Chapter 93 White Clothes Sacrifice Song

Evening mountains.

At this moment, the sky is getting darker, and in the area where the sun is dim, the sky is even darker, like a thick and water-soaked cloth covering the top of the head layer by layer, gradually descending, constantly compressing the world.

On the ground, there are neighing and roaring demons everywhere, in different shapes, including blood-red evil spirits, giant snakes with human-faced patterns, powerful ghost apes with three sides and four hands, and layer upon layer in the sky. There are densely packed ghosts like a school of fish, and there are low-level monsters with strange appearances.

These monsters all come from the gaps in the underground caves. Some of them have long since evolved naturally, and some of them are skeletons once cultivated by Yama Palace. They are clawing their teeth and claws, rubbing their sharp black hooks and teeth, and roaring and looking forward.

At the exit of the Great Rift Valley, soldiers in black-yellow armor stood on the low city wall piled with rubble, with red scale-like shields arranged on one side, forming a tight series. After that, the sharp spear was placed between the shields and aimed at the outside world, and the rear position kept firing black arrows like locusts, falling into the black raging beasts.

In the current situation, you don't even need to aim, any arrow can hit a demon. However, even if one batch of monsters is shot down, the next batch of monsters will fill up, and the number seems to be endless.

"What's the situation?" Tu Haoyang walked out of the valley with several people and came to the position at the entrance of the valley.

"Master Hui, I can only hold on to it at present. Although these monsters are average in size, there are too many." A general wearing dark copper armor replied with a fist.

"Is that so..."

Tu Haoyang looked up and saw that these monsters in the mountains and plains continued to gather from all over the world, some of them were flying, ready to rush into the valley. Fortunately, the dragon knights of those dynasties are very strong, and most of these invading demons can be quickly killed.

In the sky, the red-scaled fire dragon roared, and the flames after suppressing and accumulating power were like substance, pouring down from the sky, burning away many hideous monsters.

And some of these powerful individuals were also enraged and began to fight back.

32 eagles with brown-gray iron feathers flew in the sky, their speed getting faster and faster, like moving steel thick knives, cutting straight down from the sky from time to time. The atmosphere was split, and scales were scraped off the dragon's body, and blood splashed.

Although these vicious vultures are not very good at cooperating, but relying on the powerful strength of the Necronomicon Sequence 6 and far exceeding the number of opponents, the dragon cavalry of these dynasties finally began to win, and they no longer directly crushed them as before.

Looking at the scene where the flames and afterimages collided and wandered in the sky, Tu Haoyang's eyes became solemn.

It is undeniable that the dragon knights of the dynasty have undergone rigorous training, and they can control the flying dragons and cooperate with each other to burst into a powerful strength. But the current problem is that in strong and good fighters, physical strength is also limited.

These dragon knights basically did not sleep for two days to rest. If they continue, there will be a lot of casualties.

To this end, Tu Haoyang clenched the hardwood bar in front of him, making a difficult decision in his mind.

Now it is no different than 6 years ago, when the Sequence 5 Dragon Knights could only be regarded as reserve, and there was even a woven Sequence 7 Dragon Knight Legion in the dynasty.

Unfortunately, so many things have changed over the years. Today, the Dragon Knights of Sequence 5 are already the most elite combat troops in the dynasty. The rare existence of Sequence 6 is generally the commander of the Dragon Knight Legion.

The command power of these characters is in the hands of the prefectures of each state, and even the prefectural shepherd cannot be mobilized, and if the prefects want to command these dragon riders to attack in large numbers, they must also have a tiger rune from the center of the dynasty. Now that he can bring these sixteen dragon knights out, it is already the limit of his power.

After all, he is not a special general of the dynasty, and he has no right to mobilize so many the most elite troops.

Under the battlements, groups of demons attacked, and they were beheaded by those garrisoned soldiers. Their corpses kept accumulating, and finally a slope was formed under the battlements, and the garrisoned military formations gradually lost their due geographical advantages.

Looking at this scene, he waved his hand slowly and asked the adjutant to order, ordering these soldiers to step back temporarily and move to another wall stack that was continued to be built at the rear.

"Yes, my lord."

After that, the golden gong sounded, and the flag of the commander fluttered in the air. The frontier troops of the tens of thousands of dynasties slowly retreated, leaving the ruined and blood-stained position, and re-arranged in the rear.

Seeing that these enemies were about to leave, some demons also wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, but unfortunately, the dozens of fire dragons in the sky spewed red fire, burning down the position full of corpses, and blocking these demons for the time being.

After so many demons appeared outside the valley, the residents in the valley raised their hearts again. This is the first time in the past month that they have been worried. Sometimes sleeping at night will be awakened by those resounding roars.

In the shrine, Granny Geluo was leaning on the door frame, looking at the extreme point of sight, the chaotic and fierce battlefield, her eyes were full of worry. Now the frontier troops are fighting and retreating, but the monsters are gathering more and more, and the situation on the battlefield is gradually unbalanced, falling to the other side. If there is no support, I am afraid that tomorrow, or the day after, these monsters will completely flood into the valley, and then, everything will be over.

"Did they actually find that horn...Alas, everything is fate, jade sword, copper candle, and crane ling..."

As the words fell, she seemed to have made up her mind to invite ghost-killing messengers in black.

After the shrine maiden gave some instructions, these black-clothed ghost-killing messengers dissipated outside the shrine and rushed into the valley.

Not long after, in this valley, an old man, village chief, patriarch, and other representatives of the Youji clan received news and took heavy steps, gradually gathering outside the shrine.

And when they see the shrine hanging inside and outside

When the white lantern was raised, it seemed that he had been prepared in his heart and bowed his head.

Sleepless nights, the shrine is brightly lit.

There are no other outsiders here tonight, except for Granny Geluo, all of them are highly respected existences from the clan.

They quietly listened to Granny Gloria's story, each with a heavy heart.

Finally, several of the oldest representatives emerged from the crowd.

The hair, beard, and eyebrows of these old people are all white, and some are still leaning on crutches, walking tremblingly.

"Master Ge Luo." The voice was excited and sincere, as if hot tears were flowing slowly.

"I am ashamed and ashamed, and I have nothing to repay... Since you entered this shrine 67 years ago, you have worked diligently for decades, helping us and other families, instructing planting, treating serious diseases, and planning the four seasons, Regulate the dragon veins and caress the demons."

"I don't want to approach my old age. Not only have I failed to let you live in peace, but I have to come this far..." Several of them knelt down and bowed in front of the witch.

As the elders of the savage family knelt down, others also knelt to the ground one after another, and there was no standing figure in the hall of the shrine.

The candles in the hall burned violently, and the dazzling candlelight shone on the old man at the top.

At this moment, she also seemed to be excited in her heart. She breathed with trembling, slowly raised and lowered her hand, and closed her eyes.

"That's all I can do. I hope you won't hate me in the future." With that, the voice dissipated.

As dawn approached, the elders of the clan left one by one, and soon after, there was cries, quarrels, and repressed tranquility from every household in the valley.

There has always been the impression of the Moji clan that they wear black clothes and use black cloth, but today there is white cloth in the valley.

Every household began to put up white lanterns, and a snow-white coat was also made temporarily.

As night approached, the lanterns hung from the eaves of the shrine, forming a line, lining up all around and in the valley.

One after another, the candles in the lanterns burned, swaying slightly in the air with the hanging ropes, forming a long corridor leading to the shrine in the dark valley.

Do not want to waste in the past. The candles that were used sparingly were all dug out from the bottom of the box tonight. On both sides of the street, there are a group of people dressed in black. Their originally pale faces were illuminated by this warm light, and they stood quietly.

One after another, a special family walked out of the house. They all wore white coats that were different from others, and covered their faces with white cloth. They could only see the corner of their feet.

Most of these people are between 20-40 years old, which is the healthiest and most active time in their lives.

A sound of drums began to sound in the peaceful and silent valley, and these drums were quiet, like the ensemble of ancient sacrifices and ceremonies.

The ancient ballads of Jiqu and Fangya slowly rose from the valley. They followed the elders of the clan and recited the language of the ancient country. Their songs were far away, as if there were endless vicissitudes and sadness in them. (sound)

And tonight, the frontier troops of the Plantagenet Dynasty were all isolated, silently watching this line of white-clothed clansmen slowly cross the street and walk step by step towards the shrine with rows of lanterns hanging in front of the shrine. space.

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