Devil’s Advent

Um…………

Xue San lay on the ground, put his nose into the grass, took a deep breath, and looked intoxicated.

Beside Xue San, A Ming silently opened his wine bag again, drank the last mouthful of blood in it, and asked at the same time:

The breath of nature?

No, it smells like sheep manure.

You have a good appetite.

Xue San shook his head and said, Do you know what I smell?

Didn't you just say that?

Not only that, I also smell the sheep here, they are strong and healthy.

This skill is good, I admire it.

necessary.

In the future, when the Lord's son is sick, you can help him to eat that and distinguish it to show his loyalty.

Why would I want to eat that stuff from the lord's son?

Could it be that you want to eat... A Ming frowned slightly, and said, End this topic, it's too disgusting, it makes me a little bit anti-blood.

You are also interesting. Why do you want to come out with me if you are not staying in the city? The workshop has not opened yet, and the production has not been picked up. You are not sleeping in the ice cellar, but you are running outside. What are you planning?

Play. A Ming said.

Itchy hands? Oh no, is it itchy teeth?

It's partly because of this. In the past, on the battlefield, I had to stand beside the Lord and help the Lord block the arrows.

Like a tool man.

Well, so I can't let go, I can't have fun playing, the master has bad luck, and I always get shot by cold arrows on the battlefield.

Understood, what is the other part of the reason?

Another reason is that after my screening and comparison, I found a kind of blood that is not strong, but still tastes delicious, and that is the blood of ****.

What blood?

Blood of blood.

No, I said you are talking to me face to face, why do you have to wear a silencer?

Get used to it. A Ming stretched out his finger and pointed to the side of his head, and said, When we were in comics, what should we say, shouldn't there be a circle dialog here?

Yeah, what's the matter?

Some words that cannot be said will not automatically become coded? For example, if you remove the eyes of a horse, it will become **.

So whose blood is it?

It means I can't tell you.

why?

I'm afraid you will make a small report.

Is it so real?

Yeah, I know you're simmering with anger in your stomach right now, and I'm afraid you're going to drag me into the water.

I'm sorry.

Not really.

A Ming smiled, and tied the empty wine bag back to his waist. In front of him and Xue San was a tribe.

The tribe occupies a large area and has a lot of livestock, but it seems that there are not many people.

This is the west of Shentan, originally the territory of the Anyang tribe, but the Anyang tribe has been annexed by the Naiman tribe. According to the Xueyuan tradition, the people of the Anyang tribe will be reduced to the lowest slaves of the Naiman tribe and moved back to Naiman. After that, the Naiman tribe sent out their own people to take over the pastures that originally belonged to the Anyang tribe.

This is a kind of digestion and division, and it is also the most common law of tribal development in the snow field.

But the newly splintered sub-tribes are undoubtedly still very weak and need a period of time to develop and recover.

I still remember the first time I went out with my lord, it was almost the same situation, except that my lord and I were in the camp at that time, but now we are outside.

In the past, they were attacked by surprise, but now, they are the ones who are going to attack others.

Have you figured out the situation? A Ming asked.

You didn't come with me?

oh.

Could it be that you think I can smell the opponent's military layout from the sheep manure?

Can't you?

Xue San opened his nostrils and looked at A Ming,

are you serious?

I think you can develop a lot in this direction.

Hey, our skill points are all ordered, but now they are grayed out. You can't fool me into changing the skill tree.

It's actually quite boring to recover step by step. Why don't you play some new tricks when you start all over again?

hiss……

What's wrong?

I suddenly feel that your consciousness is very high.

Thanks.

Xue San stood up, shook his three legs a few times, doing warm-up exercises.

This tribal stockade was breached by the Naiman tribe earlier, and it hasn't been repaired yet. In fact, there are holes everywhere. Do you see the one in front?

There are two towers there, let's call them towers first, and then there is a horse team that patrols at night, you choose one side.

Let's go horse team.

Okay, then I'll go to solve the tower, let's set a time in mind, one hour?

Can.

Be quiet.

Use your teaching?

Hey hey. Xue San smiled and clapped his hands. Immediately, behind the two of them, nearly a hundred black figures appeared, After two hours, you follow up, Dai Li, and inform the soldiers and horses behind, three Rush to camp on time after hours.

Yes, my lord.

Dai Li started to run back to deliver the message, while the others slowly disappeared into the surrounding darkness again.

A Ming said:

The name Dai Li really has a personality, did you choose it?

His parents gave it to me, so I'll keep it for good luck.

Where did you find out about auspiciousness?

Anyway, I can't take a plane in this day and age.

Too.

Okay, let's go. I'm also suffocated. You don't know. The day before yesterday, I castrated a man with dirty hands and feet and fed it to the dogs. I slept soundly after smelling the smell of blood.

nausea.

I'm disgusted by the smell of blood, you fucking drink blood!

A good-looking person is called flirting, and an unattractive person is called obscenity.

Your fucking personal attack!

Ah Ming took half a step back,

bend over,

arm hem,

Full sense of etiquette,

road:

Goodbye, my three masters.

finished speaking,

A Ming straightened up, turned around, and walked outside.

Xue San pointed at A Ming's back and said:

I thought you would turn into a blood shadow and disappear after pretending to be aggressive. You still have to use your feet now.

A Ming waved his hand, ignoring Xue San.

On one side of Xue San's body, the whole person was submerged in a shadow, and advanced towards the camp ahead.

...

In the big tent,

The third prince of the Naiman tribe is sitting in the tent, Hongxiu Tianxiang, reading at night.

Nothing special,

Because the third prince was indeed reading a book.

The woman serving beside her was dressed in a red dress, with a pretty face and exquisite accessories. Her surname was Wu, and she was called Mrs. Wu.

She was born as a lady in Jindi, well educated and reasonable, and her husband was originally a local county magistrate.

After the savages entered the customs, the county magistrate guarded the city, and the city was destroyed. Lady Wu was captured and turned into a slave.

The third prince has a calm personality. Unlike other savages, he likes poetry and books.

In the words of the head of the Naiman tribe, the father of the third prince,

Even as a father, he didn't expect to raise such a species.

If it weren't for the fact that some of the facial features of the third prince were very similar to those of his father, King Naiman would really have thought he had been put on a hat by some scholar.

The third prince's reading is not arty, he can even compose poems, and his level is very good.

When the Savage King rose to prominence, he was once praised as the Wenqu star on the snow field and the seed of the prime minister.

On the one hand, it is a compliment, and on the other hand, it is also a draw.

But the Naiman tribe chose to wait and see, and did not place a bet.

The third prince tried his best to persuade his father to send troops to help the Savage King, but failed.

Later, with the defeat of the Savage King, almost all the main force of the Savages who entered the pass were wiped out in Jin. King Naiman scolded his son because of this, saying that he couldn't understand depth.

Several brothers of the third prince and the elders of the clan all praised King Naiman for his far-sighted vision.

Later, as the Naiman tribe annexed the Anyang tribe, the third prince was arranged by his father to take care of the Anyang tribe's ranch.

The Anyang tribe is too close to the Naiman tribe, and the princes who are really reused will be assigned to a pasture far away from home to give them enough space to develop and grow the tribe. The third prince is equivalent to being detained under the eyes of the Naiman king. Under the house, help grazing.

Your Highness, would you like some soup?

I'm not hungry, by the way, I told you, don't call me Your Highness, just call me by my name.

Originally, there was only one savage king on the snowfield, and his father was the leader of the Naiman tribe. Later, a prince from the Yan Kingdom came to the snowfield, and brought an edict, canonizing his father as a prince.

His father became king in this way, and several of them were also called princes.

Father was very happy about this, and had a big feast for three days.

The third prince couldn't be happier, because the Yan people didn't give anything of value at all, and the Naiman tribe and other Xueyuan tribes didn't get a sheep, a horse, or a slave at all. Occupation, and later, it led to the ending that the main force of the Savage King was trapped in the south of Xueguan and could not return to the snowfield, and was wiped out by the Yan people.

Your Highness has a distinguished status, and I dare not make mistakes in my life.

Hehe, don't say such things anymore, I'm just a savage in Xueyuan.

The third prince put down the book in his hand, shook his head, and then called one of his subordinates who were serving outside, and after the subordinates came in and knelt down, he asked:

Have the envoys from the Lomon and other tribes arrived?

Third Prince, here we are. He passed by us before nightfall. He should have arrived at the king's tent by now.

Well, I see, you go down.

Yes, Prince.

well.

The third prince sighed.

Your Highness, those tribal envoys have arrived, what are you still sighing for?

It's just that the envoy is here, so what's the use? The Yanman Pingye from Xueguan has already announced that Xueyuan is going to attack our Naiman tribe. If our Naiman tribe can't gather the warriors of ourselves and the allied tribes as soon as possible, what should we do? Resist the iron cavalry of the Yan people?

Speaking of which,

The third prince couldn't help touching his forehead, and said with emotion:

However, after receiving this news, my father did not make up his mind. He exchanged the cattle and sheep for pastures in exchange for the help of the Luomeng and other tribes as soon as possible. Solve this dispute by means of swordsmanship.

Father, it is really...

The third prince didn't say the following words. He, who admired Zhuxia culture since childhood, still understands the truth that a son should not talk about his father's faults.

Your Highness, is it true that the Yan people will call so quickly?

The people of Yan have always acted vigorously and resolutely. The Uncle Hirano of Xueguan, seeing his style, dared to lead a lone army deep into the enemy's rear and surprise Xueguan. Moreover, he was young.

When this person does something, he either doesn't do it, or he is straightforward, and he will never just talk.

It's just that Xuehaiguan's troops should be stretched. If the father can gather allies and troops early, things may turn around.

In the worst case...

The third prince looked at Miss Wu, reached out to hold her hand, and said:

You can go home.

Your Highness, I don't dare to think about it, I just want to be by His Highness's side and serve His Highness.

The wind in the snowfield will wrinkle your face, and the cold in the snowfield will make your voice old. Jindi is the real place to nourish people.

I told you a long time ago that if you want to go back, I will agree. This is not an irony or a lie, I mean it sincerely.

Your Highness, my concubine has no home, even if I return to Jin, how should I deal with myself?

Hearing this sentence, the third prince sighed and said:

Home is still there, otherwise, why would the Jin slaves in the tribe want to escape to Xuehaiguan?

Alas, in the final analysis, my elder brother acted too arrogantly this time, he just chased the fugitive slaves, and he killed those slaves and turned them into Jingguan.

In the past few years, the Yan people have successively conquered foreign countries, defeated Gan, swallowed Jin, killed Chu, and expelled our holy clan. How could that young Yanren uncle endure such humiliation?

In fact, after all, I am too useless to do anything. Otherwise, even if my father disagreed when the king raised an incident, I should lead a group of loyal subordinates to kill my father and a few brothers first, and then ask the king to send troops Come and help me get hold of the Naiman Department.

There was a murderous look in the eyes of the third prince.

Lady Wu immediately said:

Your Highness, if Your Highness goes, maybe, maybe...

Are you afraid that I will die in the south of Xuehai Customs? Haha, actually, it's all just a loss. Don't look at the current situation of my Naiman tribe, it's nothing more than losing a while later.

In my opinion, the reason why the Yan people did not take advantage of the trend to attack the snowfield was that they needed to recuperate, and the second was that they needed to beware of Chu.

But when the Yan people are ready, they will definitely send troops to Xueyuan. Uncle Hirano, Uncle Hirano, the emperor of the Yan people bestowed the title of Chief Soldier of Xueguan, the intention is actually very clear.

It's now………

If I can do it,

I should also have united with the Uncle Yan from Xueguan before my elder brother committed crimes, and begged him to help me rebel against my father to control the tribe.

In this way, although my Naiman tribe will become a dog led by the earl under the iron chain, it is better than becoming a dead dog.

Your Highness, what you said today...

Since reading the book, I have become more and more aware of one thing. Do you know what it is?

Your Highness, I don't know who I am.

Oh, that means you are a scholar who is useless.

Mrs. Wu dare not speak.

The third prince slammed the table hard,

This prince with a savage face but a scholarly air,

At this time, his eyes were red and he said word by word:

But originally, I, the Holy Race, have a chance to win!

...

Since being beaten up by the master, Xue San has been in a very bad mood, and it is very bad.

In the past few days, he has been reflecting;

Obviously smart and cute Yushu Linfeng himself,

Why would you make such a low-level mistake?

He can't figure it out,

The more I can't figure it out, the angrier I get.

so,

When he stabbed the dagger into the neck of this Naiman soldier, he intentionally pierced it a few centimeters deep and stirred it a bit.

This is a big no-no for Assassins, as it may lead to more noise or blood splatter.

But Xue San felt that the depression in his heart seemed to dissipate a little because of this,

so,

After lurking to the side of another Naiman soldier,

He once again stabbed the opponent's chest with a dagger.

call,

Much more comfortable.

The two corpses were thrown aside, Xue San looked up at the two soldiers who seemed to be dozing off above, and climbed up at a very fast speed.

The two of them were indeed dozing off.

Back to back, already fast asleep, still snoring.

This made Xue San a little dissatisfied. The uncle worked so hard to lurk and kill you and pull out the nails. How do you treat the uncle and me like this?

It is hard work for you to watch the night, but please respect and respect my labor, okay?

so,

Xue San reached out and patted them awake,

After they opened their eyes,

Two daggers were stabbed into the necks of the two of them very accurately by Xue San. The two were struggling, their eyes widened, and they stared at Xue San in extreme horror, unable to make a sound.

Xue San just looked at them, enjoying the feeling of looking at each other,

until,

They lost their breath.

call……

comfortable.

Xue San drew out his dagger, stood up, his steps were a little flimsy, and his body was shaking a little.

look up,

Look at the clear and bright sky on the snow field,

This is me,

The life I want.

The third master wanted to sing a song, but this is not the time.

He had no choice but to go down the tower, then lurked under another tower, dealt with the two Naiman soldiers below, and then climbed up the tower.

This time, the third master was quite satisfied, and the two Naiman soldiers on the tower did not sleep.

But vigilance is actually not high.

A girl leaning against the railing seemed to be missing someone's tent.

One sat on the planks of the tower, weaving wreaths.

The very melancholy style of painting, combined with this starry sky, should be accompanied by a soothing violin soundtrack to enhance the atmosphere.

The third master feels pity for this picture,

Silently hung himself on the edge of the tower, drinking into three people with them, enjoying the literary tone together.

I don't know how long it has been,

In short,

Because I am too efficient, there is still a lot of wealth in the previously agreed time.

But the soldier who made the wreath on the tower stood up and shouted to the people below, probably echoing his companions below.

so,

The quiet and peaceful atmosphere is over,

Just like people can choose to immerse themselves in this kind of tranquility for a short time, but they still need to raise their heads to face the reality after all.

A dark crossbow was aimed at the soldier holding the wreath, and at the same time as it was fired, Xue San's body also flew over, sending the dagger into the neck of the soldier who was staring blankly in the distance.

Two people died quickly and simply.

Xue San sat down silently,

Now, there are still three people.

But the feeling seems to be different.

Xue San got up, and put the soldier who was looking into the distance into the previous posture again, and used extremely precious silk thread to fix it.

The other sat cross-legged, placing the half-woven wreath on his lap.

After doing this,

Xue San leaned against the railing,

slowly close your eyes,

Um,

It's that smell.

...

Unlike Xue San, who needed to be quiet because he was close to the camp,

The cavalry that A Ming needs to deal with is far away from the camp, so he can be freer.

There were eight people on the other side, swimming aimlessly around the periphery.

It seems that they are on patrol, but they can feel the looseness emanating from them from a long distance.

It is clear that Uncle Hirano, the chief soldier of the Snow Customs, has issued the will to conquer the Naiman tribe to the Xueyuan tribes.

But the people in the Naiman tribe didn't seem to realize that the war had already arrived.

On the one hand, they dispatched troops without hesitation. The barbarians who had just arrived didn't even take a rest, they were transferred directly, and they formulated a very detailed battle plan.

On the other side, it seems that they are still leisurely enjoying the rare beautiful season of the year on the snow field.

Whether through genuine carelessness or out of sheer confidence,

A Ming felt that he liked the posture of the eight Naiman sentry cavalry very much.

so,

Ah Ming didn't go to lurk secretly, but chose to stand on the ground where they were about to come, and just stood there, not moving.

The sentinel cavalry team came over, and the leader quickly spotted the figure standing in front of him by the moonlight.

I have to say that being sloppy is sloppy, but they still remembered what they were doing for walking outside without sleeping at night. Immediately, two Naiman guards drew their bows and set up arrows, and shot at A Ming without hesitation. .

puff!

One arrow fell to the ground, and the other hit A Ming in the chest.

Then,

A Ming fell down.

Immediately, the eight sentinels came on horseback and surrounded A Ming who was lying on the ground.

One of them was very used to it. Even though Ah Ming who was hit by the arrow was lying motionless on the ground, he still opened his bow and set the arrow, and shot another arrow at Ah Ming.

It's a pity that Uncle Zheng is not here at this time, otherwise he would definitely give a thumbs up to this kind of make-up.

puff!

This arrow hit Ah Ming in the abdomen.

A Ming remained motionless.

But because the clothes A Ming was wearing did not look like slaves, the leader still signaled one of his subordinates to get off the horse, picked up A Ming's body and put it on the horse's back, intending to take it back to the camp for a closer inspection.

They started their return journey.

If this is a game of Russian roulette, the first lucky player has already come out.

And it was no coincidence that he fell at the end of the team.

The lucky Savage Knight only felt a gust of wind coming from behind him, and immediately felt a bite on his neck.

How does it feel to be bitten by a vampire?

If it is a low-level vampire, it will be very painful when bitten, no different from being bitten by a dog.

But advanced vampires are different. After all, at their level, they have already begun to enjoy the atmosphere of eating and know how to respect food.

Therefore, when A Ming's fangs pierced the wild soldier's neck, the wild soldier didn't cry, and his face showed a fascinated look, as if he was enjoying this feeling.

That itch, that acid, that comfort,

It was like dreaming, dreaming that I was flying in the clouds.

Then,

In this state, he lost his vitality.

immediately,

A Ming leaped onto the back of the wildling knight in front of him, and his fangs pierced into it.

Next,

Draw a ladle according to the gourd.

Because A Ming's figure was as light as a ghost, and his movements were extremely smooth, he was not found after he used this method to deal with five wildling knights.

If the savage in the lead hadn't just turned around to say something, and saw all his subordinates behind him prostrate on their horses, perhaps A Ming could really send them all back to the embrace of the stars in the silence.

but,

If it is discovered, it will be discovered.

A Ming's figure shot straight over, and then fell behind a savage in front, pierced by his fangs, but this one was not the lucky one, and he was not able to enjoy the spiritual spa before his death like his previous companions. Ah Ming raised his neck, directly snapping the brother's neck.

Of the eight sentinels, only two are still alive.

The leader drew out his knife, facing this strange scene, he did not choose to run away, but rushed towards Ah Ming on his own initiative.

Ah Ming jumped up and went up to meet him.

puff!

The knife edge pierced A Ming's chest almost without hindrance, but the inertia of A Ming's body made it slide forward along the blade, and came in front of the leader.

The leader of this sentry cavalry team even felt that the palm of his hand holding the handle of the knife was already inside Ah Ming's body.

It's not hot, it's cold, it's ice!

Buzz!

A ray of light was released from the leader's body, obviously, he was a warrior.

Ah Ming doesn't know how high the rank is, and he doesn't need to know.

Because in a real fight, besides the absolute strength factor, there are actually too many external conditions that can affect the real result of the duel.

For example, when the leader just shines,

Ah Ming's ten nails,

It has already pierced the chest position of this brother.

Crack!

under agitation,

The other party's body convulsed, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his vitality was directly cut off.

The only fish that slipped through the net did not have the courage of the leader. This is the previous wild brother who had a good habit of making up the knife.

It was also because he made up the knife himself that he was sure that Ah Ming was really dead, but the dead man came back to life and killed his Shangfeng and other companions, which directly broke his mind.

Run away, run away, run away!

It's the devil, the devil!

Ah Ming didn't chase after him.

Instead, silently drew the bow and arrow hanging from the saddle of the leader,

bow and arrow,

aim,

The whole set of actions is done in one go.

Because it was often used by the Lord as a target for archery practice,

So A Ming has long been accustomed to and is proficient in the art of archery.

The sharp perception of the vampire is infused into the arrow,

Even the wind speed has been taken into consideration.

Buzz!

the arrow shoots,

It directly penetrated the neck of the last survivor, and he fell off the horse directly.

Ah Ming reached out, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, then pulled out the knife that was still in his stomach, and casually threw it on the ground.

The injuries of the body are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If you can stand next to A Ming at close range,

You can even hear the slight crisp sound and wriggling when the skin and flesh are reunited, like a torn sweater, the thread end of which part has been removed, and the weaving is started again.

A Ming took out a small bottle from his bosom, pulled the stopper off, and inside was black blood.

Yes,

Xue San was not the only one who experimented with blood.

In fact, the devil kings have nothing to do, so they will beg each other's blood for research.

In the past, it was really difficult to find so many novel blood, but it happened that the master had a lot of raw materials, and it was easy to borrow.

Today I ask you for a few hundred milliliters, and tomorrow I will return you a few hundred milliliters, so that I can borrow and pay back, and it is not difficult to borrow again.

In this bottle,

It was filled with Pixiu's blood.

Yes, that's right, it's the Pixiu under Uncle Zheng's crotch.

When A Ming bared his fangs and walked towards it, it could only lean there aggrieved and let A Ming take some of its blood very quietly.

In order not to be discovered by the Lord, his beloved mount was artificially bled,

A Ming also deliberately chose the location of Pixiu's abdomen for bloodletting,

Then when the Pixiu obediently turned over and let you pick it,

Ah Ming found that the guy had already been cut many times in his belly, which proved that a group of animals had come here before him!

at this time,

While my wounds are healing themselves,

Ah Ming poured Pixiu's blood into his own mouth.

The power of the blood race comes from the fresh blood, the rank and strength division of the blood race, that is, the essence of the blood rank, is the level of power contained in the blood.

A truly tyrannical vampire, even if there is only one drop of blood left, can rely on the power contained in this drop of blood to start repairing his body again.

So what Ah Ming is doing now is to try to see if his level cannot be improved, then he can find another way to increase his strength in a horizontal direction.

Then,

hiss…………

The wound on the abdomen that was being healed suddenly became disordered, and the wool that was knitting was suddenly out of proportion and began to be knotted randomly.

This kind of pain is beyond the description of torture.

Ah Ming's arms tightly hugged the war horse under his crotch, and the war horse was also affected by Ah Ming's breath, becoming very obedient and not daring to toss about.

a long time,

A Ming raised his head pale,

Reaching out to touch his abdomen,

The wound has not fully healed, and even because of his previous tossing, his body has become extremely empty.

Is this the bond that blind men often talk about, the bond between us and the Lord?

whether vertical or horizontal,

You simply cannot obtain the possibility of increasing your own strength from channels other than the master.

A Ming opened his mouth,

There were a few self-deprecating laughs,

hehe………

in the end,

I still have to go back and continue licking the Lord.

Why, do you still want to turn the world upside down?

Xue San's voice appeared beside Ah Ming, and immediately he came out from the shadows, and said with disgust:

I said, you vampires like to show off so much? You can't pretend that you have a strong self-healing ability if you don't give yourself some glory in a fight?

immediately,

Xue San sniffed his nose,

He smelled a familiar smell,

Immediately shouted:

Fuck, this is Pixiu's blood, how dare you secretly bleed the lord's precious mount!

Oh. A Ming didn't bother to talk to him.

Because he didn't believe Xue San didn't let him go.

How should I put it? If I want to do an experiment, I'll build a small laboratory. Let's do it together. What do you think? If you do it yourself, it's easy to cripple yourself. It's too unsafe.

If I ask you to do it, I'm afraid I'll kill myself directly.

Look, look, that's an ugly word, isn't it, alas.

Xue San didn't continue to grind his teeth, but looked to the other side. There, there were already hundreds of black shadows following the route cleared by himself and A Ming, and began to infiltrate the barbarian camp. Under the cover of night, hold it high.

Actually, there are the simplest and most practical methods, just two words.

As Xue San said, he jumped up, patted Ah Ming on the shoulder, and continued:

Do you know which two words it is?

Xue San pursed his lips,

Spit on the ground,

Ask yourself and answer:

Accept fate.

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Goodnight everybody.