Lanshan Snow

The roasted meat, naan bread, sheep's back, fruit wine that fell on the ground... were lifted back to the plate, the plate rose, and the dumped low table slowly turned back.Terrible wind pressure and aura descended on everyone, and the terrifying pressure made people's bones make a "creaking" sound.

Whether it was the tribe with the sword drawn or the tribe with the bare hands, they were all pushed back step by step.

Boom!

The warrior of the first tribe couldn't hold on anymore and sat back on his spot.

One by one, the warriors of various tribes in the big tent sat back to their original positions.The Blood Wolf Riders, together with the rest of the tribe who had drawn their swords, were forced to retreat together. Prince Tumu stood at the forefront, with swollen veins on his forehead, and pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, holding it at a dead end.Shen Fangzhuo couldn't hold on any longer and half-kneeled on the ground.

The next moment, the flames of the stone kang in the big tent pressed down.

The rest of the people could no longer hold on, and were all thrown back to their original places by the terrifying weight on their shoulders.

Boom!

All short cases landed at the same time.

If it weren't for the sweat on the foreheads of the warriors, the veins on the neck, and the tense arms, everything seemed to be the same as when the Pantheon Conference just started.

The flickering light of the fire shone on the face of Wizard Thule, like a silver-plated deer bone, pale and cold, with silver-gray eyes without any emotion.

He lowered his hands slowly.

Wrists, phalanges, and fingertips are all covered with light gold scriptures.

The big tent was silent, and the red flames in the kang rose into the air, illuminating the entire tent.

"... Duringuau."

The voice of the warrior of the first tribe trembled.

"Dulinguao." The chief of the Boshiaga tribe murmured in a terrified tone.

Immediately afterwards, the third, fourth, and fifth... Durin Guao, Durin Guao, Durin Guao... A storm of whispers swept through the big tent, and there seemed to be only one word left in the big tent: Durin Goo!

"What do you mean?"

Yan Heyi was already ready for a scuffle, but the situation changed suddenly at this moment. She retreated to the side of Amaqin and Xu Zele, and looked warily at the barbarian-like warriors around her.

They looked at the young wizard with respect and fear.

"Dulin Guao..." Xu Zele was stunned, "The prophecy is destined to destroy all enemies in the snow storm!"

Yan Heyi didn't understand what kind of prophecy or storm Xu Zele was talking about, but he just intuitively felt that this kind of power was extremely dangerous.She turned her head, only to see the young Thule wizard lowered his head and said something to his young master in a low voice after suppressing the riot with his own efforts.

The young master looked up at him.

Then rest your cheek against the back of his drooping hand.

Yan Heyi was startled.

After taking care of the young master for so many years, she rarely, no, it should be said that she has never seen the young master so close to outsiders.

I feel something is wrong, but I can't say it.

But still relieved.

Although he couldn't understand Thule language, with the young master's temper, he was able to get so close to the Thule wizard.Apparently, the Tule tribe in the snowfield these days is treated well. They are not bullied as she feared, and they even made a good friend.

After reassuring, Yanheyi glanced around from his own dragon-patterned pine sword at the collar of the narrow-sleeved tight-fitting suit.

In the direction of the Canglang tribe, except for Shen Fangzhuo, who was bleeding from his forehead and extremely gloomy, the rest of the smugglers trembled, lest these barbarians wearing animal skins and drinking mare's milk suddenly turn their backs and drag themselves and others out to tear them apart.The blood wolf riders all put their hands on the handle of the scimitar that was forced to put down, but no one dared to pull out the knife again.

In addition, the patriarchs of several important large tribes and the patriarchs of the middle tribes have different expressions on their faces, alert, vigilant, fearful...the list goes on.

"...No wonder the name is 'Luo'. It turns out that he is the prophesied ruler of Durin Gau." A patriarch murmured.

"It's so deep," Patriarch Boshiaga's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and sneered, "Aguhan, are you ready?" He said, took off the knife at his waist, and threw the knife away with a clang. Go to the open space, "Okay, you guys do it, today you Tule are amazing!"

All the warriors looked at each other.

Except for the patriarch of the Beshaga tribe, the leaders of other large and medium tribes did not speak, and even the patriarchs of many small tribes remained silent.

Ordinary warriors can simply sigh in awe of the power of the legend.But as the leaders, they immediately considered more and further than the clansmen. Originally, the Xueyuan had eight major divisions to check and balance each other, and the central division jointly controlled the eight major divisions. balance.

Now everything is messed up.

The Canglang tribe has obviously gained support from aristocratic families outside the Central Plains, and has obtained the support of the Bashi Aga tribe, Shaluza tribe, Namu tribe, and some Zhongzhang tribes among the eight major tribes, and has already occupied the entire snowfield. power advantage.That's why Prince Tumu suddenly launched an attack at the Ten Thousand Gods Conference.

Prince Mumu's preparations must be sufficient.

If according to their original expectation, they had recruited three major ministries and twenty middle tents, and lured them with heavy treasures such as gold vessels, once they entered the voting session of the Ten Thousand Races of the Ten Thousand Gods Assembly, they would be able to force Thule to hand over the gate of the snowfield.

However, they never expected——

The young master of the Chou family will suddenly appear, not only criticizing the heavy treasure bait sent by the Shen family as useless in public, but also tearing off the fig leaf covered in the Shuangyuan smuggling trade in one fell swoop, revealing the ancient fraud that has lasted for hundreds of years. in front of everyone.

The situation is completely out of control.

A piece of paper with two original barter gold records ignited the long-standing repulsion and anger.

The plan of the Canglang Department and the Shen family to open the gate of the snowy region through the Ten Thousand Gods Association has completely failed.But Shen Fangzhuo's hysterical accusation also pushed Qiu Jia and Thule to a position of suspicion.

The scimitar thrown by Patriarch Boshiaga hit the stone, and the sound it made hit the hearts of all the leaders.

——The head witch of Thule has mastered Duringuao, and Thule already has absolute power to control and even kill everyone in the big tent.

If the leaders of all the tribes were controlled by Thule, what would the power of Xueyuan look like?

The expressions of the patriarchs changed.

Eventually, a small clan leader, stood up and broke the stalemate.

Logically speaking, at the meeting of the gods, it was always the patriarch who made decisions on behalf of the tribe.But he didn't ask the old patriarch of the Thule tribe, but looked at the head witch of Thule.

"...the mighty Lord of Duringuo, the storm sweeping across the snow field, the great supreme wizard," he said respectfully and cautiously, "May I ask your ministry, what are you planning to do?"

The hearts of the leaders of the various ministries suddenly lifted.

Everyone present, except Qiu Bodeng, was waiting for the order from Tule Chief Witch.

In the past, in Thule, the power of the patriarchs and elders was similar to that of the chief witch, and the three were balanced.But since the moment the succumb witch took control of Duringuao, he has already surpassed everyone, and has officially become the only leader of the tribe, an orderer who cannot be violated.

Even if he ordered his son and daughter to kill his Apa Amma, and Apa Ama to kill his son and daughter, they had to go.

Wizard Tule didn't speak, but looked down at his Arlan.

Qiu Bodeng let go of him, and gently pushed him.

Wizard Thule frowned, squeezed Arlan's fingers, and finally turned around and walked towards his original position.When passing by Yanheyi, he glanced at her coldly.

Yanheyi was confronting Shen Fangzhuo from Canglang's tribe, wishing to fly out with a sword, chop him into meat paste and feed him to the dogs, when he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

When I turned around, the Thule wizard had already passed by.

"It's the Kurunza Conference now," the old patriarch said, "let's all sit down and talk about it."

All the small tribes breathed a sigh of relief.

The worst scenario did not happen, and Thule did not use this to kill or imprison everyone in the big tent-it is more terrible than how many people died, because it means the "bloodless Pantheon Festival" for co-governance and reconciliation The snowfield order collapsed.The Golden Code can no longer constrain tribes.

All the rules come to naught.

This will directly cause the entire snow field to fall into the horrible melee before the holy era again.

The majority and the middle tent can be killed and plundered in melee, while the small part can only be killed and plundered.

Now Thule is still willing to let everyone "sit down and talk", which shows that they are still willing to continue the Pantheon Conference.

The Pantheon Conference is also known as the "Kulunza Conference". Following the rules set by the hero king Kurunzaar in ruling the snowfield, the owners of the big tents sat down together, put down their scimitars, and discussed how to solve the problem——"Grand Gesa It is said in "Our people are few enough, everything in the snow field, every grass, everyone is equally important.

Even the patriarchs of the Zhongzhang looked slightly relaxed, but the expressions of the leaders of several large tribes were tense.

The meaning of Thule First Witch could not be more obvious:

——If no one is willing to sit down and talk, he will let everyone sit down by force!

The warriors of Thule retreated to their original positions one by one, and put down their knives and sat down like the other troops.It was only then that Yan Heyi discovered that the vacant seat next to Tule Shouwu was originally for his young master.She felt a little weird, but she was dragged by Amaqin and Xu Zele to sit at the back.

Dulin Guao, the Kurunza Conference, the King of Heroes, the Gate of the Snowland... Various thoughts circled in the minds of the patriarchs, and looking at the golden code placed on the wooden frame, it already took on a different meaning.

Wizard Tule only turned his head and glanced at Qiu Bodeng.

The snow fell on the top of the big tent, making a rustling sound.

Under the light of the bright red fire, the pale and pale face of the Thule wizard looked like a mysterious guardian walking out of the altar.

The big Gesa carved in stone will be weathered, and the great hero king will die.But the collapsed stone houses will be rebuilt, restocked with fresh meat and warm wine, the ancient narrative will be continued, and everyone who is lost in the white storm can get Arnoldo Igesa.

— the promise he made.

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The Kurenza Conference resumed, and the atmosphere was tense like never before.

The Canglang tribe, together with all the tribes that turned their heads and pulled out their sharp blades just now, confronted the Tule tribe far away. The majority of the middle division and the middle tent refused to take the lead in expressing their views, and the small tribe could only wait and see cautiously.The Canglang Department recruited nearly half of the majority, and Thule gave birth to a natural shaman who mastered "Dulin Guao".

Durin Gau, the First Family, the Golden Belt...

The gazes of the ministries swept back and forth.

There is scrutiny, suspicion, hatred, jealousy, and xenophobia in their eyes... The deep-rooted contradictions in things, the rhetoric of each side, and the strange and distant Central Plains make them unable to trust that there are both sides of outsiders.

During the long silence, the bronze drum sounded.

The stalemate was broken, and everyone turned their attention to the chief of the Kubuteng tribe, all of whom were a little surprised—the Kubuteng tribe, which uses the red fox as its totem, has always been the most cautious of the eight major tribes, and seldom expresses its position easily before the situation is unclear.

"I didn't expect it to be so troublesome," the Kubuteng patriarch shook his head, "Since everyone has turned their faces and turned to this point. It's just that something happened to our department on the way here, so let's talk about it together now." alright."

As he spoke, he waved his hand to the back.

Stand up in the area of ​​the Kubuteng department, walk to the center of the big tent, put a large cloth bag on the ground, and then take off the cloak, revealing a blood-stained ragged robe.When the cloth bag was flipped open, there was a sound of gasping for air in the big tent——

Head!

The bloody heads are all dead!

Ever since this person came out, Batachihan and Tashimu felt familiar. When the six heads rolled out, one of them had the brand of a green horse on his head and face.They recognized it instantly:

Aoba Kibe!

That's not remote, but one of the dozen or so tribes that was absent from the Pantheon!

Before they could figure out their thoughts, the bloody and ragged warrior had already knelt heavily, his voice choked up: "Qingma Mubu, and Zhanan Shisanbu, the whole family was slaughtered!!!"

Xu Zele's complexion changed suddenly, and he had a premonition of something——

Dong dong dong, Qingma Kibe samurai knocked his head heavily on the stone slab several times, bleeding profusely, raised his head suddenly, looked at Qiu Bodeng beside Wizard Tule, his eyes were red: "I, Qingma Muerdeni, hereby submit to the General Assembly No.13 of "Grand Gesa"——

"Blood revenge to those who killed my Ama Apa, my brothers, my sisters!"

The author has something to say: Sister He: The young master should not have been bullied.

——Actually, I was bullied miserably. [light a cigarette

Sister He: The young master actually has a friend, the relationship is really good!

--Um……