On the top of Yunshan Mountain, Lin Nuoyan and Luo Da, two old friends who had not seen each other for twenty years, hugged each other tightly.

After some explanation, Elder Luoda had already believed Lin Chuan and the others' words.

Elder Luoda was in a good mood at this moment, the temple crisis was lifted, and when he saw his old friend, he showed a happy smile on his face.

At the beginning of the establishment of the dynasty, the ancestors of the mountain people once served under the command of the Emperor of the Dynasty with the ancestors of the Lin family. Since then, the two tribes have formed a deep friendship and many intermarried.

Later, the mountain people were slaughtered by the dynasty army. If it weren't for the help of the Lin clan members who were generals in the army, the mountain people might have been destroyed. Therefore, the mountain people have always been grateful to the Lin clan family.

Although the mountain people were driven into several major mountains with harsh living environments and were blocked by the dynasty, the Lin family still took risks and helped the mountain people through the most difficult period. However, the Lin family declined later and slowly stopped aid.

Lin Nuoyan met Roda when the Lin family sponsored the mountain people, but later Roda returned to the territory to serve as an elder. Lin Nuoyan has been guarding the frontier, so the two sides have not seen each other for twenty years.

When old friends meet, they remember the years of the past and sigh, and there are so many things to say.

Lin Chuan walked aside, raised his sword to block the ropes tied to the mountain soldiers, and let them go.

Mountain warriors worship strong people. In the past, they were the strongest soldiers in the mountains. Now the Xingtu warriors brought by Lin Chuan are even stronger than them, so they have maintained enough respect for Lin Chuan and mountain warriors.

"Sir, a large number of mountain soldiers are coming towards us." Xiao Zhan looked serious and walked to Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan nodded and said he knew, "Let your brothers not be careless."

Xiao Zhan hurried away to set up defenses, while Lin Chuan turned around and headed towards Lin Nuoyan and Luo Da who were having a good conversation.

At this moment, at the foot of the mountain, countless mountain warriors were running from all directions towards the temple like dense ants.

The mountain leader Tu Yue rushed in front with a huge battle axe, showing an anxious look on his face. Due to his mistake, he let the enemy go through the Valley of Death. Now the Temple of War God is facing the threat of destruction. When he thinks of this, Tu Yue feels deeply blamed himself.

"Quick! Hurry!" Tu Yue was in a bad mood at this moment. If the temple was captured by the enemy, he would be ashamed of his ancestors and become an eternal sinner of the mountain clan.

At this moment, the Xingtu soldiers had already lined up on the stone steps to block the mountain soldiers returning to help.

Seeing that the enemy had occupied the temple, Tu Yue's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. All the mountain warriors were stunned on the spot as if they were thundering.

As a mountaineer's belief, the Temple of War God has never been to the forefront of foreigners for hundreds of years, and there is not even the Lin family who has been with him for hundreds of years. At this moment, the Temple of War God was conquered by the "enemy".

Faced with such a reality, countless mountain soldiers could not bear it. Many mountain soldiers squatted down and cried, lost and sad. All the pessimism could be seen from their faces.

The mountain warriors were wrapped in complex emotions at this moment, and the disappointment and hesitation made them at a loss. In the end, their eyes were all looking at their leader Tu Yue, the most powerful mountain warrior.

Tu Yue's face changed and was finally replaced by a surging anger. "Roar!" With a roar, he raised the battle axe in his hand. The murderous aura surged. His eyes were full of anger. The blood in his chest was like hot magma, as if he was about to spew out fire and destroy all these enemies.

"Kill all the miscellaneous things that blasphemed the God of War!"

Tu Yue raised the battle axe in his hand, his eyes full of madness, and rushed towards Xing Tujun who were lined up.

Behind Tu Yue, countless mountain warriors made a roar that shook the sky as if they were stimulated by wild beasts, following Tu Yue.

The cold Sith saw Tu Yue, the mountain leader as powerful as a bull, and a fierce fighting spirit ignited in his eyes. He pulled out the sword at his waist and went up to meet him.

Seeing the Sith coming straight for him, a trace of hideousness flashed across the corner of Tu Yue's mouth. He raised the battle axe and slashed at the Sith fiercely. Tu Yue seemed to have been able to meet this arrogant enemy, and this arrogant enemy would be split in half by his battle axe.

Bang! Accompanied by a spark of gold and iron collision, Sith's sword and Tu Yue's battle axe collided fiercely.

The huge power on the battle axe made Tu Yue, who was caught off guard, take a few steps back, and the battle axe in his hand even escaped and hit the stone wall with a clang.

Sith took a few steps back, his arms numb, and he looked at Tu Yue, and his mouth slightly raised.

"Ah!" Tu Yue's mind was already blinded at this moment, and he clenched his iron fist and rushed towards the Sith.

Sith looked at the already angry mountain warrior, shook his head in disappointment, and his legs swept forward. The powerful mountain warrior fell to the ground, and the soil mixed with blood flowed out of his mouth.

"Enough!" Just as the angry Tu Yue got up and wanted to attack the Sith again, a majestic voice came over.

Hearing this voice, the mountain warriors rushing over hurriedly stopped their steps, and their faces showed disbelief.

Accompanied by Lin Nuoyan, Elder Luo Da walked out of the passage where Xing Tujun made way out with a pale face.

Looking at Tu Yue in a mess, "In front of the Lin family, you have really lost all the faces of our mountain people." Elder Luo Da shook his head at Tu Yue with a look of regret.

Seeing the elder safe and sound, the enemy he thought was looking at this side with a smile on his face. As the leader of the mountain warrior, Tu Yue quickly understood what was going on.

"What are those dynasty troops?" Tu Yue asked.

Luo Da came forward to explain: "Those who chased the Lin clan, but fortunately God blessed them and they were not hurt."

After Luo Da's explanation, Tu Yue finally understood the cause and effect of the matter. He knew that the Lin clan who had been in a century had been in contact with each other. Tu Yue, the soldier, quickly forgot about the unhappiness just now.

"Guest Lin, welcome your arrival. Please forgive me for being reckless just now." Tu Yue smiled on her face, like a human bear, and gave Lin Chuan a big hug, almost making Lin Chuan breathe.

"I have the chance to compare again, it doesn't count just now." Tu Yue walked to Sith and stretched out his right hand, obviously resenting the failure just now.

The corners of Sith's mouth raised: "I'm happy to accompany you."

Under the bells of the temple, tens of thousands of mountain tribes gathered, including white-haired old men and young teenagers, but they all held weapons.

The misunderstanding was solved. In the camp at the foot of the mountain, the mountain people took out the best food and the best berry wine to entertain guests from afar, and fully demonstrated their hospitality.

The Xingtu soldiers who fought continuously also spent an unforgettable night and slept well.

But in the camp, Lan Yu, who was tied up, obviously did not have the kind mood that Lin Chuan and the others had. (To be continued)
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