Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 645: The Battlefield

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No one knew when she appeared in sight. The surroundings were clearly barren, with only a few high mountains surrounding them, but she suddenly appeared like a fairy.

The woman's hands were handcuffed. Was she worried that she would hurt someone? No, there was no one following her, and no one would voluntarily want to come to such a place.

The Taiping Tower was right in front of her, and the woman was approaching step by step.

"Who are you? Stop!" The Taiping Dao members standing on the gate tower shouted loudly.

The woman walked until her clothes were in disarray and her silk shoes were torn, but she remained steadfast in her determination.

"How did she find it?"

Some Taiping Dao members discovered that there were many bloody scratches on the palms and backs of the woman's hands, which looked very strange and inconsistent, as if the wounds were caused by herself.

"She is harming herself. Is she seeking death?"

It turned out that the handcuffs were there to prevent her from causing fatal injuries to herself.

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The woman walked to the outer wall of the Taiping Tower while showing extreme sadness. She looked very painful, but there was no sign of retreating.

"Your suffering, everyone's pain and memories have never been so clear on this journey."

She pressed her palms against the wall, muttering to herself, her palms twitching constantly. The threats and intimidation from the Taiping Daoists seemed to never exist to her.

"Crazy woman, if you don't leave now, you'll die here!"

"Open the door and bring her in."

"Brother, this person's behavior is strange, not like an ordinary person, is there something fishy going on?"

Next to the high wall, two heavy wooden doors were opened, and six Taiping Dao members went out one after another to arrest people. They were very close to the "crazy woman", but were blocked by an invisible wind.

“Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

Many people had their skin scratched by the wind.

"Who, who is causing trouble?"

"Could it be this woman?"

"Let's go together!"

The strange wind had not stopped yet. Whenever the Taiping Daoist took a step closer to the woman, a scar would appear on her body. At this time, a laugh came from the tree.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you all blind? Look carefully at the leaves around you, are they all stained with blood?" The man in green was leaning on a very thin tree branch, clearly shaky but not falling down. He took the branch out of his mouth and suddenly swung his hands to exert force!

The branch was like a sharp arrow, stuck in the road between the Taiping Taoist group and Murong Yan, and all the green leaves on the ground were dyed red with blood.

"I never carry weapons in my life. Falling leaves and flying flowers can all be used as sharp blades. Holding a knife or a sword is not elegant at all." The man flew up, turned in the air for a few circles, and landed steadily on the ground: "As long as I am here, you can't get close to her."

The Taiping Dao members were all surprised.

"You used leaves as darts to hit us?"

"Su Qing, you are the chivalrous thief Su Qing!"

"Quickly retreat, quickly retreat," Su Qing said with a smile, "It's too late. If you don't believe me, just look at the door."

In front of the door?

There was a swordsman in white standing there.

"The gate has been successfully occupied," he said, "Everyone listen up! Escort the Saint Lady into the Taiping Tower."

Su Qing replied: "Brother Bai, what should we do with these people? If you want to kill them, you can do it. I am not interested in these little minions."

"Those who drop their weapons and run away will be spared, otherwise they will be killed without mercy." The sharp eyes of the white-clothed swordsman swept across the six Taiping Daoists outside the wall. At that moment, he seemed to have found the best route of attack.

The first Taiping Daoist member dropped his weapon.

The second group of Taiping Daoists were in a panic and at a loss as to what to do.

The third person took the rest and fled in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, a group of rangers from Crow's Nest led by Tong Yun successfully met up with Bai Feng. Bai Feng went ahead and before leaving, he instructed Heba Yuer and Yu Ke to follow closely behind Murong Yan.

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Murong Yan's hands were still handcuffed. Sometimes she would uncontrollably want to tear her clothes and hurt herself, and then she would murmur, "It's too painful, too painful. Your pain is thousands of times greater than mine. Living like this is worse than death. That's why I urgently need to find a way out. I want to help you!"

People who don’t know Murong Yan’s background would definitely think that she is crazy, but it is not the case. She is not crazy. She just has a sharper intuition than ordinary people. She saw everything that happened under the Taiping Tower.

Murong Yan suddenly stood still, just looking up at the top of the tower.

"I was once imprisoned in this place?"

In her eyes, the center of the battlefield had never been so peaceful. Even though there was chaos around her and Heba Yuer and Yu Ke were fighting, she seemed to be unaware of it and she just reached out her hand towards the top of the tower.

"Yan'er, what are you doing!" Yu Ke took Murong Yan's hand and wanted to walk into the tower. Suddenly, the Taiping Dao members attacked from the side. She couldn't dodge, because once she dodged, Murong Yan would be in danger.

“Lady Saint!” Heba Yu’er threw a scimitar and stabbed the attacker in the back, successfully defusing the danger. She walked over and asked, “What happened? Why don’t you move forward?”

Murong Yan smiled happily and said, "There's no need to go in, just look."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Feng's defiant figure appeared on the top of the tower. He waved to the people below, then waved a torch and ignited the wooden structure on the top of the tower.

A big fire is ready.

Soon, Bai Feng brought out the survivors in the tower. Among them, Mei Xinghe hugged Murong Yan with great gratitude and said, "No matter how you found this place, there are many more places like this. Can we burn them all down?"

Murong Yan said: "Leave it to Master Tong and the others. Brother Feng and I rescued you for something more important."

The fire in the Taiping Tower had not yet spread to the whole prairie. Murong Yan looked at the ignorant Taiping Daoists and the "human sacrifice" who had just been saved, and suddenly wanted to say something. She first asked Yu Ke to unlock her handcuffs, and then stood in front of everyone.

"Everyone, listen to me. You have all been deceived by Sima Tu!" Murong Yan lifted the clothes on her arm and showed her wound without reservation: "Look at me, a Xianbei witch? Saint? Hehe, my wound will never heal again! My blood has no effect on making people immortal. Even I myself may die of my old illness at any time. In other words, I am more fragile than ordinary people. Such an ugly body, is it really the body of an immortal?"

A Taiping Daoist trembled and retorted: "Master Tianshi is determined to find you at all costs. Is it just to continue deceiving everyone?"

"Yes, Sima Tu's longevity scam needs a spokesperson, a mascot, and I am that mascot. He claims that the medicine he gave you has witch's blood in it, right?" Murong Yan smiled sadly, "That's not witch's blood at all. It's something similar to Wu Shi San, but it's more potent than Wu Shi San. It will make people have the illusion of ascending to heaven. If the effect is stronger, it will make people lose their pupils and become slaves to desire, knowing only rage and indulgence."

Everyone couldn't help but recall the Taiping Dao "medicine man" they had all seen before. It turned out that everyone's final fate would be like this?

In an almost self-destructive way, Murong Yan told ignorant people a "false truth". From now on, perhaps no one will worship her or regard her as a goddess anymore, but as long as she is on this battlefield, she will be the only guiding light for everyone.