The village where the border people lived did not have any special name, and no one knew when it stood in this vast desert.
However, even if it was just a small place, to the border people, it was still their homeland that raised them and the support of their souls.
Generations of people could not walk out of this desert, nor did they want to. Even if they were to spend their lives in this narrow place, they would not regret it.
This was his hometown, the place where thousands of souls were buried, and the place where thousands of lives were revived.
However, even the small homeland that the border people wanted to protect for generations was still coveted by the demon seed born of desire.
Every time the flames were ignited, fresh lives would be scattered. The land of their hometown would be scorched, and the houses that people had lived in for generations would be shattered into rubble.
However, just as the people were in despair, the Empire's cavalry suddenly stepped onto this land. With absolute strength, they chased away those who spread fear and death.
The desert regained its rare peace.
The people cheered and sang praises, offering the greatest courtesy to the soldiers who guarded the Cloudy Desert.
The relationship between the army and the people was like the Silk Road in the Cloud Desert. It would be passed down forever.
When Hua Mulan and her group were about to leave this nameless village, everyone came out. Some were carrying eggs, while others had slaughtered fish. However, everyone had a reluctant expression on their faces.
"Thank you for letting our small village have a rare peace."
The village chief had also arrived. His turbid eyes were currently blooming with a bright light. His hands that were tightly clasped with the soldiers were also trembling with excitement.
"Please take care. If anything happens, light up the smoke and our men will arrive.”
Hua Mulan smiled calmly. However, at this moment, her heart was also filled with warmth.
This was what it meant to be a family of soldiers and civilians.
At this moment, Lu Yu could not help but feel a lot of emotions.
However, even if the border people wanted to keep them, they would not stay. There were more important things in the depths of the desert that they needed to solve.
They continued on their journey. Along the way, Jialuo took the initiative to tell Lu Yu many ancient records about the desert in the clouds.
"Do you know which ruin the former protectorate was built on?”
"I don't know."
Lu Yu shook his head. When he was playing King of Kings, he rarely knew the background story.
As if he was not surprised by Lu Yu's ignorance, Jialuo put his index finger in front of his red lips and smiled mysteriously,""Have you ever heard of Lanling City?”
"Lanling City?"
Lu Yu frowned. Lanling City, why did it sound so familiar?
Could it be related to King Lan Ling?
"Jialuo, there is no need to tell Lu Yu so much about the protectorate.”
Unknowingly, Hua Mulan appeared behind the two of them and interrupted their conversation.
Smiling, Jialuo shook his head,""Ignorance is evil. Isn't it a good thing to let Lu Yu know more about history?”
"That bit of knowledge can't save others, nor can it save the past.”
It was rare to see Hua Mulan rebuke someone. Lu Yu was a little surprised and felt that something was wrong with her.
"Only by reading the words of the Six Realms can one reach the Nirvana Realm in peace.”
And Jialuo didn't seem to be easy to deal with, he provoked him in a domineering and polite manner.
Seeing the two girls bickering for no reason, Lu Yu could only smile awkwardly at the side. He knew that he couldn't get a word in edgewise.
However, Lan Ling City, Lan Ling King
Lu Yu raised his head slightly and looked up at the boundless sky. Some thoughts appeared in his mind.
At the same time, in a desert, a man in purple who could be recognized as an assassin at a glance was sharpening the blade in his hand.
The sharp blade reflected the man's face.
A pair of blue pupils, lewd purple hair, and a signature mask.
The man's expression could not be seen through, but the only thing that could be seen from his body was the endless killing intent that made that person tremble, as well as endless loneliness.
Pitiful people, people without a homeland, kings without territory.
This was what the crimson figure had said when they first met.
The man did not refute.
It was just like how the white-robed necromancer held the ritual implement and said in a sad and ridiculous tone,"
"What can't come back will never come back, and what can't be obtained will never be obtained.”
Even if he could shake the protectorate and make people fall into fear again and again,
He could never return to his former homeland.
What was the purpose of all that he had done? Was it the hatred he felt for the Empire's cavalry?
Yes, only hate
Hatred was his only motivation to continue acting.
He hated the Great Wall, hated the Great Tang Empire behind the Great Wall, hated the world, and hated himself.
A man who had abandoned his noble status had never given up on the idea of revenge. He had to use this method to express his past grief. Otherwise, the darkness in his heart would eventually devour him.
"That young man will eventually become a variable on your path of revenge. You've seen for yourself how fast his strength has improved.”
"If he doesn't die, then the possibility of everything you want will only be a negative number.”
That cold and mocking tone was still lingering in his ears like a hallucination, causing the man's eyes to have a hint of killing intent.
Even though he knew that he was just a chess piece of that guy, the man at this moment wanted to do what he should do.
As long as someone tried to stop him, he would die.
His killing intent towards Lu Yu was not only because of his growing strength, but also because of a layer of selfishness.
He was too close to that woman.
The man did not know why he had such a feeling. It was just that at first glance, he felt that Hua Mulan's appearance would make his boring slaughter more interesting.
Or perhaps, the only one who could form a sharp contrast with his death god in the darkness was the God of War who stood under the light.
After sharpening the blade, the man slowly stood up.
Since there was no turning back, there was no need to turn back. He only needed to pursue himself and wander in the endless darkness.
He only served the darkness.
The man's figure gradually became blurry, and Wang Yang's vast killing intent could be felt. However, it only lasted for a moment before he disappeared into the air, as if he had become one with the air.
He was a king without a homeland.
Then, the place where the blade cut was the territory!
He had no name, and no one knew his true identity. The only thing that existed was the name of the Grim Reaper, which made people tremble in fear.
King Lan Ling.
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