Global Weird

Chapter 660 The Intermediate Barrier between the West and Daluo, Grassland

In the colorful tomb, Li Guan sat on the chessboard on the ground, covered by starlight, his eyes closed, his expression fluctuating, switching cycles of sadness, joy, joy, and anger.

He wants to enter the memory fragment of the second battle between the second generation Khan and Ying Chengdi.

But contrary to expectations, this is not something he can enter if he wants to.

This ancestral tomb of the Khan royal family is indeed special, it can preserve some residual will and memory of the deceased, but the problem is that these things are completely random, and Li Guanqi cannot choose certain will and memories according to his own preferences .

But he firmly believes that he will be able to enter, it just takes time.

Because these will residues are obviously not random, but only those life experiences that are extremely impressive to the deceased can survive.

For example, at the very beginning, that one Nala Wutanmeng who died young.

The will and memory he survived were the scene when he and his father parted for the last time. For him, that was the first time he got a task from his father, and it was also the first time he had the opportunity to get his father's approval. Naturally impressive.

The second-generation Khan did not die young. His life of more than 900 years gave him many impressive life experiences.

But Li Guanqi believes that the peak battle between that guy and Emperor Ying Cheng will definitely rank among the top of these life experiences, and will definitely survive, and now he just needs a memory, a memory to experience it.

The passage of time in the outside world is already very vague to Li Guanqi.

Under the effect of the [Synaesthesia] star technique, Li Guanqi completely merged with the remaining will of the second-generation Khan, and constantly experienced one scene after another with the perspective, emotions, concepts, and thoughts of the second-generation Khan.

In a daze, he couldn't tell whether he was Li Guanqi or the second-generation Khan——Hu Riusi?
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"call--"

The night was dark, and the evening wind blew out the candles through the window sill, making the already dim hall look even darker.

And on the throne of the main hall, sat a majestic man.

He was wearing a blue royal robe, a golden crown on his head, and a pair of sharp brown eyes like a falcon. Although he was a little rough, his unshaven face further highlighted his wildness as a grassland man.

The second generation Khan, Hu Rius.

"Everyone..."

Looking at the empty hall, the Khan of Beimang spoke slowly, with a hoarse voice, "The battle was fierce, our grassland and Daluo have been fighting until now, have you seen enough?

If this continues, it will be difficult for me to guarantee that my position will not waver. Maybe I will bring the Northern Mang Royal Court to seek refuge with the Daluo Dynasty?Until then, can you continue to watch the fire from the other side? "

"Ah."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from the shadow of the hall.

Then several figures in black robes wearing black hoods and unable to see their faces clearly "floated" out of the shadows one after another, standing on top of the hall.

"Khan, I thought you would never speak."

One of the men in black looked at Hu Rius and said with a smile: "In that case, let's talk about the conditions. Our School of Magic will help you resist the invasion of Daluo. It needs to be provided to our School of Magic..."

"There are no conditions, no price, and no bullshit to offer!"

Hurius sat on the throne, looked down at these black-robed conjurers, and said indifferently, "Listen! You can choose to let go and leave, and then Ben Khan will choose to surrender and submit to the Daluo Dynasty. Then follow Ying Cheng's footsteps and formally attack you.

The Tulip Empire, the Violet Empire, and the Academy of Magic, the three major western forces of yours are indeed very strong, but I don't know if the alliance of the three of you can stop the cooperation between our grassland and Daluo?
You should be very clear that up to now, the Daluo Dynasty has never launched any beheading action against our Jiugong class.

Ying Cheng has been waiting for our surrender.

Since the war so far, the grassland has indeed lost a lot, but when it comes to high-end combat power, we have not lost the slightest bit.

Once we choose to truly surrender to the Daluo Dynasty, Ben Khan will no longer be a prairie overlord, but he will still be a prince under the command of Daluo, and he can still call himself "the king" and laugh happily.

But what about you?

At that time, can you still continue to laugh?

This is just a collaboration.

You help us resist the Daluo invasion.

From now on, our grassland, as a barrier between the West and the East, will always remain neutral and will never join the Daluo Dynasty. "

"..."

As soon as this remark came out, many black-robed conjurers fell silent.

After a long time, a man in black said slowly: "Hurius, let's go to the end of the battle. We will have an appointment with Ying Cheng in Kuran Snow Mountain. Then we will provide you with an increase. You should also know that no matter who Whether we go to the appointment or not, and regardless of the outcome, Ying Cheng will know our attitude, and he will understand that this war is over."

"Farewell, Khan."

After all, the men in black robes turned around and disappeared into the shadows again.

On the other hand, Hu Rius sat on the throne, closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and rubbed the center of his brow wearily.

"Om-"

Suddenly, the entire hall glowed with a colorful glow, sweeping the entire hall, and then slowly dissipated.

"Well, it seems that those guys have left completely."

When the colorful glow completely dissipated, a white-haired old man in a black cloak also slowly came out from the corner of the hall.

He stood in the center of the hall, looked at Hurius on the throne, and said respectfully: "Khan, why worry, after this battle, your achievements as the second generation Khan can already be compared with Amur Khan, which is enough You should be happy about a great cause that has left its name in history."

"Happy?"

Hu Rius opened his eyes, looked at the old man with a frown, and said in a deep voice: "Tutamun, this battle has been fought so far, and I and you Jiugong ranks are indeed alive, but under this What about those? I dare not even say the astronomical numbers of the dead and injured!"

In the end, the second-generation Beiman Khan was almost furious, stood up from the throne suddenly, pointed at the white-haired old man below and roared: "I am Khan!! Those dead humans and orcs are all me!" Your subjects! I should have protected them, but now I have caused countless casualties! How can you make me happy?!"

"That's what war is."

The white-haired old man known as Tutanmun looked indifferently, "There are always casualties in wars, this is the price, and these costs are inevitable, the point is whether this war has any meaning?
And the answer is, yes.

And it has great meaning.

After this battle, the Daluo Dynasty will fully understand that once they invade the grassland, the western forces will intervene to resist their attack together, making them unable to succeed.

From this, the western forces will also understand how important our grassland is. If we choose to surrender to Daluo, what awaits the West is the Daluo Dynasty that has completely absorbed the power of the grassland—that is a stronger country, enough to rely on the strength of a country, The strongest dynasty against the Western Alliance.

This is what it means to affect generations to come.

A hundred or a thousand years from now, as long as our grassland remains neutral and maintains a certain level of combat power, we will be able to obtain a perfect room for maneuver between the Western forces and the Eastern Daluo. "

Speaking of this, the white-haired old man looked at Hurius and smiled meaningfully, "Khan, besides that, we also saw the thoughts of many orcs clearly during this war, didn't we? After the war in Daluo is over, it's time for us to clean up the interior."

"..."

Hu Rius frowned and sat back on the throne, "Now that the war is still going on, I don't want to talk about these internal strife."

"Ok."

The white-haired old man didn't force it either, he just put his hands behind his back and looked up at the ceiling of this hall.

There is a dome mural there, the content is the dinner party between Amur Khan and the kings of the beast race, and they all have smiles on their faces.

This is a scene that actually happened in history. It was the day when the Grassland Alliance was formally established, and it was a feast for Amur Khan and the kings of the orc race.

After being created into a mural, this mural is called "Peace of the Grassland". The symbolic meaning is the same as the name of the mural, which is the peace of the prairie and the equality and harmony among hundreds of ethnic groups in the prairie.

"Peace..."

The white-haired old man looked at the murals, his muddy brown eyes were somewhat confused, "Khan, tell me, if our grassland chooses to cooperate with the Daluo Dynasty, what will happen? The world will usher in the first time of the new era." Unified?"

"it should be OK?"

Hu Rius leaned back on the throne, thought for a while, and then hesitated: "According to the information we have, if Daluo has our grassland joining, then the Western Alliance will not be able to stop it. The final result, there is a high probability It was the Daluo Dynasty that conquered the Violet Empire and the Tulip Empire, crushed the School of Magic, and ruled the world.

Then there was a genocide against conjurers all over the world.

As for the next?
Then, it should be us.

Unload the mill and kill the donkey.

After dominating the world, without the restraint of Western forces, the Daluo Dynasty has no reason to keep our Northern Mang Royal Court. We have no choice but to submit.

But if this is the case, we will fall into the abyss completely.

The group of Daluo people who think highly of themselves will not only put orcs in cages and regard them as beasts like monsters, but also treat us grassland people as inferior races.

In the final analysis, choosing to cooperate with the Daluo Dynasty basically means choosing to submit to Daluo.

And surrendering to Daluo is definitely a terrible choice.

As for cooperating with Western forces... Well, it's not feasible either.

Don't look at the situation in the West and Daluo right now, in fact, how can there be any permanent hostile relationship between our few forces?

As long as we dare to form an alliance with the Tulip Empire, the Violet Empire and the Daluo Dynasty will join forces and destroy us first, just to form the two major kingdoms.

Switching to cooperating with Violet is also a situation.

After much deliberation, compared with these situations, our grassland might as well remain neutral... Wait. "

As he said that, Hu Rius suddenly became a little surprised, looked at the white-haired old man above the main hall, and said in surprise: "Hey, old man, why did you suddenly mention the matter of cooperating with Daluo? What are you thinking?"

"I'm just wondering when the world will be completely at peace."

The white-haired old man looked up at the murals on the dome, stretched out his hand to wrap the black cloak around his body, and whispered softly: "If the Daluo Dynasty can rule the world, will there be no more wars in this world? After all, the world is unified. What battle is there to fight?"

"Think too much."

Hu Rius waved his hand, and said calmly: "Isn't that ridiculous, even if the world is unified, wars will start from within.

See the big from the small, such as the Daluo Dynasty, don’t look at the place that seems to be very peaceful now, I can guarantee that one day, sooner or later, the family with the surnames of the Eight Kingdoms will turn against the royal family of the Ying family.

And it's not just Daluo, our grassland actually... Forget it, let's not talk about this.

To put it bluntly, there can never be eternal peace in this world. The so-called peacetime is just the recovery time between the last war and the next war. "

"I really don't like that sentence."

The white-haired old man shook his head, turned and left.

But Hu Rius withdrew his gaze, raised his head slightly, leaned his back against the throne, and let out a melodious sigh in the dimly lit hall.

"Ying Cheng, Ying Cheng, the battle between the grassland and Daluo was officially kicked off by your punch that day."

"I don't know how many tricks I can do in your hands with the help of the School of Magic in the next curtain call performance?"

"Heh, you people with the surname Ying, apart from not living long, you really have no shortcomings at all."

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The wind and snow are howling!

On a stretch of endless snow-capped mountains, the figures of two kings stood in the air, looking at each other from afar!
"I thought you wouldn't go to the war appointment."

Wearing a golden crown and a blue royal robe, Hu Rius looked at the oriental emperor in front of him with serious eyes.

"Why don't you go?"

Ying Cheng was still wearing the black gold imperial robe of the Daluo Dynasty, with a calm expression, "You sent a letter of war and begged me to beat you up, why am I not beautiful? Or..."

The emperor opened his hands, looked around Fengxue with a smile, "Do you think I'm afraid? Afraid that you and those white pigs and cripples will set a trap to ambush me? Do you think I'm worried about this? Hahahahahaha!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help raising his head and laughing loudly, and the sound of howling wind and snow around him couldn't cover up his wild laughter.

"I'm even looking forward to it!"

Suddenly, Ying Cheng turned his head abruptly, and looked at Hu Riusi in front of him, with an extremely complicated expression, full of fighting spirit, sadness, and even envy, "There are always people who say that the royal family of the Ying family can only live for a hundred years. That's not accurate, in fact, only a very, very few members of the Ying family can live to be over 90 years old.

Most of the Ying family will die in their 80s, which is a long way from being a hundred years old.

And I'm coming too.

But I am only 76 years old... I am not like you, I have a lot of time to waste, I don't have such a long life span, so I can only use this short few decades of life to live as much as possible Wonderful.

My prince has also been chosen, he is excellent, I have no worries.

So I'm actually looking forward to it, looking forward to what conspiracy you and those white-skinned pigs have, and it would be best if a few demigods could gather here.

After all, I can't live long, at most a year or two?Then you have to die of old age, ha!

I think, if I can bid farewell to the world with an earth-shattering battle, it should be a very, very good way to call off the curtain. "

Speaking of this, Ying Cheng looked at the Beimang Khan in front of him, grinned lightly, "Hu Riusi, what do you think?"

"If it were your choice, would you die in battle, or die in bed?"

　The second update is under review, brothers, wait

　　
　
(End of this chapter)