Chapter 195 Two Paths (Part )

The wind was blowing wildly and thunder was rumbling faintly among the layers of dark clouds.

The rain was pouring down heavily, and the rain curtain that blocked the eyes was blown down diagonally by the strong wind, making the forest standing in the grassland shaky and seemed to be about to rise from the ground.

In this dark and gloomy world, a figure was staggering in the woods, blood oozing out from his lower abdomen, mixed with rain water and flowing on the muddy ground.

If you look closely at this man's face, you can tell from his Western-style features that he is a Uighur. In addition, he is wearing a brown robe made of extremely rough material, so it is not difficult to tell that he is a wizard.

However, as he staggered in panic, his already rough robe was finally torn all over by the twisted branches, and the dry skin underneath was also scratched, adding many more cuts.

But even so, he seemed to be completely unaware of the pain. His terrified eyes just kept darting around, looking for the path that was easiest to pass and would best conceal his tracks.

He walked in a panic, pressing the wound on his lower abdomen tightly, and kept looking back, obviously trying to escape from someone.

However, there were roaring thunders in the sky and heavy rains pouring down from all directions. The whole forest was noisy due to the strong winds. How could he sense any movement in the night-like sky? He could only escape based on his instincts.

Fortunately, in this weather, the other party should not be able to track him down...

The wizard could not run any longer after all. His injuries were so severe that it was not easy for him to run here. After his nerves relaxed a little, he could not hold on any longer. He supported himself and sat down under a big tree. He took out a herb from his arms tremblingly, put it in his mouth, chewed it for a while, then spit it out and pressed it on the wound in his lower abdomen.

However, just when he felt a little relieved and before he could take the next step, his face suddenly became dull.

In the sight, a tall hooded figure slowly walked towards from the front.

The hooded figure was also wearing a robe, but it looked very simple and heavy. The straight-jointed skirt covered his ankles, so one could only see a pair of bare feet walking straight in the mud, slowly walking towards him.

In the hand of this tall figure was a gilded three-edged demon-subduing pestle. The top of the pestle was flickering with light, and one could faintly see a wave of light emanating from the tip of the pestle, continuously sweeping out in all directions.

A head was thrown at the feet of the wizard. It was the head of a Uighur wizard. Two bulging eyes were staring at the shriveled face. It was obvious that he saw something that terrified him before he died.

The wizard who was sitting under the tree shrank back in panic, and then without hesitation, he bit his dry fingers to make them bleed, and then kept smearing the liquid on his face, muttering something in the obscure Mobei language in a trembling voice.

"The qi is full... black and white cannot be transformed, humans and ghosts are united... the end is nigh, I am willing to offer 70% of my soul, begging the benefactor of this altar to merge with my body..."

He spoke quickly and hurriedly, and his language was obscure, so others might not have had time to make out what he was saying. However, they could clearly see that the wizard's body began to swell slowly, and his originally shriveled arms were slowly filled with muscles, as if the blood in his body was suddenly mobilized by something. At the same time, a lingering black mist began to linger on his face.

But from beginning to end, the figure holding the demon-subduing pestle just stared at him indifferently, and even waited until the latter stood up with a staggering back before he said solemnly: "Since Yelu Diela led me here, where is he?"

But the only answer she got was a crazy and sandy laugh: "Look at what a spirited little girl you are. I never thought that the opponent of such a loser could be a goddess like you. Come, let me have a taste of your soul..."

It was obvious that this crazy laughter was not the wizard's original voice.

But soon, the laughter suddenly stopped, and then a terrified voice sounded: "My Lord, my Lord, this woman is the Great Shaman of the Grassland, don't fight with her, take me away quickly..."

"shut up!"

The crazy voice just now suddenly became louder, and under this voice, it was obvious that the wizard's face became hideous and distorted. It seemed that there was another personality in his body, constantly fighting for control.

However, the tall girl known as the Great Shaman seemed not to have seen this scene, and just said indifferently: "Yelü Diela, where are you?"

The wizard bent his waist and hid behind a big tree, poking out half of his ugly face, and laughed shrilly: "Hehehe, you want to know? Little girl, if you contribute some of your divine power and help me become a god, I will tell you. Otherwise, I will eat this garbage and you will get nothing."

After he said this, he saw the great shaman fall silent.

He then bent his waist and came out, saying with a smile: "What do you think? You can't do anything to me, but I can eat him. If you don't cooperate, I'll see what you can do to me!"

The next moment, his smiling face turned ferocious again, and the panicked voice sounded again, begging: "Lord, she is really a great shaman. She has killed seven or eight gods like you in the past few days..."

"Shut up!" The wizard suddenly became furious and pointed at the great shaman and said, "Kill me? It's your body that will die, not me! With the goddess in front of you, you let me escape? You deserve to die!"

"I want to see how she kills me." The wizard laughed grimly and said, "Girl, I won't tell you. See how you can defeat me."

He stood with his hands on his hips and laughed wildly, completely different from the embarrassed look he had just shown while running away. If others saw him, they might really think he was some wild immortal.

However, the girl only tilted her head slightly.

The wizard stopped laughing, narrowed his eyes, and made claws with his hands, taking a slightly defensive stance.

Then, he saw the demon-subduing pestle in the girl's hand suddenly pointed at him, and an ethereal voice came from her mouth.

"Edict."

As the word came down, the light on the Demon-Subduing Pestle surged, and then suddenly swung out. If you look down from the sky, you can see that half of the forest is suddenly lit up by the light.

This wave of light naturally passed through the wizard's body, but the latter flipped backwards with extraordinary agility, and fell to the ground, looking at the shaman with vigilant eyes, as if he was on full defense.

But he immediately checked his body and found nothing unusual, so he narrowed his eyes again, then stood up with a grim smile: "You damned great shaman, I want to see if you can..."

Suddenly, in the strong wind, heavy rain fell slantingly, thunder rumbled in the sky, and suddenly a flash of lightning flashed.

The next moment, as the wizard looked on in panic, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, blasting apart several large trees bent by the strong wind, and hitting him precisely and violently on the top of his head. Then, a current ran through his entire body and penetrated the ground.

Layers of lightning flashed in the countless puddles on the ground. The great shaman swung the demon-subduing pestle in his hand, and a strong energy swept away the countless lightning bolts that attacked her, and then returned to the wizard's body layer by layer.

There were almost no screams or shouts. The wizard had not even finished his words when he fell to the ground in a daze. From beginning to end, he did not even make a single sound, and his whole body was like a dried corpse without a drop of blood.

It was still raining heavily in the sky and the thunder had faded away, but there were still flashes of lightning in the woods, and one could see that under the hood of the great shaman was an ancient shaman mask, which was magnificent and exquisite. However, the cheeks were covered with cracks, and it was obvious that it had been repaired.

She turned around indifferently, without even bothering to check whether the so-called benefactor was really not dead.

Walking out of the woods, you can see several corpses on all sides of the woods. They are all dead beyond dead, without even a breath of life.

She looked fixedly at the west, thought hesitantly for a long time, and began to walk towards that direction.

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To the west, at the foot of Hengshan Mountain, on the bank of the Wuluan River.

The royal camp.

"Waste! Waste! It's all waste!"

Inside the big tent, there were sounds of things breaking and loud shouts.

Under this angry roar, countless beautiful maids lay on the ground trembling with fear, not daring to breathe.

At the entrance of the tent, there were several royal guards who had been hacked to death with swords. Among the corpses, Yelu Lagu was naked, holding a long sword, with his eyes wide open, walking back and forth in anger, unable to suppress his rage.

"So many people, but they couldn't keep an eye on a bastard. How could he escape? How could he escape!?"

Outside the tent, several generals knelt on the ground in the heavy rain, and just kept kowtowing: "Your Majesty, please calm down. We have sent people to chase from all directions, and we will definitely be able to bring Yelu Yaoguang back..."

"Chase? With a bunch of losers like you, what can you catch?!"

Yelu Lage was so angry that he laughed. He didn't kill these generals, but just threw his long sword. Then, he didn't care about these people getting wet in the rain outside and looked to the side: "Third brother, you see, without you, these useless people really can't do anything. I really had no choice but to call you back. I didn't mean to delay you from dealing with that little niece." Next to him, Yelu Diela, who was wearing a hooded robe, sat on a chair. He coughed twice and said calmly: "It doesn't matter. I have set up the formation. Once she enters the formation, it will be difficult for her to escape easily. It won't be too late to deal with her later."

"That's good." Yelulag smiled proudly and said, "I used to think this little niece was so great. Humph, only that bitch Shuliduo dared to boast that she was the reincarnation of a goddess. In front of my third brother, she is just a little kid, right?"

Yelu Diela covered his mouth and coughed, but remained silent.

But the former did not notice this detail, and just leaned on his waist to walk back and forth, saying: "Since there is no rush to deal with that little niece, how about Third Brother going on my behalf to capture that bastard?"

After that, he pointed at the generals outside the tent and sneered disdainfully: "Rather than relying on these rubbish to chase him, it's better to assume that the bastard has gone to meet his father in Bohai."

Of course, everyone in the tent knew that he was joking. Yelu Yaoguang had only been on the run for two days. How could he have traveled a thousand miles to Bohai Sea, let alone find his father?

The generals outside heard this indirect remark and lowered their heads in shame.

Unexpectedly, Yelu Diela refused directly: "This time the king urgently summoned me back, I had anticipated that there must be something urgent. This time I came back with two wizards. The king can let them do the chasing."

Yelu Lage's heroic smile froze a little, and he looked a little gloomy, but in the end he just turned his back and said, "That's fine, but this matter is really urgent. Among Shuliduo's two sons, Yaoguang is the only one she values, so she doesn't dare to escape easily. And I don't want Abaoji to have any offspring outside..."

Having said so much, he still wanted Yelu Diela to chase the person himself, but he did not directly propose it. He just asked: "Are those two Uighur wizards reliable?"

"Not inferior to Da He Feng beside Shu Liduo."

"That's fine." Yelu Lage's face looked a little ugly, but he didn't say much. He just yelled at the general outside: "Didn't you hear? Why don't you go chase them!?"

The people outside naturally dispersed and followed the two wizards with wooden faces and brown robes.

Yelu Lage calmed down a little, and then smiled generously: "Third brother, are you worried about your niece?"

"I'm here in person, so it's inevitable that I have to be more cautious."

"It shouldn't be that difficult to deal with her, right?" Yelu Lage narrowed his eyes and became a little alert: "Is it a mistake for me to call you back this time? Do I need to send someone to bless you?"

"It doesn't matter."

Yelu Diela calmly waved his hand, stood up and walked out: "Even if it's a little tricky, Your Majesty just needs to wait for good news."

Because he was wearing a large hood, Yelu Lage could not see his expression clearly, but after all, he heard his calm tone, so he felt relieved and then smiled and said: "Yes, with the third brother taking action, I have nothing to worry about.

"Third brother, just focus on dealing with her. Once I capture Shuliduo, I will reunite them!"

Yelu Diela bowed and walked out of the tent.

But as soon as he walked out of the tent, he spread out his palms and stared at the pool of dirty blood that he coughed up. After looking at it for a long while, he snorted coldly, walked alone into the rain, and hurried eastward.

After he disappeared outside the tent, Yelu Lage summoned his generals with a stern face.

"Pass on my order to continue the fierce attack on the mountain. Now that we have broken through the front camp, the heavy rain has made the arrows powerless. It is a good time to break through the rear camp!"

He walked out of the tent naked and looked coldly in the direction of Hengshan.

"No matter what, Shuliduo can't leave."

Dozens of generals from the royal court received the order and rode away.

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Hengshan, a col and pass.

Waves of shouting and screaming continued in the rain and fog, seemingly without stopping, and the sound of weapons clashing could be heard faintly in the narrow pass.

Obviously, compared with the previous few days, the momentum has become much closer.

Fortunately, when Shulido asked Zhao Siwen to set up the camp, he built walls and arrow towers on both the inner and outer layers, and also built a large camp on the top of the mountain. This is the rear camp mentioned by Yelu Lage.

In the rain, Shulido, wearing soft armor, stood on the watchtower with a stern face, just staring at the two groups of people who were fighting in the rain and fog.

But her hands behind her back were clenched tightly, and she was obviously a little nervous.

Fortunately, in the end, Wang Ting's troops were finally repelled. Zhao Siwen led his troops to chase them for a hundred or two hundred steps and continued to retreat to the big camp.

"call……"

Shulido breathed a sigh of relief and loosened his clenched hands.

Only then did she realize that a layer of cold sweat had formed on her back. She still remembered the last time she was so nervous, when she was forced into retreat by Xiao Yan in the watchtower on the bank of the Beishui River.

But this time the tension must have something to do with Xiao Yan.

His troops were late in arriving, and she was about to be captured. One can imagine what would happen to her...

Shuliduo stood alone on the watchtower, pondered for a long time, tightened his soft armor, and restored his majestic appearance before going down the watchtower to inspect the camps.

At such a critical moment, the Mobei Army in the village had no morale left and had been forced to the battlefield by her. After all, if the village was breached, Yelu Lage would not show mercy to any of them.

She was a little uneasy, perhaps because she had just seen the royal army almost rushing in, or because it had been nearly eight days since she sent Qixiang out of the world, but there was still no news from Xiao Yan's army.

In short, her confidence was being consumed and reduced day by day during the waiting.

What's more, Yelu Yaoguang was still at the foot of the mountain. She had missed the last chance to break out because of this incident, and now she was unwilling to retreat like this.

She has two sons. The eldest son, Yelu Bei, is too much like his father Abaoji and has his own opinions. He is not as easy to train as Yelu Yaoguang. Therefore, Shuliduo has always regarded Yaoguang as the next King of Mobei. After all, she cannot guarantee that Yelu Bei will follow her arrangements after he succeeds to the throne in the future.

However, there is actually no point in saying this right now.

Although Shuliduo tried his best to maintain his dignity, his face still showed his haggardness. In the end, he only completed a small part of the inspection of the camp and returned to the tent to rest.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside.

A loud voice sounded, "You are not lying, is my brother really not dead?"

"Jiejie, we finally have hope...!"

Shuliduo frowned, stood up and walked out.

But before she could leave the tent, the curtain was roughly opened, and then Shili Qixiang, who was exhausted and covered in mud with mud all over her face, was seen in a very embarrassed manner, being surrounded by Qingguo and Qingcheng.

But she just looked excited, and didn't care about anything else, not even looking at Shuliduo's expression, and bowed down deeply.

"Queen, I have seen the King!"

(End of this chapter)