In the legend of the people of the grassland, there is a mass cave in the north of Yinshan Mountain, in which there are countless corpses and bones, monsters are rampant, and people have died ten times without life, as for who died inside, no one can say clearly.

It's not that there are no brave young herdsmen who have searched for them, but without exception, they have never returned.

Over time, the sorcerers of the tribe would always warn the newborn foals not to go near the huge bottomless stone cave, and to be curious, just look at it from a distance.

At this moment, in front of this famous huge stone cave, there are a thousand Nanyuan elite horsemen neatly arranged, and countless Di horsemen have gathered from all directions, and there are more or less traces of fighting on their bodies, and there are still a few human heads hanging in front of the horses of some fierce soldiers.

A fat, big-shouldered and round-waisted general Di immediately stood in front of the battle, wearing a brown leather robe, wearing a horned iron helmet with a different style from the Great Zhou army, holding a giant sword in his right hand, and a bronze beast-faced arm shield hanging on his left arm, the edge of the arm shield was full of sharp serrations.

He stared at the small hill in front of him, which seemed to have been cut in half, hollow into the middle of the mountain, revealing a black cavern, through which the wind poured in, making a terrible and strange cry.

General Di pointed the giant sword in his hand forward, and immediately a team of 100 people dismounted, carrying a knife in one hand and a torch in the other, and walked towards the entrance of the cave under the leadership of the centurion.

The entrance to the cave is very large, oblique downward, enough for a dozen people to run in parallel, if it is smoother, it can simply run a horse.

The Di people did not know the situation and did not dare to ride their horses, so a hundred people lined up in seven or eight columns and marched cautiously.

However, only two or three columns had been entered, and exclamations and screams came from the cave.

The dozens of people who hadn't even entered the cave didn't even have time to react, when they saw a column of turquoise air erupting from the cave, with no blades and blades, and the branches and leaves were sinking, like a bamboo breaking through the ground!

The huge green bamboo with a thickness of three or five zhang shook the branches violently, and then all the dozens of people who were congested at the entrance of the cave were crushed, and then the remaining momentum went straight into the sky, more than ten zhang high, showing the appearance of supporting the sky in mid-air.

The jasper-like leaves have dewdrops of dew condensed by spiritual energy hanging down, connecting into threads, which appear moist and vibrant.

General Di's face changed, and he said loudly in Di's language: "Which great witch is practicing here?" I am Dong Ran, the elder of Nanyuan Di Tent Wanfu, and I am here on the order of the prince of Helan Changchun, and I invite you to come out and see you!"

On the grassland, in addition to the golden sword lord who holds the power of the fiefdom and the generals under his command, the inspired cultivators are the great witch sages who are also respected and deeply loved and feared by the Di people.

Then the cave can only be a maverick wizard who likes to deal with demons and the dead.

As for the Zhou people, Lao Dongran didn't consider this possibility at all

Sure enough, a bright voice in the cave responded to the captain's question, speaking in pure Di language: "Don't you know that this is a forbidden place? Why do you bring these children to die?"

The echo quickly dissipated into a whimpering wind, and the man was silent, apparently neither willing to be named, nor prepared to show up.

A green bamboo that supports the sky gradually dissipates, leaving only a faint outline in mid-air, like a dream.

Lao Dongran snorted coldly, obviously very dissatisfied with the behavior of the people in the cave who hid their heads and tails: "This is the order of the king of Nanyuan, no matter who you are, if you don't want to die under the golden sword of the king's tent, leave the ten thousand caves!"

He didn't know bamboo, and he hadn't heard of any great witch in the territory of Helan Wang's tent, especially in the shamanic religion, who had such strange visions, and for such ascetics who had no great foundation, it would not be too much trouble to kill them.

It was Lao Dongran who swung his sword again, and at the same time made a silent gesture with his left hand.

This time, three of the remaining nine centuriens came out of the ranks, but instead of going into the hole again to die, or even dismounting, they took out a special rocket from the quiver and lit it, and flew through the hole in three waves, shooting the rocket into the hole.

A rain of burning arrows flew into the cave with the wind, illuminating a large area of space near the entrance, and the wet moss growing on the walls of the cave could be seen, but there was still bottomless darkness within the light.

Because the entrance to the cave was diagonally downward, many arrows were mounted on the walls of the cave, and they rattled, but there was nothing to ignite.

Despite this, many arrows flew into the depths of the cavern, and many bizarre and strangely shaped rocks flickered in the faint light.

Instead, an emerald green halo lit up in the seeping darkness, and countless sparks were shot out by the arrows.

As the elite cavalry commander under the command of the Nanyuan Di Tent Golden Sword Lord, Lao Dongran is also a grandmaster master, and with his eyesight far beyond ordinary people, he has condescendingly seen the reality in the cave.

Not far from the entrance of the cave, there was a stone platform high above the ground, and a man sat on the stone platform.

An angry look appeared on Lao Dongran's face, and it was not a great witch who strangled a team of 100 people under his command with a sword aura in the cave, but a young man from Zhou!

The young man's face was a little blurry and indistinct, but he could see that the other party had thick beard and long hair, and his long hair was scattered, and he was tall but not very strong, just like a huge skeleton, and he seemed to have long hands and feet.

He wore a strange brown robe, like the one worn by a shaman called a Taoist priest in the Zhou people, and carried an equally strange green cane in his hand.

Lao Dongran shouted angrily: "The treacherous Zhou people, dare to deceive me, you have to pay the price!"

The six hundred-man teams without rockets also began to shoot arrows into the cave in turn, and the rain of arrows never stopped, almost drowning the figure wrapped in an emerald green halo.

With a definite target, the shooting was extremely powerful, and in the clanging sound, the stone platform where the young man of Zhou was sitting was hit into pits, and many small stones were cracked from the stone platform, rolling and falling towards the depths of the cave.

The grassland Di people have their own rules and regulations for dealing with the lone grandmaster master, first ten thousand arrows are fired together, and the arrows are killed with iron horses, waiting to use copper and iron knives and arrows and thousands of flesh and blood lives to exhaust the opponent's aura, and then the master of his own side will make a final decision.

This method is naturally extremely cold-blooded and cruel, but it is also very cost-effective and effective, after all, a grandmaster is far more precious and useful than an ordinary soldier.

The key point is how many casualties the soldiers can bear.

In other words, victory or defeat only depends on whether one's own soldiers can consume the opponent's Grandmaster's aura to the maximum extent before they can bear the casualties and finally collapse, and whether they still have enough troops to stop the opponent's Grandmaster's aura when they are exhausted and ready to fight or escape.

This is a very simple and complex temple calculation, which can best test the elite degree of the soldiers, and even the heart and ability of the soldiers.

The so-called elite soldiers and rabble, the so-called famous generals and mediocre talents, are already among them.

The thousands of Di cavalry gradually gathered outside the mass cave were obviously skilled soldiers with bows and horses, and Lao Dongran, the commander of ten thousand soldiers, did not have the slightest compassion for the lives of his soldiers.

The entrance of the cave is too narrow for the army, it can be called easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it really wants to consume the young people of the Zhou people in the dead hole, but I am afraid that it will take hundreds of more lives.

However, when the arrows carried by this thousand-person team ran out, Lao Dongran still raised his sword without hesitation: "Sons, rush in and kill him!"