(800 Xichen people swore to seize the ancestral land, and the free immortals retreated to Tianchi)

There is a valley full of thorns at the southern foot of the middle part of the Dongdu Mountains. In a makeshift dwelling made of leaves and branches, sat Yexiong, the patriarch of the Xichen tribe with a rough face like a big black round cake and a beard.

He watched the two points of light in the Huishen jade in his hand gradually disappear, and couldn't help but scold: "Logai and Kangbai, these two wastes, actually died, how did they die?"

A few black moths fluttered from outside, circled around the lighted shack, flew to the back of the hand of a thin old man wrapped in brown rags squatting in the corner, and vanished.

The old man's name is Lu Pan, and he is the high priest of the Xichen tribe. His cheeks were raised, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyebrows wrinkled like water waves, and he smiled:

"There's no need to be discouraged. These two men died on their own. Their Nightmare Beast had just been unsealed, and there were not enough sacrifices, so their strength had dropped greatly. They didn't use the numerical advantage to crush them, but one by one they fought with the monks sent by the Emperor of Houtu, and they all died.

"It doesn't affect the big picture. Most of the people of the Windchaser tribe went to the hidden camp in the Red Moon Valley. It's easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it's in a remote location.

"Once there, if the exit is blocked, and they don't have a war beast, they can't get out again.

"Now that the Windchaser Tribe has died, and their orcs are at war with the monks of the Earth Kingdom, they are in chaos. This is our best chance.

"As long as we take the Tianchi Fortress, we will be able to control the center of Dongdu Mountain. When the time comes, it will be easy to besiege the toothless Wind Chasers in the Red Moon Valley and force them to surrender.

"We're going to attack the Tianchi Fortress right now before the Wind Chasers come to their senses, take the fortress in one fell swoop, and then force the Wind Chasers to surrender!

"But if we wait until the Wind Chaser Tribe is controlled by those Earth Monks, and the people of the tribe are organized to defend the Tianchi Fortress, we are afraid that we will have to knock out a few old teeth if we want to bite it off. ”

The old man licked his dry and wrinkled lips again, and added:

"Don't look at those monks, they are just ants under the crushing of tens of thousands of troops. It's been a long time since my beasts have enjoyed such a delicious taste. ”

Hundreds of years ago, the Xichen tribe was originally located in the northwest and occupied the area of the Fengdu Plain. After the rise of the Wind Country, the tribe was divided.

Some of the dust people who were willing to be ruled by the Shunfeng King stayed on the Fendu Plain and Dongdu Mountain, forming the large and small Wind tribes in the area now.

The other part of the Chens moved eastward. Because they came from the west, they were called the West Dust by the dust tribes of the east.

After the Frost Dust Witch unified the Dust Clan, they were sent here to occupy Dongdu Mountain, responsible for the logistics of the forward troops.

But after King Yun defeated the dust people in front, they were almost scattered by the rout of the front line. Yexiong continued to collect the rout, and took the initiative to evacuate Dongdu Mountain, only to retain most of his strength.

At this time, the order of the Cold Dust Witch came, ordering them to ride the Cloud King north to the Snow Country to compete with the Dust Clan for the Snow Country Ruins, and capture the Wind Capital from behind!

As long as they take the Wind Capital, the Cold Dust Witch will admit that the Wind Capital Plains are permanent territories belonging to their Western Dust Division.

Originally, there were many shrine maidens in one tribe. But now there's only one shrine maiden in the Cold Dust Division.

Moreover, the soldiers of this cold dust witch crisscross the northern frontier, and no one can be responsible. This witch has long been recognized as an empress in northern Xinjiang.

If she recognized that the Wind Capital Plains belonged to the Western Dust Division, it would be more valuable than the division from the Emperor of the Thick Earth.

After all, unlike Middle-earth, which worships nothingness such as fame and status, Northern Xinjiang is a world that speaks by strength.

Such a good opportunity, as the patriarch, how could Yexiong let it go? Even if it was a piece of hard work, he would try it.

He pulled out a sharp knife and slashed it at his fingertips, squeezing out a drop of blood that dripped onto a rough traction stone. Then he crushed the stone.

In the valley, there was a continuous tremor. But this is not the rocks and the earth shaking, but the spatial fluctuations.

Under the moonlit night, the valley seems to be a deep pool of constant fluctuations. In the rippling waves, countless people and beasts emerged out of nothing in the dark night, almost filling the valley.

They are none other than the Western Dust Tribes from the Eastern Wasteland, and the defeated Dust Tribe's defeated army by the Cloud King, a powerful army that has been reorganized.

Among them are mortals who have just been armed, experienced warriors and hunters, and there are many dust beast masters with the supernatural powers of strange beasts.

Of course, he didn't dare to put this army directly in Dongdu Mountain. At that time, the army of King Yun swept across the Fengdu Plain, and the vanguard had reached the northern foot of Dongdu Mountain. If they dared to assemble in Dongdu Mountain, they would most likely be annihilated by the Cloud King in one fell swoop.

They hid in an inaccessible wetland a hundred miles south of here. If King Yun had waved his army south at that time, they would have to continue to flee. But King Yun didn't, but went north.

The high priest Lupan spat out into the palm of his hand, spit out a large shiny glittering grasshopper, and threw it away. The patriarch Yexiong grabbed the grub in the air and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then he walked out of the hut with a straight face, climbed a boulder, and looked at the surging crowd below.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a powerful and penetrating voice came out of the "hot-blooded grasshopper" in his mouth. He opened his mouth to make movements, and Lu Pan was in charge of sound transmission, and they have always worked together like this.

"Have you seen all these people who look like us, dressed in the same robes, grazing the same cows, sheep, and deer along the way?

"You think they're dust like us?

"They are not our kindred at all, they are traitors! They were originally descendants of the dust people, but their ancestors hundreds of years ago betrayed their own tribe and took refuge in the Yao people from the south.

"They colluded with the Yao people from the south, killed us, occupied our grasslands, and expelled us to the desert to the east. ”

The crowd was infected by this heavy and generous voice, and they all remembered the tragic history of the establishment of the Wind Country in the western part of Northern Xinjiang hundreds of years ago, and the expulsion of the Dust people.

In fact, except for some long-lived old beastmasters, the vast majority of people here have not experienced this history. But they can empathize with the infinite pain, wail, and hatred in the dust.

As for the true history, those of the Wind Clan who have lived in the privileges of Dongdu Mountain for hundreds of years may have the answer. But they won't care.

The blood was already surging in their hearts, and everyone raised their weapons in their hands, filled with infinite power from the top of their heads to their toes.

"Kill them, kill them, kill them!"

The crowd angrily responded to the Great Patriarch's shouts. Immediately after that, the drums of war were beaten. Since ancient times, as long as the drums of war are sounded, there must be rivers of blood.

"Right now, attack, attack, attack, let's go and take back Dongdu Mountain, take back the Fengdu Plains, and take back the land of our ancestors!"

Yexiong raised his arms and exhaled. His muscles were as bronze as they reflected in the firelight. This night, he was like a god, igniting the fighting spirit in the hearts of all these earthly people.

"Kill them all, take back the land!"

Such violent spatial fluctuations made Gou Zhu, who had just killed Luo Gai, raise his head in the cold rain.

This is in line with his predictions. Since Logai and the Dust people were already in collusion, it was imminent for the Dust Tribes to attack Dongdu Mountain.

When he used the Blue Han Spirit Puppet to overhear Luo Gai's conspiracy with the Dust Clan, he had already sent a message to Hong Ru, the Wind Guardian in the north.

But it was impossible for the wind to send too many people to Dongdu Mountain for another decisive battle.

Dongdu Mountain is not the only barrier to the wind, there are still many directions to guard on all sides. And even if you send someone, it will take time.

Gou Zhu looked up at the highest place on the ridge under the bright moonlight. There is a glaring gap there, called the Winter Mountain Gap.

Although the place was on a high place, there was a large lake, which was called the Heavenly Pond. There is a heavenly pond, so there is no shortage of water there.

The Wind King built a stone city on the edge of the Tianchi according to the mountain, and sent a garrison. The walls are not high, but the location is extremely important. If you grasp this place, you will choke the throat of the entire mountain.

It was there that he rested when he first arrived at Dongdu Mountain. There were not many troops there, probably only a few hundred people, and they were the soldiers of the Wind Country sent by the Cloud King to garrison after defeating the dust people.

In his deduction, no matter how many possibilities there are, since the dust people have spent a lot of money to move a large number of troops, the first thing they have to do is to capture the Tianchi fortress.

So the next battlefield he had already booked was there.