There's something wrong with my master.

They can only save themselves.

Their wish is simple.

Feel the warmth through the sky that blocks the cold current.

You don’t have to worry about falling asleep and not being able to see the next day’s dawn due to the cold.

So they could only rush forward desperately.

And in the warm south, many people are already ready to destroy their simple wishes.

This group of dark-skinned barbarians just moved forward in silence.

They climbed over mountains, crossed glaciers, and cut through thorns and bushes.

Along the way, they were short of food and ate whatever they could.

When there was nothing to eat, the young and strong men turned around again and looked at the old man behind them.

Finally, after countless deaths, they finally broke through the curtain that blocked the cold current.

They began cheering towards the sky.

Some people knelt down and kissed the ground beneath their feet.

Someone was eating the grass on the ground.

Someone began to sharpen the rusty sickle.

As more and more barbarians passed through the blue curtain that stretched from sky to earth, the old man in the front knelt on one knee again.

He stretched out his hand and took back the black flag.

Then he looked up at the sky and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"The glory of our ancestors will protect us!"

"The glory of our ancestors will protect us!"

The firm voices that came when they came had now become numb, like the walking corpses.

The old man turned around and could only see the young and strong men, and some children who were protected by them.

Old people of the same age as him have almost disappeared.

He clenched the black flag in his hand and stood up from the ground.

"Go forward twenty miles and set up camp!"

"Yes!"

The barbarian horde continued to move forward.

Everyone became even more silent than in the previous few days.

After walking twenty miles, fatigue set in, but no one slept.

A group of people started to set up tents.

Others went to the nearby river and wanted to fish in it.

The sound of sharpening the knife began again.

The rusty knife was sharpened to a sharp edge.

A special team began to explore the surrounding situation.

News after news was passed through this team and reached the old man's ears.

There are game, grasslands, rivers and forests here.

The old man likes this place very much, and so do the other barbarians.

It is obviously easier to survive here than in the hometown which is covered by polar cold currents all year round.

If you like it, you should find a way to stay here.

The old man held the black flag tighter in his hand.

The sounds of knife sharpening around also became louder.

They don't mind keeping to themselves if no one comes to chase them away.

If someone came to drive them away, they could only try to swing the knives in their hands.

However, things did not go as they wished.

Hoof click!

Hoof click!

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance.

Ta-ta, tap-ta.

There were more and more horse hoof beats and more and more human figures in the distance.

This is a group of cavalry, and their number cannot be determined for the time being.

All you could hear was the chaotic sound of horse hooves and the dense crowds of people. At a glance, you couldn't see the end.

The barbarians who were working stopped what they were doing.

They took out the knives they had been sharpening for a long time.

Several barbarians with the ability to transform into gods walked out of the crowd and came to the old man.

They did not take any action, but stared at the cavalry in the distance, as if they were watching something.

"Herod!"

"Xu~"

A horse carrying a man came out from the cavalry.

The sound of horse hooves is very crisp.

He stopped dozens of meters away from the old man and shouted two words coldly.

"Back off!"

When the barbarians heard his words, they just looked at him coldly, with no intention of retreating.

Seeing this, the leader of the cavalry continued.

"Retreat, there is still a way to survive!"

He didn't seem to want to kill.

But if these barbarians don't retreat, we will have no choice but to kill them.

"I count to three. If you don't retreat, you will die!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

When the last number fell, the only answer he got was still silence.

So the cavalry leader raised the halberd in his hand and shouted a word loudly.

"kill!"

A group of cavalrymen rushed up and charged at the barbarians.

Compared to the tattered clothes on the barbarians, they were wearing complete leather armor.

Under them were war horses.

The weapons in their hands were not rusted, and the blades were shining.

The barbarians were not afraid of this.

Rather than death, they fear returning to their homeland where only coldness remains.

It was a land without hope.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The barbarians who had been silent suddenly shouted. They held their knives and charged at the cavalry with their flesh and blood.

In an instant, shouts and cries of killing shook the sky.

A barbarian began to draw his bow and shoot arrows. He pulled the bow hard, and the muscles in his hands bulged, and the thick blue veins bulged along with the muscles.

call out.

The arrows were stained with black light and stabbed towards the group of cavalrymen who were rushing towards them.

A cavalry commander was killed.

In the barbarian team, the old men who had finally arrived here and had little strength left were forced to rush to the front to fight against the cavalry's charge.

Their bones were crushed by the horses' hooves and their blood flowed all over the ground.

At the end of their lives, these remaining old people suddenly no longer fear death.

They used their last bit of strength to hold onto the horses' hooves tightly with both hands, trying to stop the cavalry's pace.

Their hands seemed to have turned into iron clamps, and they never let go until they died.

The children also took up their weapons.

Compared with the boys of the Gu tribe, these teenagers are less naive and more vicious.

A child's body was pierced by a spear.

Before his consciousness became completely blurred, he smiled grimly, spat a mouthful of blood at the person in front of him, and then closed his eyes forever.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, filling the entire grassland.

Drops of blood dripped onto the green grass. As the sun shone, the blood dried and the fishy smell became stronger.

Broken limbs kept flying into the air, and when they landed, they made a bang.

A black light suddenly flashed.

The old man holding the black flag finally took action.

Several Divine Transformation monks beside him made hand gestures and chanted spells.

The black flag fluttered in the air.

Wisps of black smoke flew out from the barbarian's body, just like those left in the cold.

These black smokes that looked like souls and spirits let out mournful wails. With their red eyes wide open, they flew into the black flag together.

"Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"

"Is this what you rely on to come here?"

There was a sound in the sky.

The old man holding the black flag did not reply, but instead cast all kinds of vicious spells on the flag, making the wailing inside even louder.

"There are 88,000 souls here."

"I have been refining them for a long time. The resentment of each soul is thousands of times stronger than that of an ordinary person."

"If I release them from inside, this overwhelming resentment might affect Him."

The old man spoke calmly, describing a fact.

"Ah."

A sneer sounded.

In the past, the old man's threats might have been useful.

but now……

The man in the sky shook his head, then raised his hand, and in front of the old man's incredulous eyes, he personally crushed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and allowed the resentment inside to be released.