The daylight in the Prairie Court is always extraordinarily long.

They hate the daytime.

The most anticipated part of the day is the moment when the campfire is lit in the camp after sunset.

It's strange to say.

They obviously hate light, but they love fire unusually much.

There are even clear regulations that all clansmen are not allowed to use hard iron tools to stir up fires, and it is also forbidden to extinguish fires with water, sand, etc.

The campfire in front of the camp of the Wolf King of the Prairie has never been extinguished since it was lit, at least not among the people alive today who have ever seen it extinguished.

A child born in the Five Kingdoms. Whether you are learning literature or martial arts, you always have to apprentice at a certain age. And the next generation of the Prairie Royal Court, no matter what kind of occupation they are engaged in, will all visit this bonfire in a unified manner.

The grassland is located in the northwest and is an extremely cold place.

In the beginning, they were no different from animals. And the biggest threat they face is now their most loyal companion - the wolf in the crotch.

In that era of ice and snow, Ru Mao drank blood. Every night of the generals, countless ancestors will be eaten alive by wolves, leaving only pools of scarlet flesh and bones.

Gradually, they began to resent the sun.

Resentful of why it had to leave so quickly, why it couldn't give them a little more shelter......

As a result, they used to hug each other before sunset every day and say the truest words from each other's hearts.

There are countless young boys and girls who have taken this opportunity to complain to each other, promising that if they can see the sun of tomorrow together, they will always be united and will not be separated.

After saying goodbye, everyone glared angrily at the West.

They cursed as far as the sun was setting, toward the last rays of the sun. With all the foul language they could think of, the little ones would even pee into the sunset. It was a resentment that rose from the depths of the soul, a pain that was tormented by countless separations of life and death.

Then, they will bow down to the place where the moon rises. At the same time, offer the noblest and most holy words to pray that the moonlight will shine brighter tonight than last night.

For countless dark nights, this cold moonlight was their last protective color.

The moonlight reflected in the snow and in the sky, exposing the wolves.

Only this moonlight. in order to allow them to occupy a little bit of initiative in the fight against the wolves.

There was no wind that night.

No snow.

There is no moon either.

I don't know what kind of fate it was, but a clansman who returned late and was alone was fortunate enough to get a spark.

His hands were clasped tightly, revealing only a slight gap.

Looking through the gap, there was a faint, crimson light.

His hands felt the temperature of this "light", and he held this star "light" as if he were holding his newborn child.

In a few moments, his hands felt hot.

It's just that he didn't know that this feeling was called burning.

He had never been scalded before that.

I just think it's hotter than the hottest sun in the middle of summer.

He walked back with this scorching "light" in his hand.

He wanted his people to feel the incredible, nocturnal, scorching "light".

Gradually, however, he felt that the "heat" in his palms was no longer so obvious.

From the previous piercing heart, to the feeling of reaching into the belly of the freshly slaughtered prey.

For some reason, he carefully opened his clenched palm, and he felt that the "light" of the star was alive, and it would flicker and dim with the ups and downs of its own breathing.

He leaned his ear up to hear if it was still "alive."

Unexpectedly, Spark ignited the messy hair on his sideburns...... Soon, the fire consumed half of his body.

He felt unprecedented "warmth", his heart was full of joy and excitement, and he didn't feel the slightest pain.

He took a step and ran quickly towards his people's habitat.

The wind fuels the fire, and the fire borrows the wind.

Gradually, the whole person was engulfed in flames......

But he finally returned to his people.

A burst of fire dispersed the wolves that were besieging their people.

He collapsed with a smile on his face.

Even if no one could see it, he knew in his heart that he was smiling.

Since then, the people of the steppe have had fire!

They were no longer afraid of the night, they were no longer afraid of the wolves.

On the contrary, after countless counterattacks, the wolves finally lowered their bloodthirsty heads to them.

And the one who led the clan to win this battle of humans and wolves was the first wolf king of the grassland royal court.

He has not forgotten his ancestor.

The ancestor who used his body as a vehicle to bring the fire back.

Even when he died, he didn't know it was fire...... However, his love for his clansmen and his attachment to the ancestral land have made him an invincible nation across the grasslands and a civilization that can compete with the Dingxi Domain.

The first wolf king erected a high platform on his inauguration ceremony, on which a brazier was enshrined.

It is said that the brazier contained the ashes of that ancestor.

Subsequently, the first wolf king divided the grasslands one by one.

Today, each of them received a handful of ashes from a brazier and sprinkled them over the bonfire in the center of their branch.

Pray that the spirit of the ancestors will always shine on the grassland with the light of the fire, and shelter his descendants.

Inside the front camp of the Moon Swallowing Division.

Yanzi walked into the tent and nodded to the three Gong Sifeng, which was regarded as a greeting.

Si Feng didn't care about Yanzi's rude behavior, the grassland people were not a people who paid attention to etiquette.

"All the people you want are all there, eight hundred and ninety-one in all. ”

A group of sturdy men, with their hands tied behind their backs, blindfolded. Kneeling naked in a circle, with a funnel-shaped bonfire in the middle, unlit.

Yanzi still didn't speak, his eyes looked at Si Feng quietly.

"Humph!"

Rao was as rude as Sifeng, and after all, he couldn't stand such a cold attitude, so he turned around and walked away.

"Sanbu Gong, can this work? besides, he is not from our grassland...... There is a saying in the Five Great Princes that has spread widely, and those who are not of my race will have different hearts......"

"I don't know what to do...... However, since it was ordered by General Angran himself, it should not be wrong. ”

A hunchbacked old man said to Si Feng.

Each branch of the grassland has a group of wise men, which is served by the most experienced old man in the department.

They don't believe in any didactic knowledge, but silently pass on the experience that nature has given them.

Yanzi saw that Si Feng was walking away, so he slowly took off his shirt.

Revealing bronzed skin and strong muscles, his chest and back were covered with brutal scars...... Even the bravest warrior of the steppe had less than a third of his scars.

A single brand and many whip marks were faintly visible in these scars, but there were still countless indistinguishable scars that looked like earthworms crawling on him.

He took out a porcelain vase from his pocket, opened it, put it under his nose and sniffed it deeply, with a look of intoxication on his face.

Without much nostalgia, the porcelain vase was placed directly below the funnel-shaped bonfire and the bonfire was lit. With a boning knife, Iwako cut off a piece of flesh from each of the people kneeling there and threw it into the campfire.

Time.

The flames rose into the sky

Plasma is flowing everywhere.

The screams were incessant.

Iwako stood there quietly, eyes closed and arms open, as if enjoying cruelty......

The sizzling sound of human flesh thrown into the campfire was caused by the fact that the fat was roasted by the fire.

"Tick!"

Finally, a drop of roasted oil mixed with plant ash dripped into the porcelain vase below.

"Tick ...... Tick...... Tick ......"

Gradually, the people who were cut down quieted down.

An atmosphere of death and despair slowly rose from the ground......

Bottles, filled.

Although Si Feng in the distance and the hunchbacked wise man in the Moon Swallowing Department did not see these pictures, the terrible screams made Si Feng a little uncomfortable.

Iwako excitedly picked up the porcelain vase, pulled out a bone flute from it, and gently blew it.

The melody is poignant, sad, and varied. It is like a devil crying, a very strange and ethereal feeling, and it is like countless souls lamenting in the quiet night.

Inside the Dingzhou Prefecture.

Huo Wang sat cross-legged on the bed. He pinched a mysterious handprint in both hands, as if he was cultivating.

But in fact, he used his spirit to constantly wander the streets and alleys of Dingzhou City.

Merchants selling incense tablets on the roadside, mothers beating their children in the neighborhood, wives cursing their gambler husbands, carrying sedan chairs slowly passing through the noisy streets, and merchants building shelters in front of their shops when the humidity rises in the spring.

Busy, bustling, and peaceful.

Hoon has taken care of all these things, no matter how big or small.

Suddenly, his mind was fixed on a group of women.

It was the group of uniformly dressed women who appeared outside the Liuguang Pavilion and had extremely beautiful figures.

Huo Wang's spirit circled around them a few times, and then he was about to drill into the Liuguang Pavilion.

"Dang!"

Huo Wang only felt that his mind was like a bell tower ringing.

His spirit was forcibly blocked outside the Liuguang Pavilion, and he was immediately furious!

This time, why is it so unpleasant?

I want him to be a young man. Although he came from a humble background, he started recklessly. But since the sword was drawn, there has been no defeat.

For quite a few years, Jin Ge Iron Horse, the soldiers are like dragons and tigers. He raised his sword and carried the flag, the beacon fire Huangcheng Road, and finally shared the world with the other four people in half a life.

But in less than half a month, there have been frequent accidents, which has made Huo Wang's ironclad state of mind a little looser.

Huo Wang opened his eyes and breathed, quickly walked out of the extreme, and stabilized his state of mind.

"I am the one who wants to cross the immortal bridge and attain the supreme immortal position. This heart must not fluctuate in any way!"

Those who can become kings and overlords are probably the same.

They never admit mistakes, but that doesn't mean they will never make mistakes.

The reason why you can be superior to others is to know and correct your mistakes.

Know your mistakes, correct them, but never admit them.

If the first two are imperial hegemony, then the last one is the path of sages.

It's easy to say four words, but there are really few people in the world who can do it.

Huo Wang stabilized his state of mind, condensed his spirit into one point, and stabbed out again towards the Liuguang Pavilion.

Who would have thought that this time it was not hindered in any way.

When I was thinking about it, I saw Liu Ruiying fainting on the ground.

Inside the Streamer Pavilion.

The storyteller raised his eyes and glanced slightly into the air.

Then he didn't care about what was happening in the hall, and went to the backstage to rest with his hands behind his back.