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Chapter 1064: God of War - Xingtian! King of Wuguo - Wutugu!

"Great Khan, do you really want to let this reckless man lead the charge? Amur is not..."

Borshu drove his horse closer, with blood still stained on his whip:
"It is precisely because he is reckless that he is most suitable to be this knife."

Temujin took off the wine bag from his waist and took a sip of the strong liquor. The liquor dripped down his beard and onto the wolf-head breastplate.

"Tell Zhebie to bring all the archers our Mongolian tribe has accumulated over the past few years to ambush at Yingzui Cliff."

"When Typhon's spear is broken, let Amur see what it means to be pierced by thousands of arrows!"

Borshu's heart trembled, and was about to accept the order, but he saw Temujin suddenly raised his whip and pointed it at the sky. In the western sky, nine blood-red stars formed a strange pattern, which was a sign that the throne of the gods would change.

Genghis Khan's wolf-head cloak fluttered like a flag in the wind, and he suddenly remembered the snowy night three years ago - it was also under the blood-red starry sky that Amur's Tianjie Spear blew off his helmet.

The wind and sand gradually died down, and the setting sun dyed the Mongolian wolf flag blood red. Temujin looked at Typhon's back and suddenly chuckled.

He knew very well how to control this ferocious beast - just like a grassland man taming a wild wolf, he had to give it enough blood to eat, but also keep it hungry at all times.

"Tell the four heroes that once Typhon sets out, mobilize the entire army and prepare to march."

"This time... I will bury the Longyao tribe with my own hands!"

Temujin came back to his senses, stroked the scabbard of the Canglang sword, and cast his gaze towards the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Behind him, tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry were gathering. Amid the fluttering flags, one could faintly hear the neighing of horses and the clashing of weapons.

At the same time, in the Great Xuan Dynasty, when the dusk was dyeing the rugged cliffs of Junya Pass like blood, Xuanyuan Po was patrolling the military camp on the ground covered with mottled sunset glow.

The 100,000 elite anti-king coalition forces marched along the river for three days and finally set up camp at this dangerous pass.

The bonfire crackled, the soldiers chewed their rations and wiped their weapons, and the torches patrolling the city walls in the distance formed a winding dragon of fire, but they could not illuminate the faint miasma lingering below the city walls.

"My lord, the scouts are reporting."

Wu Tiansheng had been standing outside the central army tent for some time, his Axe of Creation making a dull roar as it rested on the ground. His black armor was still stained with the juice of the blue firefly grass unique to southern Xinjiang, but the cold light from the axe blade had already shattered the last ray of skylight.

When Xuanyuan Po turned around, his wide sleeves swept the wine cup off the table, and the amber wine flowed like a river on the sand table, overflowing the jade carving representing the steep cliff pass.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew outside the tent, making the small flag with the word "Yang" on it on the sand table flutter. The black bird pattern embroidered with gold thread on the flag glowed strangely in the twilight.

"Old man Yang Jian is finally willing to move?"

He stroked the snake-shaped gold ring around his waist, his fingertips caressing the dark patterns on the ring.

Three days ago, when Mo Ranchen proposed the crazy plan of "taking the capital directly", he expected this day to come - that old fox had set up an iron bucket formation in Qujiang for half a year, how could he let their isolated army advance deep into the enemy's territory?

"Report! There is a huge cloud of dust rising from the Lintong direction. Yang Jian is leading the Xiaoguo Army and the Xuanming Iron Cavalry with 60,000 men. They are less than 80 miles away from our rear!"

When the scout rushed into the tent covered in blood, the heavy black iron armor on Wu Tiansheng's body was hitting the golden nanmu screen, causing it to buzz.

"The Great Xuan Vanguard Yun Renzhi has led 5,000 elite cavalry across the Black Wind Gorge, and is only a short distance away..."

Before he finished his words, another rider came galloping over.

"Fifteen miles."

Xuanyuan Po interrupted the conversation, and his wide sleeves fluttered, revealing a golden ring on his wrist.

"Great, General Ling Xiaotian! He is half a day faster than I expected."

He suddenly chuckled, causing the dust on the tent ceiling to fall off.

Wu Tiansheng took a half step forward, and the dragon pattern on the Axe of Creation vibrated. The barbarian general, who was worshipped as a god of war by the tribes in southern Xinjiang, was so full of energy that he compressed the candlelight in the tent into a thin flame. "My lord, I want to fight."

His voice was as hoarse as a knife scraping across rock, and the dragon tendons wrapped around the axe handle glowed faint blue in the firelight.

"Born and rest."

Xuanyuan Po waved his hand and looked through the tent door at the coalition army's banner that was setting up camp. In the twilight, the black bird flag was fluttering in the river breeze, and the golden lines on the flag seemed alive under the bloody setting sun.

"Is General Xing Tian here?"

The sound of chains dragging on the ground was heard from behind the tent, and Xing Tian walked out slowly carrying a bronze battle axe.

This barbarian general, who had just broken through to the God of War realm three days ago, now had blood all over his body like wolf smoke rising into the sky. The undried animal blood on the axe blade dripped onto the blue bricks, corroding the cracks between the bricks and producing wisps of blue smoke. The knotted muscles on his body stretched his animal skin armor to the point of almost bursting, and with every step he took, the bronze axe dragged sparks on the ground.

"Does General Xingtian dare to meet the immature General Lingxiaotian?"

Xuanyuan Po smiled as he looked at Xing Tian, ​​whose aura was rising and whose eyes were emitting a fanatical fighting spirit.

"I can't ask for it!"

A thunderous laugh rolled out of Xing Tian's throat, and the strong wind caused by the sweeping of the battle axe blew out all the candles in the tent.

He suddenly raised his head and let out a long howl, which was so loud that the flags outside the tent broke and startled all the birds sleeping in the forest.

Xuanyuan Po Guang waved his sleeves again, and the door of the tent was opened again. When the candlelight came back to light, a giant appeared in the tent.

Among the many southern barbarian tribes conquered by Xuanyuan Po, Wuguo leader Wutugu was seen wearing a golden pearl tassel and had scales under his ribs that glowed a cold blue-black light in the firelight.

The leader of the Wugo Kingdom among the southern barbarians was two meters tall. The white air from the trunk of the giant elephant under his crotch condensed into frost inside the tent. The steel fork in his hand was over a meter long, with a half-eaten raw snake hanging on the tip of the fork, and the snake's tongue was still trembling slightly.

"General Wutugu, bring your rattan armor soldiers and bite Xuanmingqi's tail for me."

"General Xing Tian will attack the left wing, and you will intercept the right wing. Is it possible?"

Xuanyuan Po tapped the sand table with his fingertips, and half of the black bird jade beads fell into the palm of the barbarian general. The red flag representing Yun Renzhi suddenly exploded with sparks.

"My lord, please watch carefully!"

Wutugu laughed in a muffled voice, and the scales under his ribs suddenly stood up, looking like knife blades in the sunlight.

"My rattan armor soldiers have been soaked in eighteen kinds of southern Xinjiang poisons. Even if old Yang Jian comes in person, he can't hurt them at all!"

He drew out the steel fork from his waist with his backhand, the tip of which had a venomous snake pattern and eyes as red as blood. Then he let out a beast-like grunt from his throat and slammed the steel fork heavily into the ground. Three thousand soldiers in rattan armor outside the tent shouted in unison, and the sound waves shook the thatched roof of the tent to the ground.

These most ferocious warriors in southern Xinjiang were all wearing oil-soaked rattan armor, which made a sound of metal and stone when the armor leaves hit each other. Their exposed skin was tattooed with blue-black witch patterns, and they looked like evil spirits from hell under the firelight.

"My lord, rest assured, I will fulfill my mission!"

Xing Tian split the tent curtain with his battle axe and walked out with big strides. With every step he took, an inch-deep footprint was left on the ground. The blood and energy in his body condensed into substance in the twilight, suppressing the bonfires along the way to the size of just beans.

"My lord, the rattan armor soldiers are afraid of fire."

But Wutugu in the tent remained motionless until Xingtian's back disappeared into the twilight, then he suddenly spoke in a muffled voice:
"So I'll trouble you, General, to take the water route."

Xuanyuan Po suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, and the roar of the river outside the tent rose in response.

"See those reeds? I want you to lead the rattan armor soldiers to encircle them from the water and give Yun Renzhi a backup gift."

He rolled up the sand table with his wide sleeves, and the blue jade sand representing the Canglang River suddenly flowed upstream and condensed into a water curtain in the tent.
(End of this chapter)