"Xiao Wang thought so too!"

Tuoba Aofeng did not expect the high priest to make such a decision directly, but this decision coincided with his idea.

"Then have you ever thought about whether Xu Huaiyi would agree to our surrender?"

The high priest's subsequent words made Tuoba Aofeng's face shrouded a layer of shadow.

The Northern Barbarians lived in the northern grasslands for generations.

They had a feud with the Tang Dynasty, and before the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the Northern Barbarians were still the enemies of the previous dynasty. In the previous dynasty, the Northern Barbarians were still their enemies.

The rich land in the south has changed several times, but the Northern Barbarians are still Northern Barbarians.

"Xiao Wang will let him agree!"

When Tuoba Aofeng decided to surrender to Mr. Xu, he had actually thought about this issue.

He once heard the Tang people say this: The dead Northern Barbarians are the good Northern Barbarians.

Even if they want to surrender, the other party cannot accept them in full.

In order to continue the race, even if they integrate into the Tang people, at least they did not cut off their ancestors' bloodlines.

Perhaps, the high priest said more accurately. If you can't win, then join.

Integrating into the Tang Dynasty is the ultimate destination of their Beiman tribe.

"Then go!"

The high priest did not say anything more, but gently waved his scepter, "From now on, the Northern Barbarians will no longer pass on the high priest!"

"High Priest...?!"

Hearing the high priest's last words, Tuoba Aofeng's face changed in a terrifying manner.

However, Tuoba Aofeng did not wait for the high priest's response. He only saw the high priest walking towards the high priest's holy throne, walking down step by step, walking past him, and walking out of the camp.

"High Priest!"

The Holy Guards guarding outside the camp saw the high priest coming out and saluted them together.

"Wait, follow me!"

The high priest looked at the holy guards who were kneeling in the snow and spoke in a deep voice.

The Holy Guards stood up, turned silently, and followed the high priest forward, moving forward in the wind and snow. The target was the Dragon City in front of them, blocked by flames.

The turbulent oil tank projected by Longcheng ignited the ground, and the raging fire was still burning.

There is a disgusting smell of burnt meat spreading in the air.

This is the body of the Northern Barbarian warrior who fell to the fire burning!

The high priest approached the burning sea of ​​fire, suddenly raised the golden scepter in his hand, and stabbed it to the ground.

In an instant, the earth was trembling.

The burning sea of ​​fire was completely extinguished at this moment, and only the curling smoke of smoke rose.

Tuoba Aofeng followed behind and saw this scene inexplicably trembled.

He didn't know what method this was.

But he could feel that if the high priest could use this method on the battlefield, they would definitely win in one battle and directly take down Dragon City.

So Tuoba Aofeng didn't understand.

Why would the high priest rather let them surrender to the Tang people than use such magical means?

However, Tuoba Aofeng did not have the courage to ask questions.

At this moment, countless Northern Barbarians followed the high priests and holy guards and advanced towards Longcheng.

When the brigade of Northern Barbarians approached the attack range of the Eight Cow Crossbow in Longcheng, the high priest stopped.

"You guys are all here, wait for me!"

No one dared to disobey the high priest's decree.

The crowd stopped.

The high priest slowly raised the golden scepter in his hand.

In an instant, the golden scepter released a golden light, and the light rushed into the sky, like a sharp blade, tearing apart the clouds all over the sky, allowing the sun to shine on the earth again.

...

On the walls of Longcheng, Mr. Xu and others saw this miraculous scene.

The sun shone from the sky and enveloped the high priest, making him feel as if he was wearing golden holy armor.

"Mr. Marquis, do you want to attack?"

The personal guards guarding Mr. Xu were a little nervous.

The scene in front of us is definitely not something that humans can do.

The sea of ​​fire that was burning not long ago went out in an instant.

The golden light cut the sky, wiped out the clouds that filled the sky, and dispelled the great wind and snow that ravaged the world.

Such a method is really a miracle!

"Don't be anxious!"

Mr. Xu naturally saw the high priest's method and was extremely shocked.

The methods of the high priest of the Northern Barbarians are no longer something that secular powers can do. Even the fate of the disaster that is claimed to be able to change one's destiny is not able to do this.

This is simply a magical method.

Mr. Xu was also a little nervous at this time.

If the high priest of the Northern Barbarians personally attacked the city, then this Dragon City would definitely be irresistible!

Now, the members of the Northern Barbarian tribe are within the range of the catapult. Mr. Xu believes that the Northern Barbarian High Priest knows this, but he did not disperse the crowd, which shows that the other party is deliberately doing it.

In other words, the high priest of the Northern Barbarians who were walking towards Longcheng used the Northern Barbarians as hostages to send a signal to him.

This signal is that the high priest of the Northern Barbarians wants to talk to him!

"Open the city gate!"

Realizing this, Mr. Xu immediately opened the gate of Longcheng, and he rode on a yellow horse, with two guns on his back, and rushed out of Longcheng alone, and rushed towards the direction of the Northern Barbarian High Priest.

This is a king-to-king meeting!

At least, Mr. Xu wants to come now, that's how it is.

The yellow horse is a famous horse with a fast speed.

Mr. Xu soon met with the High Priest of the Northern Man.

"Xu Huaiyi, I have met the high priest of the Northern Barbarians!"

Although Mr. Xu hated the Beiman very much, he did not dare to be rude in the face of a mysterious existence like the Beiman High Priest.

The high priest of the Northern Barbarians looked at Mr. Xu who jumped off his horse and gently inserted the golden scepter in his hand into the ground.

Then, he took off the golden mask from his face.

The moment the Beiman High Priest took off his mask, Old Master Xu saw the face opposite and subconsciously shouted: "Mom!"

"No, it's impossible!"

Mr. Xu shook his figure and took two steps back, his eyes widened, and he stared at the high priest of the Northern Barbarian who showed his true face.

"Brother Bao, what's impossible?"

The voice of the Northern Barbarian High Priest was no longer crisp, but was a little softer.

Mr. Xu became even more angry when he heard this voice!

He suddenly withdrew the two guns on his back, with a stick in his left hand and a right hand gun, and glared at the high priest of the Northern Barbarians.

"What kind of monster are you?"

"You received the letter I left in my private home?"

The high priest of the Northern Barbarians ignored Mr. Xu's horror and spoke.

"you,……?!"

Mr. Xu is completely stupid now.

But, how is this possible?

He watched his mother die with his own eyes, although his mother's body disappeared later. However, after so many years, he was about to grow old, but why didn't he change at all?

This is impossible!

But if everything in front of him is fake, what do you say about her mother leaving him a letter?
Chapter completed!