Chapter 369 Tian Yan He Kai Returns

That day, the man in black went to a city that worshipped the eagle of the steppe. He saw the summer rain hitting the white lotus and the green leaves shedding tears. He sat down on the white stone steps under the eaves in the rain and ate the fruit he brought by the water.

The fruit was small and round, covered with a layer of paper skin as thin as a wing. When it was peeled off, it was as yellow as gold. It was slightly astringent at first, but sweet aftertaste, and rustled when bitten. The man in black thought that if Perturabo was here, or if Rogal Dorne was here, seeing this familiar fruit, he didn't know whether he would dare to eat it or not.

The rain gradually stopped, and in the very distant sky, a line of red light floated up with black smoke. The man in black calculated the time and it was the sky-high fire burning on the walls of the Palatine capital. He smiled slightly and walked slowly in that direction.

Even though the war drums could no longer be heard, the long street was still empty, and every house was closed and locked. After another two or three hours, we left the town and came to a grassland with lush weeds and few tall trees.

The straight road connecting the city gate tower on the plain was trampled flat by the carriages and horses, like a long road with earth as the base and dark green, and into the whole field, it was another thin and long silk ribbon.

The man in black listened carefully, stepped aside from the straight road, and walked leisurely on the weeds.

Not long after, the whole caravan came hurriedly. Judging from the decoration, it was a dome frame, with only horses and red wheels. The horses were carrying dry food on their backs, and the carriages were loaded with bundles of silk and several boxes of porcelain bottles. It seemed to be a wealthy businessman doing business.

The man in black kicked a gravel from the ground, breaking a wheel rim. The carriage flipped over instantly, crashing sideways into the ground with the porcelain bottle. The people inside rolled twice, fell out of the wooden door, and fell sideways on the loess.

The man was dressed like a rich man, with a jade belt around his waist, a silk robe, and a big belly. When he saw him, he burst into tears and said, "My... carriage has fallen into the ground, and I can't do business. I finally managed to get a trip after fighting for days..." After that, he kept howling and shaking like a sieve.

"You recognize me," the man in black laughed, and pulled out a red wooden shaft from the carriage frame, hitting the man so hard that he rolled on the ground. "Why are you crying? The Khan broke into your house?"

"Yes, yes, Chagatai Khan has torn down my house. Oh, it's better for me to die!" The man started to cry and beg for mercy.

The man in black had a frosty face. He wanted to have fun by exposing the stupid lies of the Paladin refugee prince, but his crying made him feel sick. He raised his hand to kill the man, shouted, and asked a group of servants to disperse, and fled to avoid disaster.

When he left a few miles away, a breeze came, and he heard bottles and jars overturned, silk and silk torn, and a group of men and women in coarse linen clothes came back boldly, picking up a lot of valuable things from the carriage frame and taking them away.

The man in black ignored him, staring at the gradually growing fire in the sky, and made a hand gesture to communicate with the golden soul.

Heading north, he followed the wind, leaving behind a thousand-foot green plain, and in an instant he crossed the vast sea. After about half a day, he arrived at the capital of Paladin.

This was originally a luxurious scene of jade buildings, pavilions and corridors, with waves around the pavilions and winds around the boats. God knows how much people's blood and sweat were spent on it, and how many skilled craftsmen's lives were wasted to build this Baoxuan Palace.

Now, the appearance has changed greatly. The pavilions are destroyed, the pavilions are dilapidated, and there are blazing fires everywhere. The lightning flags are fluttering, which adds a majestic momentum of the ruins of the fire.

The palace gate has been broken, the shouting and killing are gradually weakening, and there are charred corpses and split thick armor everywhere. After receiving Chagatai's military order, the grassland people did not dare to disobey. They did not dare to engage in private looting. They focused on blocking the fleeing nobles and guarded the doors with knives.

Many people in the Khan's tent knew the man in black. Before the decisive battle, he had told the legendary story from the wind rising under the Qingping Cliff, unifying Olympia, to meeting Zaydin Alanga from a foreign country, to being both a friend and an enemy with the stone, finding fighters from the bones and ghosts, meeting the only young king with a complete family, and falling into the bottom of the deep devil's cave...

Just when the story was about to meet the double-winged holy envoy, the military situation reached the last checkpoint. The man in black had to pack up his stall with regret and told the grassland people who volunteered to write it down for him that the previous part could be passed on at will, and the latter part would have to wait for a long time.

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Inside the collapsed palace wall, in the main hall, soldiers and horses have broken through the palace gate. Chagatai Khan sheathed his scimitar and looked down coldly. Surrounded by his personal soldiers, he surrounded the head of the Paladin and his guards in the hall.

The victory was set and there was no turning back. Soldiers had been sent to hang the golden thunder and lightning flag of the big tent on the city wall, expel irrelevant people, take away the usable treasures one by one, and then burn the palace.

He suddenly heard a slight breeze behind him, and said in a deep voice: "You are here."

"I am here." Morse said, examining the scene, with a smile on his lips: "I saw the red light in the sky, and I knew that you were fighting the last battle here, and I saw you coming. What are you going to do now?"

The Khan did not answer, but took a step forward, and the silver light was like lightning, and the blade was unsheathed.

He stared at the guards, pointed his sword, and stood still waiting. Several guards were trembling. After a while, a leading guard in gray armor shouted with all his might, raised his sword, and the blade flew over his head, heading towards Chagatai's waist and abdomen.

The Khan nodded slightly, and his sword flashed. When the guard's sword tip was about to stab in front of him, the White Tiger Sword slashed through the air and cut the guard's long sword in half. It fell to the ground with two clangs. He turned his wrist again, and the blade stabbed diagonally. With a whoosh, he cut off the guard's neck, but the head was still attached to the body, leaving a complete body.

"Sacrificing one's life for the country, protecting the hometown and the land, it is worthy of a hero." The Khan said proudly, and calmly swung the red blood on the blade, and the blood rain fell in a long arc.

He raised the sword again, and his meaning was self-evident. Several more guards came up one by one, some stabbed out their swords quickly, and some turned the sword tip diagonally. They used their skills and fell one after another under the Khan's sword. Chagatai's soldiers lifted the body away and said nothing silently.

Soon, only two or three Paladins were left in the palace, along with the prince who was sitting paralyzed. The room gradually became quiet, and the beacon fire outside seemed to be separated by the walls of the palace, leaving the noise outside. So quiet.

The Khan saw that no one was fighting anymore, so he put away his sword and was about to leave. The prince suddenly rushed forward, fell on the ground on the finely carved crystal slab inlaid with gold threads, and shouted angrily: "Why don't you kill me!"

The Khan turned a deaf ear to him, and the prince's howling became more and more miserable, and his voice became more and more fierce: "Chagatai Khan, why don't you swing your sword at me! Why don't you take my life with your own hands!"

The Khan raised his arm and waved his hand, his expression indifferent, without any interest.

Seeing that the prince had not yet come to his senses, the man in black added with a smile: "How can you deserve this honor?"

The prince's face suddenly turned pale, he covered his chest, and was so sad that he coughed up blood from his mouth.

Several warriors immediately stepped forward and chopped off the heads of the prince and the guards with their swords. The heads rolled down one after another and fell into a pool of hot blood, with their faces facing the sky and their eyes wide open.

In a moment, a cluster of flames climbed up the pillars of the palace.

The man in black followed the Khan out of the palace gate. Leaving the high hall, the blue sky reappeared above, with clouds flowing for thousands of years and clear sky for hundreds of generations. In the daytime, there was a golden crow, and at night, there were stars around the moon. This kind of scenery has never changed in Chogoris.

The huge bell on the bell tower rumbled, echoing inside and outside the city. The Khan looked at the sky, his face as calm as an ancient well.

"The war here is over. I wish the Khan a great victory." The man in black said.

The Khan came back to his senses and lowered his head to respond: "The war between heaven and earth is over, but there are still many wars outside the galaxy. Why can't the stars return to one country? I just don't know when I will return to the wilderness after this trip."

A voice sounded. "The road is long and the barriers are high. The victory song has stopped, but the blood has not yet cooled. The fire has gone out and the smoke has disappeared. The drums of war are hard to stop. The intention is not over yet, so I will compete with the light of the sky."

The Khan looked at the new voice, and his eyes were full of golden light, as if he was looking at the sun and tears were flowing.

He laughed and said: "The raging fire will eventually die out, and the green blood will be exchanged for history. Is it going to go back or go? The war eagle answered."