The waterwheel was already showing its age. In the north, there was no other way for such a tool to die other than being frozen to pieces in the winter. Cang Yan watched with interest as the lower stream was slowly lifted to a higher place.

He sighed sadly, inadvertently thinking of his father's voice.

My father knew everything here well. Many years ago, he strategized and led thousands of elite soldiers from the northern border to attack the capital. Cang Yan also followed the queue. However, the day before he declared war on the capital, his father had a vague feeling that the entire army was under attack.

Seeing the signs of the army's collapse, he secretly sent him to a place far away from the army.

He survived and heard the news that his father was sent to the guillotine. Nearly a year had passed. News from the north always came very slowly. It was so slow that it made people feel that the information seemed to span time, space and years. The great achievements of the previous generation were still there.

This slow communication method is one of the reasons why the resistance to the West in the north has been repeatedly frustrated.

Cang Yan found that the water tanker had stopped, but quickly started turning again.

It would be great if he could create an automatic way to deliver messages. He thought silently, but could not conceive of a blueprint for doubts. The concept of "automatic" was too advanced in this era, and the foresighted Lord of the North realized that

It is important, but the lack of material foundation can only make this great achievement a castle in the air.

"Lord Cangyan," an energetic soldier brought the information, "it has been found that the Western Dynasty has recently recruited warriors, a total of 327 people, including four Rong Xiake forces, 69 Zun Xiakes, and Qian Xiake.

Knight——"

Cang Yan stopped him. In war, the more incompetent a person is, the more insignificant he is. Qian Xia Ke and the warriors below are just here to make up the numbers. He knows very well that the people in the West must also know it. Although they

They have high-strength skills that can defeat more than thirty people, but the battlefield is different from a duel. The real fight is quite chaotic. The Northern Army they face will be a complete group, and the humble knights will only become the foil of the mantis.

.

"Tell me about those four honorable knights."

"The leader is Shen Yile. She is the leader of this year's martial arts competition and she is a woman."

"Female? That's really rare."

According to Cang Yan's understanding, it is almost impossible for women to win in martial arts competitions held by the Central Plains people because their physical strength is inferior to that of men.

The martial arts conference lasts for a month, and there are no less than a hundred battles back and forth. If it is not crushed all the way, once a fierce battle occurs in the middle, it will basically declare that person's withdrawal. This conference is about intelligence collection and physical distribution. It seems that

A simple martial arts competition is all-encompassing. Therefore, the person who can win the title must have extraordinary attainments in martial arts, and if a woman can win, it is more delicate. Most people in the north have heroic personalities, and they should be able to fight against women.

Losing a lot of advantages, she is a worthy opponent.

Cang Yan couldn't help but smile. He needs strong people now.

The research on the end of the ancient path Feixin and Liu Xingjue's life came to an end at the same time. The wizards were almost able to skillfully produce the end of the ancient path Feixin objectively. They had broken through the shackles of technology, and they only needed raw materials.

These warriors delivered to their mouths will become the best raw materials.

As the saying goes, plans can't keep up with changes. A few days ago, Cang Yan thought that he could delay it for a while, waiting for Xu Siyou to thoroughly investigate the princess's side, but——

He looked back at the north. His hometown was also his nightmare. Anyone who has experienced a snow howl in the north will never forget it for life, and will be awakened by the terrifying howl from time to time. The last time he experienced a snow howl was many years ago.

, he could have remembered the time very clearly, but fear kept urging him to forget that memory, so he could not tell the specific node.

Despite this, Xuexiao's fear could not be wiped away from his heart.

"Snow howl" is what people in the north call a monster-like phenomenon that occurs once in ten years or once in a hundred years. Everyone wants to find out its pattern, but no one succeeds. Fortunately, it appears.

There are always signs, and the vast white sky will illuminate the entire sky - for as long as half a month to January. This is nature's first warning and also its last.

Then, starting from the far end, the strong wind will roll up snowflakes like waves, which can destroy a house, a tribe, and a civilization in an instant... The snow howl brings despair that the indigenous people cannot resist. It is so condescending,

Snow chunks as rough and heavy as gravel were thrown into the air by a mysterious force. Half of the world was filled with pale light, and the other half was covered by a wave of darkness. Its voice was majestic and towering, and no one knew where it stood.

What can be heard under the snow waves - all those who try to do this are ground into powder, and even the blood is ground into invisible powder.

There used to be an all-powerful group of wizards in the north. They prepared and waited for more than ten years, and self-righteously challenged Xuexiao. In the end, no bones were left. Cang Yan felt sorry for this on one hand, but was glad for their arrogance on the other. If it weren't for them

Destroyed, how could the Northern Territory be divided by various barbaric tribes who did not understand witchcraft? How could Cangyan occupy a place among the princes of the Northern Territory?

Everything is God's arrangement.

He prayed secretly, and his eyes drifted to the mountains farther north. Those mountains covered with ice and snow all year round revealed a little pointed head and a faint curve in the clouds. They seemed to be waving to him, protecting him and blessing him.

Cang Yan showed a bitter smile.

I don't know how long it will take before the snow roar will destroy the highest mountain.

Southerners have always been afraid of the exiles in the north, and they will not carefully observe the mountains floating at the end of the north. Otherwise, they will definitely find that every ten years or so, a high mountain top will disappear, and then a new one will appear.

The peaks climb to the top of the clouds - these are all the masterpieces of Xuexiao. The highest mountain is admired by the most people in the north, but it also has to accept the most cruel destruction. It will be washed away by the snow waves, and its many years of glory will be destroyed in one day.

And it won't be long before the tallest mountain in sight will suffer that fate.

Three days ago, news came from the tribe where he lived that signs of the snow howl could already be seen sixty miles to the north. Once the snow howl came, he would be homeless, and other tribes in the north would naturally not be able to tolerate him.

——Although they are collectively called "Northern Territory" by the southerners, there is no period of internal unity. This is a truth that southerners have never known. The situation in the Northern Territory is worse than any insightful Westerners imagined.

Thousands of times more complicated, they often fight tooth and nail for a square area of ​​land until one party gives in or is completely destroyed.

The chaos in the northern border ultimately comes from the differences in ancestors. Every tribe has an indescribable "blood pride".

Cang Yan deeply hates this phenomenon, but he is unable to change the Northern Territory. He was born in the Northern Territory and understands that his hometown is rotten to the core.

"There are also brothers Mi Zhou from Di Chan Sect, Jiang Rong and Jiang Gui sent by the imperial court."

Cang Yan nodded and waved to signal the soldiers to retreat.

The other three are actually acquaintances.

"Call Yin Sa."
Chapter completed!