"Half pull your ears, no, Jing Changfeng, I'll leave you, there are other arrangements!" Chief Rhodo turned to Chu Zhen and said, "Lord Chu, then you will go and invite your wizards from the Central Plains, and I will invite our wizards from the grassland to see who can solve the mystery of this 'blood mist' and save the sheep of the grassland!" ”

"In that case, without further ado, I'll go back and get ready and hit the road as soon as possible! Farewell! After Chu Zhen finished speaking, he turned over and quickly walked away.

At this time, the black horse ran over and reported to Lord Rodo: "Chief Rodo, more than forty of our sheep have died!" There are seven or eight more, although they are not dead, but I am afraid they will not be able to do it either! What to do? ”

Lord Rhodo: "What else can I do!" Let's keep some to eat, and the rest will be dried first, and what can be sold will be transported to the market to be sold! ”

The black horse said yes and left in a hurry.

"A few days ago, during the martial arts competition, the sheep and horses promised to the steppe warriors have not been fulfilled, who knew that such a thing would happen! Alas! Chief Rodo muttered to himself with a helpless expression.

"Lord Rodo, this is a special period for the grassland, so why don't you take advantage of this bloody mist disaster to pardon those herdsmen who failed in the competition, and don't need them to hand over the sheep! That way, those who win the game will no longer be rewarded......"

Luo Duo said: "What you said is not a good way. So far, the herdsmen are indeed too busy to take care of themselves! Rodo said, looking at the blue-black mountains.

After this period of contact with these aliens, Jing Changfeng found that they were not as incomprehensible as he imagined. On the contrary, he felt that he should do what he could to help them. In a way, he and these people can be regarded as sharing weal and woe.

That night, the wind of the whole grassland was filled with a strong smell of meat. The children were happy to run wild on the prairie, but the adults were not happy in any way.

A burst of blood mist swept away most of their hard work for half a year.

Jing Changfeng heard from Black Horse that Rodo sent his son Luo Sheqi to the Shenlu tribe to ask for a wizard named Usaman.

"The wizard called Usaman...... Do you have a lot of ability? Jing Changfeng asked.

"Who knows! However, I heard Luo Sheqi say that there are many wizards possessed by the spirit of the deer in this tribe, and they have many divine powers that ordinary people do not have, such as making the blind see things again, and making the dead speak......"

"Really? That...... How do they do it? ”

"I haven't seen it either, I've only heard about it. Luo Sheqi also said that this Wu Saman is the most powerful wizard in the Shenlu tribe! Whenever he went to a place to ward off calamities, he usually had to offer sacrifices from men. ”

"Is it a human sacrifice? ...... "Jing Changfeng thought, could it be a kind of black witchcraft?"

"What? Brother Gale, have you ever heard of such a thing as a human sacrifice? Black Horse asked.

Jing Changfeng shook his head. Somehow, he was filled with an unspeakable suspicion of the Uzza that Roshche was going to invite.

"What kind of deer tribe is that, how far is it from our wolf tribe?"

"If it's a fast horse, it will take seven or eight days! I don't know exactly how far it is. Black Horse said.

Jing Changfeng no longer spoke, but looked at the stars shining like pearls in the dark night sky.

The night breeze gradually rose, and Jing Changfeng shivered, and he wrapped his robe tighter.

"Brother Dafeng, it's late at night, let's go back to sleep in the yurt!" Black Horse Road.

"Brother, you're tired after a busy day, just go to sleep first, and I'll sit for a while!"

Jing Changfeng feels that the life of the dark horse is actually simple and happy, how good.

He doesn't have to think about anything, herding sheep, eating mutton, drinking milk tea, and sleeping, so that he can spend his life.

"Then I'll bring you a blanket." Soon, Hei Ma'er put a large piece of woolen blanket on Jing Changfeng and went back to the yurt to sleep.

Jing Changfeng faced this invisible darkness, and only felt as if he had fallen into a big whirlpool.

I was like a seed from the Central Plains, blown into the vast grassland by a gust of wind.

I want to try my best to take root and grow, but I don't know anything about the soil, water, and sunlight.

He couldn't help but wonder what he was doing in the army in the first place. Do you really want to serve the Emperor of the Celestial Empire and kill all the Yidi in the Northern Regions?

Of course not. This is not only because Jing Changfeng has accepted some of his father's contemptuous thoughts about the emperor's power and scheming since he was a child, but more importantly, I am afraid that he has always been full of curiosity about this mysterious northern region!

And joining the army is just an opportunity for Jing Changfeng to explore the unknown world.

So, if you're here, why are you hesitating?

Fear?

Yes! In the depths of my heart, there is a special fear of the future!

There is both curiosity and fear about what he is about to face, and this is what makes Jing Changfeng entangled.

This kind of psychology should also be possessed by his grandfather, Xuanshan Daochang, right? Not only the Xuanshan Dao Chief, but also the big businessman Chu Zhenchu should be like this, right?

After such a long period of contact, Jing Changfeng found that in fact, the herdsmen in the Northern Regions and the people of the Central Plains are actually the same emotionally except for the differences in living habits and customs.

They also have joys and sorrows, sympathy and kindness, and of course, jealousy, anger and deceit.

So, since I'm here, I'm here, so let's be brave enough to blend in with them! It's like a dark horse.

Thinking of this, Jing Changfeng actually felt that his whole body was happy, and he actually forgot about the injury under his armpit, and when he jumped up from the ground, there was a sharp pain, which instantly made him grin!

The next day, Jing Changfeng offered to go with the black horse to graze the sheep.

The black horse was very happy, and like a child, he prepared cheese and mare's milk wine, hung it on the saddle, and chose a mare of a docile personality for him to ride.

After walking out of the yurt, Jing Changfeng suddenly felt that the sky was wide and wide. Especially sitting on horseback with the Black Horse brothers, while enjoying the vast scenery, while listening to the Black Horse tell the legends and stories that happened in this magical land, Jing Changfeng is like being in a dream.

In fact, this grassland was originally a wilderness and was uninhabited. Ever since the god of the steppe had a blue wolf and a green deer intercourse, the first herdsmen ancestors were born, and then more people existed.

As the number of people on the steppe increased, wars continued one after another for wealth. Later, a mighty, handsome, and intelligent hero appeared on the steppe. The great hero of the grassland, Gusli, led a large army to conquer all directions, and harvested a large number of gold, silver, jewelry, cattle, sheep, and women.