Chapter 745: Baiyi Sacrifice Song

Chapter 724

The mountains at sunset.

At this moment, the sky is getting darker, and in areas where the sun is

already gloomy, the sky becomes deeper, like a thick and water-soaked cloth

covering the top of the head layer after layer, gradually lowering, and

constantly compressing the world.

On the ground, there are screaming and roaring demons everywhere. They have

different forms. There are blood-red evil spirits, giant snakes with human

faces, powerful ghosts with three sides and four hands, and layers in the sky,

such as There are dense ghosts crowded like a school of fish, as well as the

strange low-level monsters with various appearances.

These monsters all come from the crevices between the underground and the sky.

Part of it is natural evolution, and part of it is the corpses cultivated in

Yan Luo Palace. They stretch their teeth and dance their claws, rubbing the

black sharp hooks and teeth, and look forward with a low growl.

At the exit of the Great Rift Valley, a soldier in a black and yellow armor

stood on a low wall of gravel piled up with red scale shields arranged in

close series. After that, the sharp spear was placed between the shields,

aimed at the outside world, and the rear position continuously fired black

locust-like crossbows, falling into the black turbulent herd.

In the current situation, you don’t even need to aim, and you can shoot a

demon if you go down with an arrow. However, even if one batch of demons is

shot down, and the next batch of demons fills in, the number seems to be

endless.

"What's the situation." Tu Haoyang led several people out of the valley and

came to the position at the mouth of the valley.

"Master Hui, currently it can only be defensible. Although these monsters are

average, there are too many." A military commander wearing dark copper armor

replied with his fists.

"Is it this way?"

Tu Haoyang looked up, these monsters in the mountains and plains continued to

gather from all over the country, and some of them would fly, preparing to

rush into the valley. Fortunately, the dragon knights of those dynasties are

very strong, and most of these invading demons can quickly beheaded.

The red-scaled fire dragon roars in the sky, and the flame after suppressing

the charge is like a substance, pouring down from the sky, burning many

ferocious demons.

Some of the powerful individuals were also enraged and began to fight back.

32 evil eagles with brown-gray iron feathers fluttered in the sky, faster and

faster, like a thick moving steel knife, cutting straight down from the sky

from time to time. Splitting the atmosphere, scraping the fire dragon's body

with scales, splashing blood.

Although these evil eagles are not very good at cooperating, relying on the

powerful strength of the Necromancer Sequence 6 and the number far exceeding

their opponents, finally the dragon knights of these dynasties began to be

colored, no longer directly crushing as before.

Looking at the sky where the flames and afterimages collided and wandered, Tu

Haoyang's eyes also became solemn.

It is undeniable that the dragon knights of the dynasty have undergone

rigorous training, and they control flying dragons and cooperate with each

other to burst out powerful strength. But the current problem is that in

strong and excellent fighters, physical strength is also limited.

These dragon knights have basically not closed their eyes for two days to

rest. If they continue, there will be a lot of casualties.

For this, Tu Haoyang squeezed the hardwood rail in front of him, making

difficult decisions in his mind.

Now it is no more than 6 years ago. At that time, the sequence 5 dragon

knights could only be considered reserve, and there was even a woven Sequence

7 dragon knight army in the dynasty.

It's a pity that too many things have changed over the years. The Dragon

Knights of Sequence 5 are now the most elite combat troops in the dynasty, and

Sequence 6 is rare, and they are generally commanders of the Dragoon Legion.

The commanding power of these characters is in the hands of the captains of

the states, and even the state animal husbandry cannot mobilize them. If the

captain wants to command these dragoons to attack in large numbers, he must

have the tiger charm in the center of the dynasty. Now that he can bring these

sixteen dragon knights out, it is already the limit of power, no matter how

many, it will really cross the boundary.

After all, he is not a special general of the dynasty, and he has no right to

mobilize so many of the most elite troops.

Under the battlements, a group of demons attacked and were beheaded by the

soldiers who were stationed. Their bodies continued to accumulate. Finally,

they formed a ** under the battlements, and the garrisoned troops gradually

lost their proper geographical advantage.

Looking at this scene, he slowly waved his hand and asked the adjutant to give

the order to order these soldiers to retreat temporarily and move behind

another wall to continue to build.

"Yes, my lord."

After , the golden gong sounded, and the command flag was flipped in the air.

The frontier troops of these tens of thousands of dynasties slowly retreated,

giving way to the broken and bloodstained position, and re-arranged to the

rear.

Seeing these enemies are about to leave, some demons also wanted to take the

opportunity to go forward, but unfortunately, the dozens of fire dragons in

the sky burst into flames, but they burned the position full of corpses,

blocking these demons for the time being.

After so many demons emerged outside the valley, the residents in the valley

once again raised their hearts. I don’t know if this is the first time they

are worried and afraid in the past month. Sometimes sleeping at night will be

awakened by those resounding beast roars.

In the shrine, Granny Grop was holding on to the door frame, looking at the

extreme point of her vision, the chaotic and fierce battlefield, her eyes were

full of anxiety. Now the frontier soldiers are fighting and retreating, but

the monsters are gathering more and more, and the situation on the battlefield

is gradually unbalanced and falling to the other side. If there is no support,

I am afraid that tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, these monsters will

completely flood the valley, and then everything will be over.

"Did they find the horn. Alas, everything is fate, jade sword, bronze candle,

and Heling."

As the words fell, she seemed to have made up some determination to attract

ghost-slashing messengers in black.

After the witch gave her orders, the figures of the ghost-slashing messengers

in black dissipated outside the shrine and rushed into the valley.

Not long after, in this valley, an old man, village head, patriarch, and other

representatives of the dynasty clan received news, took heavy steps, and

gradually gathered outside the shrine.

And when they saw the white lanterns hanging inside and outside the shrine,

they seemed to be prepared and bowed their heads.

I stayed up all night, and the shrine is brightly lit.

There are no other outsiders here tonight. Except for Granny Gro, there are

all respected existences of the family.

They listened quietly to Granny Gro’s narration, each of them in a heavy

heart.

Finally, several of the oldest representatives walked out of the crowd.

The hair, beard, and eyebrows of these old people are all white, and some are

walking tremblingly on crutches.

"Master Gro." The voice was excited and sincere, as if tears were flowing

slowly.

"I am ashamed and ashamed in my heart, and there is no way to repay you since

you entered this shrine 67 years ago. You have been working diligently for

decades, helping me and other people who are there, instructing planting,

treating maladies, planning four o'clock, regulating dragon veins, and

caressing. But a demon."

"I don't want to approach my old age. Not only did I fail to let you enjoy

life, but I also got to this point." Several of them knelt down and bowed in

front of the witch.

As these elders from the clan knelt down, others also bowed to the ground one

after another, and there was no more standing figure in the hall of the

shrine.

The fire candle in the hall burned violently, and the dazzling candle

illuminated the old man at the top.

At this moment, she also seemed to be excited, breathing tremblingly, slowly

raising and lowering her hands, and then closing her eyes.

"The only thing I can do is this. I hope you won't hate me in the future."

Then, the voice disappeared.

As it approached dawn, these old people of the same clan left one by one, and

soon there was a cry of crying, arguing, and oppressive silence from every

household in the valley.

There has always been the impression that people are wearing black clothes and

black cloth, but today, white cloth appears in the valley.

Households began to put up white lanterns, and their snow-white coats also

started temporarily.

As the night approached, the lanterns were hung from under the eaves of the

shrine, and they were connected in a line and lined up all around and in the

valley.

One after another, the candlelight in the lantern burned, and with the hanging

rope swaying slightly in the air, in the gloomy valley, it formed a long

corridor leading to the shrine.

In the past, I didn’t want to waste. The stingy used candles were all turned

out from the bottom of the box tonight. On both sides of the street, there are

people who wear black clothes. Their pale faces were illuminated by the warm

light, standing quietly.

One by one, the special family of people walked out of their homes. They all

wore white coats that were different from the others and covered their faces

with white cloth. They could only see the light from their feet.

Most of these people are between 20-40 years old, which is the healthiest and

smartest time in life.

The sound of drums began to sound in the peaceful and silent valley. These

drums were deep and slow, like an ensemble of ancient sacrifices and

ceremonies.

The ancient ballads of stubborn teeth slowly rose from the valley. They

followed the elderly of the tribe, chanting the language of the ancient

kingdom of dreadfulness, and their singing voice was remote, as if there were

endless vicissitudes and sadness in it. (sound)

And tonight, the frontiers of the Gorse dynasty are all isolated, silently

watching this line of white-clothed people walking slowly across the street,

step by step towards the shrine where rows of lanterns are hung. space.

(End of this chapter)