Gao Wunan's Legend of Wushuang

"A familiar scene." Wu Feng was thinking, and the leading priestess opposite had already sung tears of praise, "Strong, merciful, and just warrior! Thank you for saving Lazarin's city and her innocent citizens. Inhuman Dothraki."

With the mighty power of the gate of the plane, Wu Feng can easily understand the other party's language

Wu Feng raised his head and looked at the women and children kneeling at their feet. Their faces were still full of sadness. Just now, their husbands and fathers died tragically under the butcher's knife of the invaders.

"Dothraki, what continent is this on?"

Doubt appeared in the eyes of the leading priestess. Her robe was made of light and fine wool, and the complex patterns on it showed her identity. Well informed.

"Mighty warrior, this is the continent of Essos, the home of our Lazarin people for generations."

The gate of the plane allows Wu Feng to communicate with the aborigines without hindrance, but it will not instill common sense and knowledge, but obviously, there are already guides.

If there is anything worthy of Wu Feng's attention in this world: dragons, white ghosts, magic, dragon crystals, Valyrian steel.

Even in the Zhongtian Continent, there are very few beasts with the blood of the dragon, and once they become adults, the innate warriors are often powerful and not weaker than humans. They can be called monsters. Now that they have the opportunity to meet the real dragon, Wu Feng must There is no reason to let it go.

As for the immortality of the other ghost and the magic that has the ability to bring the dead back to life, Wu Feng also expressed his interest.

The survivors welcomed Wu Feng into the town in awe, and then began to organize women and children to put out the flames and rescue their relatives.

When the embers of the flames were gradually extinguished, the field was full of weeping women and ignorant children. Most of the men died in battle, and even if they did not die, they could only survive as disabled for the rest of their lives.

The Lazarines spliced ​​the corpses of their relatives together as much as possible, lit a soaring flame outside the town, and the priestess danced a spiritual dance to welcome the dead to the kingdom of the gods.

When all the dust settled, the priestess knocked on Wu Feng's door again.

"So, you want to follow me." The other party explained the purpose of coming. Most of the men in the clan died in battle, leaving only orphans and widows. They can only take shelter from the powerful.

"Yes, my lord, as long as you grant us the right to live and be free. The Lazarin will shepherd lambs and horses for you, and all the wealth we have created will be dedicated to you." The priestess saluted, her head deeply low.

"Reasonable terms, but how can I trust your loyalty?"

The priestess held a gold-plated golden scepter in both hands, and the shape of the scepter was shaped like a goat's horn. "My lord, this is the golden goat's horn passed down from generation to generation by our Lazarin people. When it is handed over by the priest to someone hands, representing the Lazarin voluntarily submitting to their subordinates and regarding them as the supreme ruler."

Wu Feng took a deep look at the priestess, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, making this priest who has been serving God feel as vast and mighty as a god, "I agree to your request. From today on, you They will accept my protection, they are my servants, my family members."

The priestess and the maids behind her also knelt down and swore, "Your order, our will, your rule, we accept, and your power, we will always obey."

After the relatively hasty ceremony of allegiance, Wu Feng issued the first order.

"All Lazarines, take your most valuable belongings and food, and everyone needs to ride a horse and a carriage and leave the town where the times lived."

No one disputes that the Lazarines are weak by nature and will follow through on even the most unreasonable orders after pledging allegiance to someone.

Wu Feng then called the priestess Mora, "Where did the group of Dothraki come from? How many are there?"

The priestess had a worried look on her face, "Master, they are a Cass in Dungo Kaokaras, and the leader Gadi you killed is the Kou of this Cass."

"How many are they?"

"There are a thousand riders, my lord."

"Why didn't Khal Dungo fight in person?" The Dothraki are brave and good at fighting. They are known as a people on horseback. There was no sign of him.

The priestess had grief on her face, "This is Gadi's private action, but Kao Dungo acquiesced to his actions."

Chapter 3 Cowardly

Wu Feng glanced at the other party when he heard the words, and shook his head slightly in his heart. The other party obviously didn't pay attention to the Lazarin people at all, and just one kas would have slaughtered the Lazarin people several times his own. If Wu Feng hadn't intervened, The Dothraki had now returned to camp with their spoils.

"How soon will Kayo Dunge receive this news?" The plundering team all died under Wu Feng's sword, no one escaped, and no one tipped off the news.

"The transmission of news on the 'Dothraki Sea' grassland is delayed, but the Dothraki will send rangers to contact each Cass every half a day. Once they find something wrong, they will send a letter back immediately. They will receive the news within a day at most."

"Then what we have to face now is more than 800 elite Dothraki warriors..." Wu Feng pondered for a moment, "Where is the nearest Lazarin town to us?"

"Master...you..." The priestess raised her head in surprise, and then said with a gray face, "In normal times, they might take us in for the sake of the same clan, but now they will never risk offending the Lazarines. Risk helps us."

Weak, cowardly, and not united enough, it is no wonder that they are called goatmen, and they are hunted and plundered by the Dothraki.

However, because of this, their character is more cowardly, and it is easier to obey and loyal. Wu Feng is confident that under his leadership, even a group of sheep will transform and evolve, and surprise the meat eaters with the horns on their heads.

"Give me an order, and everyone will move to the nearest Lazarin town." Wu Feng waved his hand. The advantage of a dictator is that he can act arbitrarily.

"Master!" The priestess tried to persuade her again, but she suddenly met Wu Feng's eyes, and her body trembled suddenly. Those black eyes were as cold as ice and filled with murderous intent. They were so deep and dark that people couldn't tell. Objections come.

"Yes……"

The efficiency of the Lazarin was not bad. Only an hour later, a winding convoy was driving on the lush grass of the Dothraki Sea. Most of the drivers were strong women, and they drove the Dothraki horses. Strapped in front of a wooden board with wheels, the cart was driven like a sheep.

The loss of their loved ones has made them stronger, and now they are about to find a way out for their children.

The pursuers arrived soon.

More than a dozen Dothraki scouts rushed towards the convoy whistling.

"Keep moving forward, don't stop." Wu Feng ordered the left and right, kicking the horse's belly and shooting the arrow out of the string.

The sound of fighting and shouting sounded, and soon stopped abruptly.

After a while, Wu Fengshi hurriedly caught up with the carriage and threw down the glaring head, "Now we have ten fewer enemies."

"My lord, your bravery shines like the sun." The priestess looked wildly, and even the surrounding crowd began to worship again.

"Forward!" Wu Feng shouted loudly, causing the surrounding Lazarin people to jump up and get up to continue driving.

Half an hour after the second attack, a full 50 Dothraki scouts appeared around the convoy, and they shot around the convoy from a distance.

Arrows are like death sickles.

Although Wu Feng blocked most of the arrows, he still missed the other.

This time, there were finally casualties. Many women driving the carriage were pierced by sharp arrows, and fell to the ground without making a sound. Mercedes ahead.

Wu Feng snorted coldly, these Lazarin people are all his property, how could he just sit back and watch his property be lost like this.

Although bows and arrows are not the weapons he is good at, he has dabbled in something, not to mention his eyes are sharper than eagles, and his arms are more stable than the earth.

He took out a longbow left by the Dothraki, held three arrows between the fingers of his right hand, and put them on the bow arm at the same time.

Three arrows shot out with lightning, and three galloping Dothraki scouts fell from their horses in the distance.

The Dothraki was taken aback. This place was far from the range of ordinary arrows. At this time, Wu Feng had already bent his bow and set his arrow again. This time he missed an arrow, but also fell two people.

"Rush over! Kill him!" The Dothraki scouts showed superb horse skills, and they clung to the horse's belly and rushed towards Wu Feng.

It's a pity that it's the same when it's difficult for the human body to aim and shoot horses. The horses screamed and were shot to death by the huge force attached to the arrows, and their owners rolled and fell down while galloping, with broken tendons and bones.

The few scouts who rushed to Wu Feng's front soon learned the desperation of their accomplices. No one could survive Wu Feng's slash, and the efficient and precise killing quickly left a lot of corpses.

"Next time, the opponent will definitely come out in full force." Wu Feng said to the priestess as if he had done a trivial thing after finishing off the enemy.

After losing twice in a row, no matter how stupid that Dunge Kao is, he will know that this Lazarin team is a "hard bone", and he may have brought back Wu Feng's information, so next time he will definitely summon the army to dispatch , give it a go.

However, this time is enough time for everyone to come to the nearest Lazarin town.

It is not so much a town as it is a huge camp surrounded by log fences. The Dothraki's proficiency in warfare is well known throughout the prairie. The city walls are not enough to resist their aggression. These fences that are less than two meters high only need to It is easy to break through with a single charge, but this fragile defense is the only shelter in the hearts of Lazarin people.

"For the sake of our compatriots, please help us." In front of the camp, the priestess Mora was negotiating with the camp leader.

Opposite her was a row of Lazarin soldiers with long guns and complex expressions. They pushed their long guns outside to prevent the convoy from entering.

"Dungo Khao specially sent an envoy to order that all nearby Lazarin camps are not allowed to accept you." The leader of the camp was an old Lazarin man dressed in linen, and he sighed guiltily.

"Oh no! Those demons are trying to drive us to death."

"...Sorry, I can't let you in. You will bring disaster to us." The old man Lazarin said cruelly, "Please leave immediately, you are not welcome here."

"Supreme Shepherd! Please save your lamb! At least please take in our children. They are still young. Boys can grow up to be strong warriors, and girls can shepherd sheep and give birth to children." Mora tried Doing the last effort.

The old man Lazarin looked hesitant, gritted his teeth and was about to agree, when the thunderous roar of horseshoes sounded.

"Hehe, drink, drink!" In the distance, the figure of the galloping horse and the knight with bronze skin, hazel eyes and black hair began to charge.

The Dothraki are coming...

Chapter 4 World Invincible

The arrival of the Dothraki seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. Old man Lazarin's face changed suddenly, and he closed the only gate of the camp without saying a word.

"Hurry up and get out of here! We have nothing to do with you." The Lazarin soldiers behind the fence tightly clenched their spears tightly, but what they wanted to guard against was not the vicious Dothraki, but their compatriots.

"You cowardly wizard who deserves to go to hell!" The priestess shouted in a high-pitched and shrill voice, seeing the guilty and worried expression on the other party's face without accident, but stubbornly resisting the door to reject the help of her compatriots outside.

"Get behind me." At this time, Wu Feng suddenly said, a two-handed giant sword appeared in his hand, and a lifelike tiger opened its huge mouth to hold the blade more than one meter long.

"Tiger Roaring Sword", this magical weapon will shine in a different world for the first time!

The flame of hope rekindled in the eyes of the priestess who had already had the will to die. Wu Feng's strength was obvious to all along the way, but the opponent was more than 800 capable Dothraki warriors. Could he resist?

withstand?No!Wu Feng was not prepared to escape from the very beginning, he just wanted to stage a big drama, make the witnesses tremble, fear, worship, let the world praise his name!

Wu Feng jumped off the horse, began to trot, and then continued to accelerate. His speed quickly surpassed the horse, and he came in front of the army in just a moment.

"Clang!" The giant sword came out of its sheath, jumped up and drew a huge circle, and the heads of four Dothraki roaring warriors soared into the sky.

"Kill him!" Dengo Kao drew out his spear, and led his blood guards to rush towards Wu Feng. Beside him, there were people running wildly, shaking their scimitars and whistling.

"It's just in time!" Wu Feng bent his hind legs slightly, and then rushed out with a powerful reaction force. He made seventeen sword strikes in a short sprint, and eighteen Dothraki rangers jumped from their horses. Fall down on your back.

In addition to a line of blood appearing on the necks of 17 people, there was another person who was terrified to death by Wu Feng's crazy sword power.

Wu Feng's speed was too fast, so many Dothraki rangers missed each other before they could react.

At this time, Wu Feng was only in front of Kao Dengo and his three blood alliance guards.

A bloodrider rushed out roaring.

The tall horse under him roared like thunder, and the chain hammer in his hand whistled, the power was unstoppable.

"Whoosh!" The chain hammer in his hand was thrown without any tricks, and Wu Feng just caught it with one hand with the power that could shock a bison to death.

"Go back!" The hammer shot back at a faster speed than when it came, smashing the bloodrider off the horse, and he spurted blood like a waterfall while he was still in the air. When he landed, his chest was obviously sunken, and he died instantly.

A bloodrider with outstanding martial arts skills was instantly killed by Wu Feng without even holding back for a second, and the proud Dothraki would never admit it.

They can only wash away this shame with the blood of their enemies.

The two blood alliance guards and Khal Dengo attacked Wu Feng together in a semicircle, and the spears in their hands formed a triangular spearhead covering Wu Feng's whole body.

It's a pity that the lightning-fast speed in the eyes of others is as slow as a tortoise in Wu Feng's eyes. He just grabbed one of them and flicked it lightly, and the three spears collided together, bringing the three people who were moving at high speed together. Also standing still.

"Shua! Shua!" A sword slashed out, and the two blood alliance guards were divided into four pieces.