Northwest wind, that's why Heifeng Puya attacked them in winter.
Because the gate of the city faces the East China Sea with its back and faces northwest, the siege of the city was originally just smooth.
However, when they really fought, the most famous ghost tribe realized that the northwest wind had actually done them a disservice.
Suo Laimu is very good at miscellaneous knowledge. I don't know what kind of way his city gate is built. When the soldiers approached the city, they realized that this place is actually a nest of wind. It is difficult for bows and arrows to come from bottom to top. Once the wind direction comes out , Immediately, most of the bows and arrows shot up can be broken.
However, on this day, the direction of the wind changed. The wind carried the salty smell from the sea, and the sound of the waves in the distance seemed to be louder.
Suo Laimu looked in the direction of the sky, and said to Hua Yi in a very soft voice: "Even though the gate of the city is unobstructed, there are many mountains in the southeast, you think they have been honest these days, what are they planning? "
Hua Yi put his hands behind his back, and tapped his wrist with his fingers one after another. He didn't speak for a long time, then turned around suddenly, and asked Suo Laimu: "Then you guess the exact location of Heifeng Puya's mysterious lair? Where."
Suolaimu laughed: "According to the map brought by the old merchant, there is a small scattered tribe a hundred miles away from the southeast coastline, with no more than ten or twenty people. I thought at the time that the orc tribe has always relied on mountains Mountains, relying on forests to eat forests, why would you rather rely on the sea than go to the mountains that are close at hand?"
Hua Yi nodded: "Then I don't worry, you can explain it to Lu Quan, as long as nothing goes wrong."
Suo Laimu lowered his head and said: "If something goes wrong, how can I be worthy of these merchants who were kidnapped by you tremblingly?"
Hua Yi strode out of the meeting tent and said loudly: "Ask Shanxi and Budong to lead eighty people to lie in ambush at the foot of the mountain. Get ready at night. The city defense is as usual. When you see the fireworks signal, go directly out of the city gate to meet our people." Let’s meet up and break his lair! Didn’t Kazuo want to close the city gate and fight them to the death outside, let’s put out the fire for him tonight!”
Hua Yi kept it secret, but he had already been deploying secretly. This night, three orders followed one after another, and the fighting spirit in the whole city was ignited.
On one side is a samurai with cold armor and cold sword, and on the other side is a giant beast that is about to condense into one with the night as the sky darkens.
After tonight, Hua Yi believed that he had established his stronghold. Within two years, the entire East China Sea would be flattened by him. He wanted a bigger territory deep in the mainland, traveled a farther road, and got more people. One day these places will be singing and dancing again, and he can respond to everything, all the business routes will be in his hands, and he can't take a step, so he holds the four directions.
At that point, there would be no more enemies for him, and he would be invulnerable...or be able to sleep in the middle of the night.
At this time, Hua Yi didn't have a surge of emotion, his heart was as calm as a sponge with shattered moonlight and deep waves, and all the turmoil was deeply suppressed at the bottom that could not be seen.
He asked the people next to him softly: "Where did the Chang'an man go? Call him here."
But there are always things that can't be counted, such as Chang'an, he can't find it at this time, because Chang'an was taken out of the city gate by Bei Shi without anyone noticing.
The wind from the sea is naturally much milder than the wind from the extreme arctic ice field, but it is winter after all.
Chang An didn't carry a saber in his hand, and he didn't wear any armor on his body, as if the wind could blow off his thin clothes. Occasionally, a fierce gust of wind would blow over him, as if trying to sweep him away.
"I didn't expect that I would see you again. As a master, I always want to teach you something more. Now I am considered penniless, so I will teach you this last knife."
Bei Shi's voice was blown by the wind, it seemed a little blurry, Chang An's ears moved, and he took two steps forward to follow closely behind him, he had the illusion that otherwise, he would not be able to hear him.
The rest of the man's voice was blocked by a few coughs, but Bei Shi took out the jug from his waist and took a sip. The aroma of the wine permeated the air, vaguely like the nectar flowing from the hardest tree trunk on Yufeng Mountain.
Hailan frowned, hesitated to speak, but said nothing after all.
For some reason, Chang An was so perceptive that he heard something ominous from the words "the last knife", and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
Bei Shi turned his head and smiled at him: "It's not a disease, Master is getting old. But it's nothing, who wouldn't be old?"
He said "old" in his mouth, but his eyes were still shining, and he always seemed to be full of smiles. Chang'an didn't understand why "old" was so happy.
"Do you know why I don't let you bring a saber?" Bei Shi asked.
Chang An subconsciously rubbed his wrist.
Bei Shi glanced at it, and sighed: "It seems that you have already felt the pressure of the saber on your wrist... earlier than I imagined, boy, let me ask you, if one day, you find that you can't hold the saber anymore, do you want to hold the saber?" how is it?"
Chang An was stunned for a moment: "Then change to a lighter one."
Bei Shi asked: "Aren't you resentful? If you were an orc, if your health was better..."
Chang An took it for granted, "I still can't get rid of my resentment."
Bei Shi watched him grow up from a young age, and he knew the hard and unshakable heart in his chest, so he was not surprised by this answer, he just said in a little ecstasy: "When I was your age, I also had a Knife, I regard it as my life, hold it, and I can listen to others saying that I am the "No. If you want to live to old age, you have to break one or two knives that are more important than your life."
When he said this, he took out a cloth bag from his pocket and opened it very carefully, but inside were two semi-finished knives without handles. When he came out, he immediately scratched a hole in the small cloth bag.
"Here, let's take one each." Bei Shi said, "Tell that club to stand guard. Master will kill a few people with this last blow for you to see."
At the foot of the southeast mountain, groups of orcs fought together, and the giant beasts as tall as a man returned to their most primitive postures one by one. They rolled together, their sharp claws clashed, and they competed with each other with the strength of their bodies, and the blood of others flowed from their mouths.
Bite off the flesh and blood of the enemy and swallow it directly into the stomach - this is a rule passed down from the ancient battlefield. The blood around the enemy's neck can give people infinite power.
The whole city was brightly lit, jumping torches reflected every distorted face, roaring sounded one after another, a map was hanging in front of Hua Yi, and he was looking in one direction from a distance, an unknown anxiety in his heart almost made him fly into a rage Get up—Where did Chang'an go!
Suolaimu threw out the tortoise shell in his arms, carefully observed the lines on it, and said to Hua Yi without raising his head: "The Black Wind Puya and the Qinglong Tribe are the enemies of the family, the second uncle and the others probably want to If he finds out the truth one day, he won't have any regrets."
Hua Yi blurted out: "You bastard!"
Suo Laimu: "Who are you scolding?"
Everyone in Huayi wanted to scold him, from Beishi to Chang'an, as well as Suo Laimu's second uncle who couldn't beat a fart with three sticks.
But none of the three uncles who were scolded sneezed, and they traveled extremely fast.
Bei Shi didn't know how long he had been wandering here, he was so familiar with the terrain outside the city that even Chang'an felt ashamed, the farther he walked, the closer he got to the valley.
At this moment, Bei Shi moved his ears, waved his hand suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Yo? It's fighting, who and who?"
As he said, he jumped up the hillside in twos and threes, quickly shuttled through the dead trees, looked down from a high position, and saw that there seemed to be a tribe in the valley. It's extremely gorgeous—Hua Yi's half-negotiable, half-residential place is completely different—it is the lair of Heifeng Pu Ya's family that no one has discovered for decades.
After all, Chang'an is a sub-beast, and his eyesight is not as good as his. After carefully identifying it for a long time, he whispered in Bei Shi's ear: "I know a few people, they are Lu Quan and the others, our people."
Bei Shi turned his eyes around, and looked at the posture of those ragged people who wanted to rely on numbers to win, and immediately understood that Hua Yi had secretly sent people to gather the refugees around him, and couldn't help frowning: "Then The kid has so many eyes, you won’t even know if he bullies you in the future.”
Chang An wondered: "How come? I'm not stupid."
Bei Shi: "..."
When he saw this silly boy who confidently said that he was not stupid, he almost wanted to give him a scoop and use a knife to carve more holes into his brain.
Seeing that the mob was inseparable from the guard, Bei Shi waved his hand and said, "Come with me."
It was very hot outside, but the inside of the main tent in the middle was as warm as spring. A dozen strong men each carried weapons, and they watched the dancers in the center dance gracefully.
I don't know if it's real leisure or fake relaxation.
However, the master is still here, and the others are still calm, and no one is willing to reveal their thoughts before others, so each of them is still sitting as a rock.
It was a rare thing for an old merchant to give Huayi two dancers, but there were a dozen or so beautiful dancers in the main tent of Pu Ya's family.
A beauty with a long skirt dragging the floor lowered her eyebrows and was holding a wine jug that was too big for her. She was about to go in, when suddenly her eyes went dark and she didn't know anything.
Bei Shi raised his hand to catch the flagon in her hand, without spilling a drop of wine.
He wiped the mouth of the pot with his finger, put it in his mouth and tasted it, then frowned in disgust.
"Hailan guards the door." He whispered in a low voice, "Pu Ya's family's twelve hunting dogs are in the tent, no wonder they are so confident - it is said that twenty years ago, these twelve dogs wiped out the entire city. In the Northern Continent, I don’t know that this group of old dog people raised by wine and meat are still incomplete.”
Chang An couldn't help changing the gesture of holding the knife—the thing had no handle or back, so it seemed a bit awkward to hold it no matter how you held it.
But Bei Shi suddenly touched his face, looked into his eyes, softened his voice involuntarily, and said, "Look carefully at this last knife, don't do it, the master will save it for you where you should do it." .”