"What the general said is that this sword is probably just a spiritual belief."

"However, since I met it, I will take it away unceremoniously." She pulled her sword out of the snow, and a snowflake rose up.

The undead desolate people below shouted no, and when they saw that their swords were drawn, they scattered and fled.

Mu Lan raised the sword, and Yu Zhao's perspective became very high, so high that Fan Lingshu could easily see the snow waves sweeping in the distance!

"General! Evacuate! The neat Mu Lan army quickly retreated in the shaking of the ground and mountains, but the hundreds of people who ran slower at the tail were instantly swallowed by the snow waves.

That night, Mu Lan led tens of thousands of people to rest in a valley, the sword was stuck by the bonfire, and Mu Lan sat opposite, staring at her all the time.

"If there really is such a divine power, then the person who can control this sword will not be invincible in the world?"

"General, this sword is very vicious, it has been here for thousands of years, and the God Realm has not sent anyone to take it, I'm afraid it's an ominous thing, let's return it." The adjutant on the side proposed.

"It's a shame to go back like this." Mu Lan grabbed the wine jar and took a sip, "Besides, with this sword, the desolate people have been making trouble in the north, making it difficult for the emperor to sleep." ”

"General, catch a desolate man lurking in!" A soldier came up to give a report.

"Bring it here."

A moment later, several soldiers dragged a man up and threw him on the ground.

The man looked up in front of the campfire, and his face was handsome and beautiful, with a little unyielding.

"Are you a wastelander and want to steal this sword?" Mu Lan asked.

"In Xia Xinyi, I came on the orders of the king of the northern realm to confirm that the general will return the sacred relics of our clan."

Mu Lan shook his head: "If you are not of my race, their hearts will be different, and I led my troops to fight this time to exterminate you." ”

"General, in the bitter cold land of the north, our clan has settled here, for thousands of years, occasionally natural disasters and man-made disasters, the clansmen are hungry, so they will disturb the border, but as long as the general is willing to return the holy relics, the king of the north promises to lead the clansmen to move back fifty miles, and restrain the clansmen, and never invade the Xuanyue country again!"

Even though the other party made such a sincere request, Mu Lan was still unmoved.

A qualified manager will not easily overflow with sympathy.

War is war, and the border people who are harassed by the desolate people are also miserable, and all her considerations must be based on the overall situation.

Xin Yi was taken down, and that night, the surrounding area of the valley began to be attacked by snow waves again, and this time Mu Lan had already been guarded, so the team retreated quickly, and the casualties were not large.

It's just that when she finally left the valley, Mu Lan stumbled and fell into a dark river, and the cold and biting water instantly swept over her, making her unconscious.

Yu Zhao kept watching, and the boy named Xin Yi jumped into the dark river to save her and take her to a cave to recuperate.

Xin Yi almost ran away with his sword, but halfway through, he thought that Mu Lan would freeze to death, and returned.

In the cave, he lit a fire and even used his own body temperature to warm Mu Lan to save her life.

Mu Lan, who woke up, gradually developed feelings for him, and agreed to Xin Yi's previous proposal to sue for peace, as long as they retreated 50 miles, he would return the sword to them.

Xin Yi was delighted and took her back to where her people were hiding, and told the king of the north of her decision.

The King of the Northern Realm said: "General, this sword is indeed a vicious thing, and those who cannot control her will have a steady stream of disasters with them, and he has often provoked annihilation among our clan. ”