The system came a hundred years earlier, I kicked Beihai Kindergarten

"At first, I just wanted to go to the tower to see Mr. Yuan because you could lead the barbarians. I wanted to find a solution from Mr. Yuan."

"Then, Mr. Yuan, I, and you, we will go together to save the books. Those are the accumulation of successive generations of Zhenbei kings. They are the most important things."

"Then we will meet up with the butler and turn the tables together."

"After seeing Mr. Yuan, he said that our Northern Territory is finished, completely finished... I wanted to give it a try, so I left you at the bottom of the tower to attract some of the enemies first, and then I'll do those things to see if there's a chance of a comeback..."

"In this round, you may die there, and I may die too, because the armory, granary, and even the library are places that the enemy wants."

"In this game, I moved everyone to the gambling table."

"How's the battle going?" Shen Lang did not mention the fact that Zhao Huaibei left him at the bottom of the tower.

These things that Zhao Huaibei did reminded Shen Lang of two people.

The move made by Li Ru, Jia Xu and Zhao Huaibei was truly ruthless, leaving nothing good for the enemy.

poof...

Zhao Huaibei knelt on the ground and said in despair: "Mr. Yuan is dead. He died in the process of fighting his way out of the city..."

"Even though I've done so much, the enemies still keep coming..."

Two lines of clear tears flowed down Zhao Huaibei's dirty face, leaving two slightly clean marks.

He laughed bitterly: "It's broken, Thunder Cloud Pass has been broken! More enemies are coming here, there is no hope for us in the North..."

"Shen Lang, run away, run faster, and take them with you."

"I know I have let you down. I will give my life back to you now..."

He seemed to be talking about Shen Lang, and also seemed to be talking about all the people he was sorry for.

"Brother, don't cry..." The little girl came to Zhao Huaibei and grabbed his arm.

The little boy looked a little confused, as if he didn't understand the situation.

Several women also couldn't bear it.

The dragon riders clenched their weapons tightly, not knowing what they were thinking.

The butler turned his head away.

He knew that what Zhao Huaibei did was also a huge test for his conscience.

How can a normal person have such decisiveness?

Now that Zhao Huaibei has spoken out all of this and vented his feelings, it can also...

"Master, let's go together!" Shen Lang grabbed Zhao Huaibei's hand and said in a deep voice: "You haven't lost hope yet. You are the future of the Zhao family. If you die..."

"Escape, where to escape?" Zhao Huaibei looked at Shen Lang blankly. He no longer had the carefreeness of lying on a chair and eating grapes, nor the wisdom and composure of persuading prostitutes to become good women in the brothel.

"The Zhao family is the last barrier of the northern border!"

"I guess... my eldest brother has died in the battle at Leiyun Pass. As a son of the Zhao family, he killed countless civilians and soldiers in the city. You want me to escape?"

"If I run away, how can I face the countless wronged souls? How can I face my ancestors?"

"Young master, as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood..." Shen Lang hurriedly persuaded.

"Oh, thank you, thank you for listening to me say so much." Zhao Huaibei pushed away Shen Lang's hand and stood up.

"Master, cough cough..."

The butler coughed up a mouthful of blood.

It can be seen that his situation is not optimistic if he breaks out of the city.

"Butler, you can't just watch the young master die!" Shen Lang's eyes were on the butler.

Unfortunately, Shen Lang's body seemed to be full of holes now, and he couldn't get up to stop it.

He had used up all his true energy, and it was Mo Yi who helped him recover last time.

This time, Mo Yi was not around.

"Shen Lang, we have no right to stop the men of the Zhao family from dying." The butler said solemnly.

"Just sleep peacefully..." Zhao Huaibei pointed at Shen Lang.

In an instant, Shen Lang felt his head becoming dizzy.

"Shen Lang, live well..."

As far as Zhao Huaibei could see, many pursuers had already rushed out from Muyun City.

Those grassland people were blown to pieces. In one explosion, Zhao Huaibei killed at least 20,000 grassland cavalry.

However, even though so many were killed in bombings and battles, their iron hooves never stopped.

Besides fear, they are more angry!

The people of the grassland will not feel at ease until Zhao Huaibei, the second son of the Zhao family, is dead.

"Uncle Zheng, can we fight again?" Zhao Huaibei slowly drew out the Mu Yun Sword.

"I am willing to die with you, sir."

Looking at the galloping cavalry in the distance, Zhao Huaibei pointed his Muyun sword at the ground and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation.

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The battle in the north was a war that the grasslands had been planning for thirty years.

They took advantage of the loopholes in the great barrier and dug their way in from the Great Wall.

Luring monsters and barbarians as the vanguard, the Wolf Lord personally took charge and stormed Muyun City.

The Leiyun Pass, which had not been broken for thirty years, was attacked jointly by the four tribes of the grassland.

That night, Leiyun Pass was breached due to lack of follow-up support, and Zhao Huaian, the eldest son of the Zhao family, died in the battle at Leiyun Pass.

On the grassland, the Kerait tribe lost a divine beast, the Thunder Crown Dragon, in the Divine Mystical Realm.

The fire in Muyun City burned all night. Half of the city was covered with ice and snow, and the other half was covered with wind and sand. It existed in name only. Countless people lost their homes, and only 6,000 out of 200,000 people escaped from Muyun City.

This battle lasted for two days and two nights. King Zhao Qingyang of Zhenbei disappeared, his second son Zhao Huaibei and chief steward Zheng Qingfeng died in battle at the South Gate, and the sorcerer Yuan Huai died at the South Gate.

On the grassland, all the monsters and barbarians were killed, the Wolf Lord was seriously injured, more than 40,000 grassland cavalry were killed or wounded, and countless masters were killed or wounded.

For a while, Muyun City seemed like hell on earth...

pat, pat...

"No matter how good it is to leave so many dead bodies there, we have to burn them all together."

"Yeah, what a waste of time."

"Damn it, I'm so tired."

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. This will be our base from now on. If there is a plague, everyone below the Zhoutian realm may die."

"So scary?"

"This time, the Wolf Lord has earned a lot of demon beasts' inner cores. How much are they worth?"

"Hey, those things have nothing to do with us. My military exploits are good. I can at least exchange them for six slaves."

"I have eight!"

"I have made the greatest contribution. Do you know the granary? In our tribe, the fire was so big that we managed to snatch a full 10% of the food."

"How much is that?"

"Uh... I don't know either. The leader said so."

"We also managed to rob a lot of military equipment. Fortunately, we went to put out the fire as soon as possible."

"Come to think of it, we clearly launched a surprise attack, so why are the casualties almost the same as those in Muyun City? Is it because the Wolf Lord is not good enough..."

pat...

Just as the soldiers were throwing the bodies and chatting, a hand suddenly stretched out from the pile of corpses.

Covered in blood, with thin hands.

pat, pat...

The bloody hand grabbed the corpse, exerting force bit by bit.

Soon, a man crawled out from the pile of corpses.

"Damn it, I didn't accept any disciples, and that brat didn't accept any disciples either, but he still almost died. What a huge karma he had, he almost didn't get away..."

"This kid and Wei Qianluo have such strong fates, they should be fine, they... should have escaped..."

The smell here is extremely bad. If an ordinary person came here, he would probably vomit.

Not only was there the smell of the corpse, the appearance of the corpse itself was also quite terrifying. In this battle, the ordinary soldiers were fine, but few of the dragon riders managed to keep their bodies intact...

Fortunately, it is winter outside the city created by Zhao Huaibei. If it is autumn, flies will be everywhere when the sun shines, and a quick burn may not suppress the plague.

Mo Yi carefully glanced at the soldiers carrying corpses behind him and crawled forward quietly.

She looked around. It was a plain outside the city. There were so many corpses piled up there that it was no exaggeration to call it a mountain of corpses.

If I didn't use fire spells, it would take a lot of firewood to burn these people to death.

Soon, Mo Yi's eyes fixed on one place.

From here, it seems that I can escape...

Well, just run!

That night, Mo Yi almost ran out of energy, but she pretended to be dead among the corpses and thus escaped.

You know, her cultivation level is just the Xiaoyao realm, and the only challenge she can make is the Shenyou realm.

In this battle, five people from the Divine Profound Realm died...

The grassland also paid a heavy price.

As Mo Yi was crawling, he touched a corpse and discovered that the corpse still had a heartbeat.

Mo Yi took a cautious look.

Oh, an acquaintance!

Isn’t this Shen Lang’s old customer Qiao Shan?

The person lying next to him is Zhang San’s son Zhang Lei?

Unfortunately, Zhang San only had this one son. Once Zhang Lei died, Zhang San would have no descendants...

Huh, I don’t know how Zhang San is doing, is he alive?

Mo Yi couldn't help but sigh.

The armor on Zhang Lei and Qiao Shan had been stripped off.

In this world, even in a certain level of cultivation civilization, armor is still a rare commodity.

There is no other way. Each piece of armor is a top-grade yellow-level magical weapon. If he doesn't take it off, we can only say that the wolf lord is crazy.

Seeing that this man could still be saved, Mo Yi grabbed his collar and moved forward cautiously.

As for whether he can be saved, that depends on his luck.

Chapter 79 A Long Journey

Wei Qianluo had a rope hanging on his body, which was tied to a straw mat, and Shen Lang was lying on the mat.

Fortunately, Wei Qianluo was born with supernatural powers, and now he is a cultivator, so even if he suffered a lot of external and internal injuries, he was able to drag Shen Lang.

Before that, Zhao Huaibei and Zheng Qingfeng blocked the enemy, Wei Qianluo helped Shen Lang escape, and many scattered enemy troops rushed up.

The Dragon Riders were protecting Zhao Qingyang's family and were unable to help Wei Qianluo and Shen Lang.

After this rush, the two sides were separated, and no one knew what happened to Zhao Qingyang's family members, whether they were dead or alive.