Empire: Invincible Valkyrie

Chapter 21

The night before the farewell, Chu Ge and the men of the tribe did not return from hunting. In front of the yurt that lit the bonfire, Wu Hong sat here quietly, the light of the fire reflected on his face, but he couldn't see the thoughts in his eyes.

"Huhu..." The wind swayed the flame from side to side, and a little spark floated in the air.

Wo Hong drank kumiss, although it was not as strong as the grain wine brewed by the farming people, it was still a good drink, about the degree of beer, with a milky sweet taste.

Unknowingly, he has also gotten used to the food culture of this world.

"There's not a lot of jerky, only twelve catties, so save some."

Although cultivation is very important, Chu Long put down today's "homework" and sat next to Wo Hong holding all the dried meat that he could collect at home.

"Do you really have to go?" Chu Long asked lightly, and he also poured himself a bowl of kumiss.

"Don't go? If you don't go, you support me." Wo Hong gave him a playful look.

"You...you, I'm telling you something serious." Chu Long was a little annoyed, and gave him a complaining look.

"Hahaha..." Wo Hong smiled comfortably, "It's so easy to be serious without teasing." After laughing, he drank the wine in his hand.

"Hi~~" Wo Hong let out a milky smell of alcohol.

"Aaron, I have my own way to go, and you have your own way to go. The things we both carry are different." Wo Hong's eyes were indifferent.

"Hehehe..." Chu Long chuckled, "At first, I thought that someone would accompany me on the way of cultivation, but it seems that I can only be alone."

"When are you leaving?"

"tonight."

Chu Long looked at Wo Hong in surprise, "It's still so dark, if you leave so late, aren't you afraid you won't be able to find your way?"

"It's good if you can't find your way." Wo Hong looked at the endless night in the distance of the felt tent.

People are on the road of constantly looking for direction. This boundless night is full of stimulation and unknown for Wo Hong at this time. When the goal is not clear enough, such stimulation can bring him a strong motivation. .

On the other hand, Wo Hong didn't want to bid farewell to Zuge in person, nor did he want to have too much entanglement with the patriarch and the others.

The half gazelle roasted on the bonfire was very fragrant. Wo Hong and Chu Long chatted without saying a word, and the meat was finished after a while.

The kumiss in the water bag was exhausted, and there was no more drop.

Wohong stretched his waist, got up slowly, put the big bags of dried meat on the horse's back, and equipped the fierce soldiers one by one, especially the tightly wrapped black bow, which was also carried behind his back.

Since the technology of war horses is still very backward, there are no horseshoes and stirrups, so there is nothing special to check.

"Hello! Wo Hong." Chu Long's voice came from behind.

Wo Hong froze when he got on his horse, and turned his head, "What's the matter?"

"Will we meet again in the future?"

Chu Long stared at him closely. It might take a long time to see him again after this farewell.

"Of course, Chu Long." Wo Hong jumped up lightly and got on his horse.

"If one day, you need my help."

"As long as a letter is delivered, I will come and help you!"

"Drive!!" Wo Hong rode his horse forward, and the driven old horse began to run vigorously at this moment, and soon, he entered the boundless night.

Chu Long stood quietly by the bonfire, looking at Wo Hong's disappearing figure.

In the dark night, a lone torch swayed in the cold wind, and Wu Hong followed the road in his memory, gradually moving away from the tribe, and the light of the fire was almost gone.

The bitter cold wind blew on Wo Hong's face, his face was flat, and he walked against the wind, his lonely figure revealed perseverance and determination.

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A few days later, on the vast ancient road, a frail old horse carried a young man in a yellow sheepskin cloak and headed towards the nearest water source.

In the sky, the vicious sun hung high, and the dazzling sunlight shone on the grassland. Although it had been a while, the hot and high temperature did not appear to have weakened in the slightest.

The originally verdant and dense grasslands are now withered and yellow, and the living places of animals are also rapidly decreasing along with the water sources.

Along the way, you can see beasts that have turned into bones.

"Chirp~~" The sound of a bird of prey suddenly came from the sky. Wo Hong looked up and saw that it was a black eagle circling in a certain direction. The excited voice was telling him that the water source had been found.

"There is water to drink, let's hold on for a while." Wo Hong patted the neck of the sitting old horse, and said with a hoarse voice in his thirsty throat.

"Huh..." The old horse snorted and pulled himself together.

Occasionally, along the way, we encountered herdsmen who were fleeing the drought, and they all said that the nearby tribes fought, and many people died because of the water source.

Wohong didn't go to those places on purpose, but near certain tribes, coyotes could be seen gnawing on the bones.

There are also carrion crows like vultures, which also appear with death.

"Sizzling..." The old horse who sat down occasionally squirted a few times of urine, leaving a little wet trace on the dry road and stirring up a little dust.

Wo Hong frowned slightly. This kind of drought is basically a disaster for small and medium tribes that do not occupy the river. In order to survive, they must either unite and attack the big tribes, or they can only rely on the big tribes to survive. .

But then the status will be very low, and the big tribes have more strength and have the ability to wage war.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the war sweeping the entire grassland will come.

The Zhao people in the east will be very happy to see this scene. The situation on the grassland is changing rapidly, although Wu Hong roughly knows how it will develop.

But he didn't know what position he should occupy in this change, and where his own opportunities were.

These days, he survived by preying on gazelle and ground squirrel. After losing the leadership of the tribe, his goal became unclear. He just walked towards the monster forest along the way. He heard that there were water and towns nearby.

And it's a neutral town, so there won't be any fights.

"Hey, junior, do you feel very confused?" At this moment, the voice of the ancestor of the blood knife came from the blood knife on the waist.

"Don't think so much, go find a few tribes to slash people, let the ancestors drink blood, and then the ancestors will teach you a peerless magic skill to ensure that you are invincible in this grassland."

"At that time, when you are strong, do you still worry about not being able to find your way?"

"When the time comes, it's up to you to choose whether you want women or the world!"

"Can you shut up?" Wohong interrupted him coldly, this knife is good for everything, it can absorb blood to restore the blade, enhance the evil spirit, and strengthen its own quality.

But as the spirit of the weapon, the ancestor of the blood knife forced to talk too much.

Come out to confuse him whenever he has a chance. If he is mentally ill, he might really believe him.

"It's really boring. The ancestor has been lonely in the knife for so many years. It's impossible to find someone to talk to. He can't talk after only a few words. The current juniors are too impetuous..."

"If you talk too much, I'll break you up now." Wu Hong said coldly.

Patriarch Blood Knife: "..."

In the distance, a not-so-small forest can be seen, which is rare on the grassland. The black eagle hovered happily in the sky, indicating that the water source is there.

Wo Hong rode his horse forward, and the old horse who sat down complained, but also speeded up his pace helplessly.

"Stop!!!" When he was fast entering the woods, five or six sturdy men holding bows and arrows suddenly rushed out.

Wo Hong reined in the horse's reins, stopped in place, and looked at these people with a cold face. "There's a severe drought on the grassland, I'm going down to the woods to drink some water, I hope you don't stop me."

"Where's the boy, hurry up and roll." As soon as they heard the voice of a young man, the few people lost interest immediately, and it seemed that they didn't have much money.

The one who was thinner at the head also had a domineering face: "It doesn't matter if you want to drink water, you have to leave some money, this is our territory."

Wo Hong's eyes were sharp, and through the gaps in the trees, he could faintly see the edge of the water source in the forest, where a large group of people rested and drank water at will.

"Those people inside also paid?"

The men laughed when they heard the words, and said to Wu Hong disdainfully: "How can you be compared with them?"

"Do you know the Datan'er tribe? The people inside are the future heirs of that powerful tribe. What are you? It's already a chance for you to pay to enter."

"That means they didn't give any money?" Wohong looked at them coldly.

Wo Hong did not intend to give them any good looks for these bullies. The strongest of these people is only the first rank, and this water source belongs to the neutral rest area of ​​the entire grassland in the dense records, not the In any sphere of influence, what qualifications do these people have to collect money?

Therefore, he had no intention of giving money at all, nor did he intend to leave just now. He had been thirsty for a day, and his temper suddenly came up.

"Boy, the grandpas are giving you a chance. If you don't have any money, get out and don't make trouble here." The face of the leader of those few people turned cold.

"I'm just picking things up, so what can you do?" Wo Hong sneered, got off his horse, and hurried forward towards these people.

"You're looking for death!!!" The faces of those people turned dark, and they yelled sharply. They went to see that Wu Hong had already stood in front of them in an instant, with his hands and feet out, his throat locked, his back thrown, and several consecutive kicks.

The remaining few people were too late to shoot arrows, so they were knocked down one by one.

"If there is a next time, it will be the time of your death." Wo Hong patted the ashes on his body, left this sentence coldly, led the old horse, and went straight into the forest, ignoring the people who were howling on the ground.

Seeing that the battle was over, the black eagle also flopped and landed on Wo Hong's shoulder, arranging his feathers.

In this grassland where the weak prey on the strong, only those who have the strength are qualified to speak, and only the strong have the power to make rules, and the few people who are now on the ground have no qualifications to be his opponents.

Seeing the figure of Wo Hong walking in gradually, those few people struggled to get up, but they looked depressed. They are not even as good as a little boy now, no wonder they can only do this kind of thing.

Among the tribes in the entire grassland, those who can reach the second level at the age of ten are considered one of the best geniuses. The boy in front of me, who is the heir of some tribe, has such strength at a young age. If he can reach the second level before the age of 13 After reaching the third level, even a "big country" like Zhao Guo can be regarded as a top genius.

If this person can survive, he is very likely to become an overlord on the grassland in the future.

(End of this chapter)