff, and he was silent for a long time, understanding that all this qiē turned out to be something that had been destined for a long time.

The Grand Elder glanced at him, sighed, and said, "Since that's the case, then let them stay." ”

Tang nodded and said, "I think so too." ”

The patriarchs and warrior leaders in the tent were very surprised, even those who were willing to take in Ning Que and Sang Sang were a little stunned, they didn't understand why the great patriarch and the powerful Tang had been silent, but at this time they suddenly expressed their attitude, and it was such a clear and firm attitude.

The elder picked up the thing on the table and let everyone see it with their own eyes.

It was a waist card, not gold, not wood, not stone, I don't know what material, the whole body was pure white, and a black pattern was carved on it with relief techniques, looking at the fresh traces on the edge, it seemed to be something that had just been carved out.

The black pattern is a statue, as if it were a human being, and it seems to be a god, and the pure white exterior looks like a thousand rays of light, and the face and body of the person or god are immersed in deep shadows because they are facing away from the light, and they cannot be seen clearly.

There was silence in the tent, and the sound of snowflakes falling on the roof became extremely clear.

The elder said slowly: "More than a thousand years ago, the great priest of light was involved in the wasteland preaching with the words of the Book of Heaven, I began to believe in the Ming Sect, and began to sacrifice to the Underworld, after a thousand years, I returned to the south of the Deserted People, and met the daughter of the Immortal Monarch and the successor of the Great Priest of Light, this is probably the so-called fate, in this case, even if the clan is wiped out, we must complete this matter." ”

Tang looked at the leaders of those warriors, and said with a solemn expression: "Back then, I accepted apprentices on behalf of my teacher and passed on your Mingzong exercises, so that the inheritance continued, and now that the inheritance has reappeared, you should know what to do." ”

The leader of the warriors knelt on one knee, saluted with great respect, and replied in unison: "Swear to the death." ”

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Ning Que felt a little headache after waking up, at first he thought it was a problem with the amount of alcohol, and he was a little ashamed, but later he learned that he was drugged by Tang, so he began to be angry, but when he knew the final decision of the Desolate Senate, the joy and excitement suddenly replaced all the negative feelings.

It's just that there are some things he still can't figure out.

A few years ago, he heard Mo Shanshan say in the wasteland that the Demon Sect and the Desolate people believed in the Immortal King, but they were extremely afraid of the Immortal Monarch, because in their teachings, the Immortal Monarch would mean the arrival of darkness, and the Desert people also did not like the darkness.

So he could understand that the desolate man was afraid and awe-inspiring to Sangsang, but he was unwilling to take her in, so what made the desolate suddenly change his attitude and become so positive?

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In the eighteenth year of the Apocalypse, a strange omen fell from the sky, there were thick clouds that did not disperse, and the sound of crows was unpleasant, starting from the Moon Wheel Country, passing through the swamp, crossing the Tang Realm, crossing Helan, until the Eastern Wilderness, and then continuing to the north.

The whole world knew that Ning Que took Sangsang, the daughter of the Hades King, into the Desolate Tribe. Xiling Temple sent a message to the Senate of the Desolate Tribe, ordering the Desolate to kill or hand over the Underworld immediately, and the Xiling Temple promised to stop the attack on the Desolate and set up a large pasture in the Eastern Wilderness to help the Desolate people restore the country.

The Desolate Senate calmly and firmly rejected the request of the Xiling Temple.

The Xiling Temple issued an edict to the world, ordering all cultivators to enter the wasteland, and the grain and grass that had been continuously imported into the wasteland became more and more, and various countries began to recruit soldiers.

The Xiling Temple said in the edict that this is no longer just a war against the desolate, but a holy war to save the world. The real war is about to begin.

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(The next chapter strives for two points ago.) ）