The night is like a shadow, the wind is blowing on the river. After the rush of the middle of the night, the fat man finally reached the Bian River defense line, and the Black Forest Allied Army Camp below, unaware of the imminent danger,

"Come, take the ebony tray tomorrow! Let's have another drink"

The camp was full of silhouettes, all kinds of hustle and bustle came and went, everyone was celebrating, the patriarchs were excited one by one, and kept raising their glasses to grunt, and even the punk Patriarch Punk Pasteur, also unable to refuse, was infused with a dozen glasses of Mai Pi wine by the patriarchs of various races, with wheat bubbles floating in the corners of his mouth, and a pair of drunken eyes full of red blood.

Unlike his excited expression, Ferrantier sitting next to him is getting more and more ugly, and as the banquet enters the high cháo, because of his injuries, Ferrantier cannot drink,

And the unbridled remarks of the drunken patriarchs made him very harsh, especially when talking about the last Umto battle, it made him feel like sitting on a needle felt, every word was like a whip, and he was whipped hard at his self. In a higher self-esteem than others,

"My body is a little uncomfortable...!" Ferrantier, who was sitting next to Punk Pasteur, finally stood up and said, his five fingers were slightly white because they were too tightly gripped

Ferrantial stood up and swayed, preparing to leave the table angrily. Several self-conscious patriarchs hurriedly got up and persuaded "The military master does not need to be angry, everyone drinks too much, don't go to the heart!" But Fei Lantier's persistent attitude suddenly embarrassed the banquet atmosphere

"I don't know what to do!" Punk Pasteur looked at Ferrante's back, and a cold flash flashed in his drunken eyes. "This man, after all, is not a Black Forest man." Thinking of this, his gods seemed indifferent. a bit

The reason why he previously relied on Ferrantier was mainly because of his identity and wisdom, he wanted to help himself defeat the Sukh, the biggest opponent in the Black Forest. Ferrante also did not live up to his hopes. In just half a month, both hard and soft, he bought the second elder Casa of the Sukh tribe, and used his hand to poison the dead of the Sukh tribe with slow poison Elder, the power of Su Ke Bai Ling, who has not yet become a patriarch, is aerial, forcing Su Ke Bai Ling, who has little experience, to take the initiative to request to join the Punk.

If it wasn’t an accident that night, the Punk tribe might have already taken the opportunity of Su Ke Bailing’s death, plus the second elder Casa inside. It is entirely possible to annex the entire Sukh tribe without any effort, but it is a pity that because of a sudden mysterious figure that disrupted, not only the Sukh Khaling was removed, but also his own son, this, let Punk Pasteur Feel very dissatisfied,

But on the other hand, Ferrantier, as a descendant of the Prophet, threw news that Ulanto had the Prophet's Treasure. Sure enough, it immediately received the support of other tribes in the Black Forest, and this method also had to arouse Punk Pasteur’s jǐng vigilance.

This Ferrante’s ability is too great,

The bloodline of the Prophet was most vividly reflected on him. The original is a kind of fierce and unscrupulous person who achieves his purpose and achieves his goal. Such a person can be a sword against the enemy, and he can also become a serious trouble for himself.

"Since", the military division please do whatever you want! Come, send the military division to rest!" Punk Pasteur shouted to the side with his tongue out. I don’t seem to know that these unpleasant words hurt my military,

Several punk servants came over

"No, I can still go by myself!" Ferrantial stood up angrily. Pasteur's attitude made him very angry. Everyone could see that he said that discomfort was just a way to express dissatisfaction. It's a pity His way was obviously neglected by Pasteur, and he was so painstaking in helping the Punk to ascend to the throne of the first group of the Black Forest in one fell swoop. Is it just such an attitude?

As he left, the patriarchs began to appear more scrupulous. Anyway, the people who can appear here are all native Black Forest people, and this black robe is obviously an outsider.

The Black Forest has been able to exist for hundreds of years, and the external exclusion has always been obvious, otherwise it will not become an extremely dangerous and terrifying place in the Salander population, just watching Punk Pasteur attaches great importance to this person Serving

The patriarchs of all ethnic groups are respectable in face, but that is only face-saving. In their traditional critical eyes, this black robe is an ominous sign, and some people even call him "unknown crow" in private. What a nasty guy. If Patriarch Pasteur had not taken him in, he still doesn't know where to wander!?" A drunk patriarch said excitedly.

"Who said no, it's just an outsider! I don't know what qualifications to sit here!" Another patriarch echoed, because he had been wearing a black robe, giving people an unfathomable look, thinking of white rì The ambush that overwhelmed the army of three thousand Sukh cavalry was from this man’s hand. The patriarchs of all tribes always feared this man more than he liked. Seeing him finally hiding in the distance, the figure was slightly lonely. The gods on his face are more of a kind of disdain, "Cheers, for victory!" There are shouts of drunkenness and smoke, and officers walking around holding wine glasses, drunk on the ground with haraz The soldiers who couldn’t fit into the lively atmosphere at all were Ferranti’s black robes. He walked between the barracks and surrounded by loud voices, but he felt extremely lonely. Although the whole camp was brightly lit, but The soldiers deliberately ignored his presence,

This is mainly his black robe with a strong sense of mystery and uncertainty, always giving people a difficult feeling, like a layer of invisible mist, covering this mysterious black robe, everyone It’s ridiculous to avoid him subconsciously. I am an ominous person outside. I am an ominous person in the Black Forest! Has the bloodline of the Prophet been reduced to such a situation? His lonely figure stood at the corner of the camp, holding a wine glass, silently staring at the celebration crowd, showing loneliness in his eyes. No one talked to him. All Black Foresters kept their distance from him with vigilance, and their eyes showed alertness.

Occasionally, noisy drunks approached the stranger, and as soon as they saw his black robe, he stopped and immediately turned around as if he saw a ghost. Noisy crowds, food, music, wine, ... all of this has nothing to do with him. This is a world that does not belong to him.

This is the celebration of the winners, and he is a failure. In the speeches of these people, no matter how you confess your loyalty, you are not...""belongs to the Black Forest.

"It's hilarious, isn't it?"

A figure came from the yīn next to him and raised him a glass of wine in his hand. "It's you!" Ferrantell's face was slightly stunned, and his pupils shrank slightly. He remembered the person calling Duan to twist the card Sri Lanka. The head of the Dures, just at the banquet, was the matter of deliberately forcing the treasure of the prophet Ferran, and forcing Punk Pasteur to throw himself to stabilize the hearts of the various patriarchs, which is equivalent to placing himself in the Punk The news reveals to everyone that the sequelae it brings are not inconvenient. Is this enemy a friend? "Frantier frowned, raising his heart."

"Don't you have a drink? Tomorrow you will be able to enter the ebony dream!" said the **** Duan Newcastle calmly, his eyes gleaming like a flame. "Hello Ferranti, I There is nothing wrong with this title!" "You are not the same, Chen Nuo given to the nobility will soon be able to honor!" God Ferrant replied coldly. The Durex tribe ranks sixth in the Black Forest, and the Duane Twisted Cass is also known as the best head of the Durex tribe.

It is said that only four years after he inherited the position of patriarch, the dures, who had not been known before, had already emerged from the various tribes in the Black Forest. There are faint signs of rising stars, and four years ago, the whereabouts of the Duane twisted Patriarch have never been mentioned. The reason why I promised to send troops this time was for a mountainous area bordering on Umtuo. The location of that mountainous area was not very good, and it was basically a wasteland that was difficult to reclaim. Therefore, the Dures tribe used this as an excuse to join the coalition. Ferrante has always been skeptical, but an additional alliance is better than an enemy,

"Oh, each other, but my family is not completely without ideas about the treasures of the Prophet!" Feeling the badness from Ferrantier, Duan twisted the corner of Kas's mouth and chuckled, not caring about Ferrantis' indifference. , Laughing

"At least I know that there is no prophet’s treasure in Ebony, so I will capture Umbroke tomorrow. If you don’t find the so-called treasure, it’s not necessarily a very pleasant thing for you." "Why do you do this?" Think? Everyone knows that the Prophet was exiled together with the Virgin Umtuo. If the Prophet’s bones were buried there, the biggest possibility must be the city of Umtuo built by the Virgin!"" Haha, it's a naive idea. "" Duan twisted the corner of Kas's mouth dismissively and said brightly. "Although your Excellency is a direct descendant of the Prophet, when the Prophet was exiled, his pregnant wife got the royal family because of the high nobleman of Sarand. Forgiveness, so I don’t know anything about the prophet’s last years, and I can forgive it. What I can tell you is that the prophet did not end up with the virgin in Urumto, but with her most trusted personal guard. Moya Ke together, Mo Ya Ke, Muyako, do you feel a little bit!"

"Who the **** are you? How could you know this"

Ferrantier's body was slightly trembling, and his eyes looked incredible to Duan Twiscas, a laid-back god. Many of the events of the prophet Ferran have been deliberately worn away by the later sky temple for hundreds of years. , Even his direct descendants were only passed down from his ancestors, and learned that when the prophet Ferran was exiled, his wife was pardoned because of the identity of the nobleman of Sarand,

As for the whereabouts of the Prophet after exile, even his immediate descendants did not know,

"Quan Guo 1269 Hundred Years of Resentment" he was determined to be in Umtu because he was exiled together according to family rumors, and there was a firm belief in the Prophet and the unwillingness to change his original intention. Tou, "My name is Duan Newcastle! You know this, but there is a surname that you don’t know, Umto in the Su game." Duan twisted Kas and looked up at the moon above his head, his eyes flickering, **** sè Faintly replied

"You are the descendant of the saint!" Ferrantier was speechless for a moment in shock

"Okay, I don’t have much time. I’ll just tell you and leave here immediately." Duane twisted the **** of Cass solemnly. "Because your stupid self-righteous attack has already angered someone who should not provoke. , This is a civil war in the Black Forest, let them bear it yourself, you are not a person in the Black Forest. There is no need to join in!"

"Are you talking about the emperor?" Ferrantier smiled dumbly, his voice paused, and he definitely said, "It's impossible. Even if the news of the war reaches the emperor, it will take at least 5 days plus the time for them to gather troops. At that time, everything was settled"

"So what? Can you hold Umuto in front of the 100,000 empire?" Duan twisted Cass and finally persuaded. "Or just like the old Pasteur, who was stunned and stunned. Are the other races fighting against the empire together? Don’t joke. Even mobilizing everyone in the Black Forest can’t win this battle of great strength!”

"Oh, I never said I would guard Umuto!"

Unexpectedly, Ferrante sneered in the corner of his mouth. Say "The reason why I insist on going to Umduo is just for an answer, this is very important for my Ferran family"

"What answer?" Duane twisted Cass and asked unexpectedly

Ferranti looked up and looked at the sky with dignity, and said for a while after silence, "For hundreds of years, outsiders thought my Ferran family was beautiful. In fact, a few people knew that we endured the burden and looked infinitely beautiful. In fact, secretly has been suppressed by the royal family and the temple. The heirs of each generation have not lived through their thirties, either suddenly died of poison or died madly,

This is what the light prophet Ferran has left for us. He lets himself shine like a starlight. But let their descendants live in hell, the royal family and the temple have never given up on the monitoring of the Ferran family, they are afraid that the descendants of the prophet Ferran will notice from the family record.

I can't understand why this is, why the Salander led the Prophet to the light, and finally brought such a dismal result to his descendants! For this reason, I even put down the descendants of the prophets and joined the temple to become a low-level sacrifice, in order to be able to know the truth of history from the temple’s historical records. Unfortunately, all I get are some of the saints The temple tampered with the truth"

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Ferrantier said, with a strong hatred all over his body, saying, "But for our family, this is really very heavy, and something that has been pressed on us since birth. ,

I used to have three older brothers, all of whom were imprisoned by the temple for various reasons because they tried hard to find the truth, and finally died one by one.

Their greatest wish before death was to know what kind of person the real Ferranxian "power country" ancestor was.

They used blood and life to steal a royal secret file, and recorded a thing inside. There is a temple of the saint in the underground of the city of Urumto! That's why the royal family has always wanted to destroy Umuto. "Similarly, there is also the answer I want to know!" Ferrantier's voice stopped. If he could pass through the hood covering the face, he would see two lines. The crystal clear tears ran down the white cheeks,

"For this, do you have to drag tens of thousands of Black Forest people into the water together?" Duane twisted the **** Cass, and his voice stopped, saying, "In fact, there is nothing there, just an empty palace ruins." However, the real things have already been burned down with the civil strife of the Sukh tribe, and you are so distracted by what you want to know, I am afraid that you will be very disappointed..."

"But there is still a complete statue of the Prophet, isn't it?"

Ferrantier interrupted him suddenly with his hands clenched into fists, and said with **** snaps, "This is enough. I am the last descendant of the Ferran family. I have been carrying the Ferran family for hundreds of years. From countless grievances,

Just like the black robe on me, since I stepped into hell, I didn't plan to walk out of the Black Forest alive. Even if I died, I had to question the guy who brought disaster to all descendants. Why, why? ""Why do you?" Duane twisted Cass and shook his head. As a descendant of the first Saint, he did not expect the history of the Ferran family to cry so much, compared to the descendants of the exiled Saint, at least Dure The Sioux can still have a certain amount of zìyóu” Since 99 steps have been taken, I will not give up the last step! "Ferrantil said firmly, "Well, go to your temple of Saint Virgin!" "Duan Newcastle gave him a solemn look, took out a small square buckle from his arms, and threw it to Ferrante." This is the key to the Temple of the Virgin. In fact, there is really nothing there. If you have, then you can only answer your whistling cold wind. Good luck! ""You. Don't you go to Ebony? "Ferlange accidentally caught the lost buckle. He glanced at it and wrote a few weird numbers, like what password" "I'm leaving!" "Duan twisted Cass, took a deep breath and said, "As I said, your attack has frightened the Falcon Army. If I haven't made a mistake, the Falcon Army should have noticed your attack on Ebony. Trusted plan! "

Duanka twisted his gaze to the river that was not far away, and said, "I don't want to get involved in this trouble. I can't look back after the Bion River. I have ordered my men to set off and return. The reason is I came to see you only for the wish of the first lady!"

"What wish?" This time it was Ferrantill's unexpected look. "It's nothing... It's just a grudge between two rivals!" Duane twisted the corner of Kas's mouth and grinned helplessly, shrugging his shoulders without saying. , But the **** on his face has shown everything, "It turns out that the saint is also a woman!" Ferrantier laughed with a sense of understanding, he finally knew. Why did Duan Twisted Cass have been targeting himself before, which is what it is." Hundreds of years of grievances, forget it, this is the end! "Duan Twisted Cass shook his head. Seems quite emotional, but also a little embarrassed, turned away and disappeared into the crowd in the distance

"Yes. Hundreds of years of grievances should be over!" Ferrantier's gaze turned to the distant sky, starry night sky. The deep sky. It seems that it can never be seen through. Hundreds of years ago, it was the same starry sky that covered the "Entertainment Show" above the ancestors. The vicissitudes of life in the world are changing, but in the blink of an eye, there is no eternal person. The only thing that can remain eternal is only the starlight above the head at this moment. Human beings have always been looking forward to eternity. This is the potential of human beings.

Perhaps, it is just realizing that we are short-lived, mankind hopes to create a career that can be passed down from behind! The famous monarch created a glorious dynasty that has been passed down for hundreds of years. The heroes have made great achievements in writing down their names. What is left by their ancestors?

"A very lively scene!"

Someone let out a sigh. In the forest not far away, the fat man stared at the brightly lit Black Forest rebel camp below, holding Ma rein's hand tightly, and as expected, he achieved a great victory over the Bion River. The Black Forest rebels have completely lost the most deserved jǐng ring, and there is no need for jǐng ring. The Sukh cavalry that most worried about the coalition forces have all been annihilated, and the big oasis entrance Bion has fallen into the hands. ,

In Umtu, it must be a mess at the moment. In order to avoid the advance of the coalition forces, he is evacuating from Umtu in a panic.

The current Black Forest Allied Forces are very optimistic that the Allied Forces will be able to reach the city of Umtuo tomorrow. The main forces of the Suk are annihilated by World War I. The prospects are bright, and Umtu, with no resistance, is beckoning enthusiastically.

Within a few rì~lightnovelpub.net~ you can get a large sum of Sukh Treasures. It is a very cost-effective thing to look at, but unfortunately, your footsteps have ended here! "Fat man's gaze flickered abruptly against the cold moonlight above his head,

He moved his finger to the handle of his waist, "clam" a sharp draw of the knife, and the light blue sè Samuel's war knife raised up against the moonlight,

At this moment, the cold, water-like moonlight also seemed to be covered with a faint red sè, which was a sign of the wind. As the blue light fell, the earth shook slightly, and countless black shadows swarmed from the jungle like arrows.

"Kill!" It was like a ghost that suddenly appeared in the night, the ground stomped by an attack queue of 7,000 falcon cavalry, with countless cavalry lances erected, the wings of the sinking and dark cavalry, quietly and quickly Stretching out, the crackling and harsh horseshoe sounded like thunder, rolling like a whirlwind into the camp below, sweeping and destroying everything that was blocking the front

The fences, tents, houses, and horses of the Black Forest Allied Forces collapsed like paper, and the scattered Black Forest soldiers uttered a cry of death, and they were caught under the horseshoe by this torrent of steel.

Finally, the chapter of the Black Forest is finally over...too difficult to write (to be continued.)