Chapter 604

Nohara Huo slashed Kim with a knife and asked, Kim asked, and the body fell to the ground, and the body became two. And in Nohara's heart, it seems that there is something solid that has been knocked to pieces.

He looked back, and the victory on the battlefield had been decided. Almost all eyes fell on him, not only his own men, but also the enemy's warriors. Thousands of people looked at themselves, and there was fear, apprehension, and adoration in their eyes.

Not everyone has the courage to face tens of thousands of eyes, and whether these people want to follow you or kill you, it can put a lot of pressure on people.

Nohara raised his knife, and blood was still dripping from the blade.

"King. ”

I don't know who shouted, one stone stirred up a thousand waves, and then countless cries. Countless mouths, countless hearts chanting the same word.

"King. ”

After all, this battle was not a life-and-death battle for the extinction of the dead race, and it was also the Rong clan who defeated Jin Wendao. The Rong tribes fought each other, and many of Jin Wenwen's men were slaves taken from other tribes, and this was not the first time such a thing had happened. When Kim asks for death, they will become slaves of the wild fire. There will be no one carrying a knife to avenge Kim Wendao.

The movement of this battle was very loud, and many tribes in the steppe were talking about it. Before the start of the war, probably no one could have imagined that Nohara Fire could defeat Kim and replace him. This name finally entered everyone's eyes, and at the same time, everyone was also a little worried. Worry about what changes will happen to the grasslands next.

The tribes that originally belonged to the Northern Barbarian Tribe, some tribes have already expressed their willingness to surrender to the wild fire, and those who are unwilling to surrender have also been subdued after the wild fire has used its thunderous means.

After a lot of turmoil, he became the new king.

On this day, the sun came out of the grassland, but there was no warmth. A red horse is walking on the grassland, the young man on the back of the horse is wrapped in a big robe, and a broken felt hat is buttoned on his head, and he walks alone on the grassland.

After walking for a long time, a tent appeared by the river ahead, and a woman broke through the ice and drew water from the river.

The young man's horse stopped as he approached the tent, the woman looked up, and the two men, one standing on the river and the other on horseback, stared at each other.

"The guest is from afar?" said the woman, who warmed the mare's milk, and held it before the young man. The Rong people are always hospitable, and this young man inexplicably gave the woman a sense of familiarity.

"It's not that far, I lived in the neighborhood when I was a child. ”

The two children ran out of the tent and hugged the woman's legs, shouting "Mommy" and "Mommy", and the woman hung her head and rubbed their heads lovingly.

The young man also looked down at the child, the brim of his hat was pressed low, but he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. The woman threw the two children aside and said, "Where are the guests going?"

The young man was stunned and avoided the woman's gaze. The woman was also a little strange as to why he was the way he was to answer such a simple question. However, the woman did not have the heart to figure out the origin of the young man, and the Rong people lived by water, and often encountered homeless people who went against the journey.

If possible, always give each other a bowl of mare's milk wine, make small talk, and say something casually. After separation, there are still separate ways to go, and maybe they will never meet again in this life.

The young man looked up and asked a question that seemed to have been thought about for a long time: "Why can't you see your man?"

Oh, he went hunting with his dogs, and when winter came, he had to make a living like this. The woman sighed, and there was some sadness in her voice: "There is always a war, and those of us who are alive are good, but my man is timid, and he has survived all these years." ”

After all, his eyes still fell on the woman's face, because of the wind and sun all year round, the cheeks had a kind of grassland red color. In fact, if you look closely, you are not very old, but you have worked day and night, and your skin has already cracked. Look older than you really are.

Looking at her appearance, I also know that life is not how it is. Men on the grassland, if they have the ability, it is not uncommon to snatch three or four women as slaves.

He sat for a while, as if he wanted to say a lot, but felt that he shouldn't say a single one. Finally shook his head and pushed the bowl over.

"Thank you for the wine. ”

He stood up, whipped his horse, and prepared to leave. The woman looked up at him, and it was only when he was about to leave that she kept asking the confusion in her heart.

"The appearance of the guest, as if he was alone. ”

"Oh, do you remember him, who is he?"

The woman shook her head with a wry smile, and said in a hoarse voice: "That was a long time ago, in fact, I can't remember what he looked like, I occasionally dreamed, I remember the appearance of talking and eating, but I can't see it clearly." ”

The young man's dry voice asked, "That...... Is he okay?"

"Dead. The woman's eyes were already a little red, and she shook her head: "He has been dead for a long time, and there is nothing left, and now, I'm afraid no one remembers him." ”

"If you remember...... For him, that should be enough. ”

The young man uttered the last words and rolled over and jumped onto the red horse. He didn't dare to stop any longer, and slapped his horse into the distance, running far away until the figure disappeared into the horizon.

The night is getting darker, and the sun refuses to leave even the little light and heat to the world. Nohara sat on a grassy slope, surrounded by only wild grass, and the red horse was bored with grass roots.

At this moment, his figure looked thin and fragile, without the slightest momentum of the new king's decisive killing. In the eyes of many people, such as Zhong Mushan, the wild fire is a fire ignited on the grassland, and he is a god-like existence on the battlefield. Invincible, invincible. Moreover, he will continue to win until the whole world is burned by this fire.

However, Nohara Huo himself knew that he was not a god of war, and he would not be invincible. Under that cold shell, he was nothing more than a lonely ghost who walked out of Qingniu Mountain.

The moment he walked out of the valley full of corpses, it meant that he was going to break with the past. Some things don't matter anymore, and some people have to make a part.

Of course, this sentence is just talk. People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless, although the king is ruthless, but at least the current wilderness fire can't do it.

Ulihan

In three characters in the imperial Chinese, it is the pearl of the grassland. It's been many years since I didn't see this pearl, but the days when I really forgot her are numbered.

He could have given up his life for these three words. Of course, now he is not the cowardly and powerless he used to be, he now has a lot of people under him, and he can do a lot of things.

However, he found that he couldn't do anything for her.