Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 161: Poor mountains and rivers bring out unruly people

On the ice field, the cold wind was as sharp as a knife, and an escort team was struggling to move forward in the vast sky and earth.

Looking out, the icy plains stretch endlessly, thick snow blanketing the ground, reflecting the dim light of the sky. Occasional patches of exposed frozen soil and sharp ice spikes appear desolate and dead. In the distance, the mountain range looms, like a giant beast crouching at the edge of the world.

The wind and snow were howling, and there was only a vast expanse between heaven and earth. The escort team was like a thin black line, slowly crawling on the snowfield, leaving long trails of blood and footprints behind it, but it was soon buried by the merciless wind and snow.

In the team, the remaining captives from various tribes had their hands and feet tied with ropes and were staggering.

Their figures were hunched, some wrapped in tattered animal skins, some with only a piece of wool left, their skin blue with cold, covered in blood and frostbite. The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and a biting cold, and low moans and disordered footsteps intertwined, revealing endless despair.

Behind him, the northern alien cavalry, armed with scimitars and longbows, drove the troops, their horses breathing hot air, and growling ice wolves roamed behind them, their fangs flashing coldly in the snow.

The dull thud of horse hooves on the snow mixed with the sound of the wind, blowing into the ears of the two people who followed.

The young girl, Chen Duo, stood beside Mo Yu, her gray clothes stained white by the wind and snow. She gazed at the tragic scene in the distance, but her emerald eyes remained calm. She tilted her head and looked at Mo Yu: "Are you trying to save someone?"

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes, glanced at the team, and said casually: "I am here to kill people. We will have to wait and see whether we can save them or not."

In the world of Zelda: Zelda: The Sisterhood, he belongs to the Rorowu, a small border tribe similar to the Barutus, from which Esdeath came. While nominally citizens of the Empire, they live a nomadic existence.

They were similar to the naturalized Hu people on the border of the Han Dynasty, living a fence-sitter life.

Normally, this kind of identity is still very popular. It allows one to trade with the empire in exchange for industrial products of agricultural civilization, and also to hunt with the foreign tribes in the north and make huge profits from the empire's goods.

But once the two sides go to war, the first to die will be these fence-sitters!
Prince Numa Sekhar, the 'Brave of the North' who had given Esdeath hundreds of thousands of victories, had already begun to emerge at this point in time. He was ambitious and intended to unify the northern tribes and achieve the position of 'Great Khan'.

His first action was to lead the team to defeat this group of fence-sitters.

On the one hand, it forced the nomadic tribes in the north to choose sides, eliminate pro-imperial forces, and consolidate its own foundation; on the other hand, it smashed open these "piggy banks" that had been kept for decades.

These tribes were fat and strong, and had abundant supplies. Plundering them could not only allow the troops to shed blood, boost morale and combat effectiveness, but also allow him to harvest livestock, animal skins and weapons, thus building his reputation.

Now, rumors of Prince Numa's "unbeatable wielding of a spear" and "terrifying situation and strategy" have spread across the ice.

Once he leads a large army to capture an imperial fortress, it will only be a matter of time before millions of people are on the scene.

The escort team in front of him was part of his expansion of power.

Captives from the Luoluowu and other tribes were taken to the great tent as trophies and symbols of deterrence.

There is nothing wrong with this operation. Plundering, intimidation, forcing people to take sides, the process is smooth and can be regarded as a textbook style of play for the northern alien races.

The problem is that his subordinate Zahar accidentally killed his sister Mo Yu.
In the distance, in the wind and snow, Zahar squinted and vaguely saw a black dot appear in the snow in front of him.

The black spot gradually became clearer, resembling a human figure, standing alone in the middle of the ice field, blocking the way. He frowned and muttered softly, "Where did this madman come from? How dare he block my way?"

With a wave of his hand, a dozen rangers received the order, holding longbows and driving their horses to rush forward.

The horse's hooves kicked up the snow mist, the bowstring was taut, and the arrow flew through the air, aiming directly at the isolated figure.

What was strange was that the arrows were blown off course by the sudden strong wind. More than a dozen bows fired three rounds in a row, but not a single arrow hit Mo Yu.

As the distance closed, the rangers at the front dropped their bows, swapped scimitars for bows, and charged forward. The two scimitars, driven by the momentum of their horses, crossed and slashed, their killing intent awe-inspiring.

Mo Yu raised a one-meter-long brass horn shield on his left arm, "clang!" The sound of metal clashing rang out, and the two scimitars broke and fragments flew everywhere.

The Hu cavalryman's pupils suddenly shrank, and he exclaimed, "How is this possible? This is a precious iron sword awarded by the leader!"

Mo Yu's face remained expressionless as he kicked it away, the crack of bone clearly audible in the wind. Though still a work in progress, this was the embryonic form of a divine weapon that Qin Shi had painstakingly crafted, said to possess the characteristic of 'indestructibility'.

If he couldn't even break a fine iron scimitar, he would have to consider whether that guy was fooling him.

He tapped the warhorse's back with his toes, and his body was as light as a feather. Before the warhorse noticed, Mo Yu had already used the force to rush out.

The brass horn shield was like a heavy hammer, flashing with his figure, bringing with it bursts of gusts of wind. A dozen Hu cavalrymen were caught off guard and were smashed into a bloody mess. Broken limbs and arms were scattered on the snow, a shattering mixture of scarlet and white, a shocking sight.

He stepped firmly on the back of the last warhorse, and the remaining soul was pulled out of the corpse, turning into balls of black qi, which flowed into the body of the warhorse under his feet.

The warhorse neighed, its eyes gleaming with a faint light, and it launched a charge towards the remaining group of more than 300 riders.

"What? Who is this guy?" Zahar's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was filled with shock and anger.

He never expected that a squad of elite cavalry under his command would be wiped out by one person in the blink of an eye!
At the same time, there was a commotion at the rear of the team.

An old Luoluowu warrior, his leg broken, tied to a horse and dragged for countless miles, long forgotten, suddenly opened his eyes. The three-finger-thick hemp rope, which had been deliberately rubbed by him during the drag, had already broken in half. With a mighty struggle, he broke the wrist rope.

His leg was broken and bloody, but he managed to stand up and punched the cavalryman beside him. The cavalryman was caught off guard and hit in the chin, tumbling off his horse, blood splattering on the snow.

He leaned over and grabbed a scattered bone spear, roared and stabbed the other man. The tip of the spear cut through the leather armor, blood spurted out, and a dazzling red flower bloomed on the snow.

"Warriors of the Luoluowu tribe, follow me and kill them!" The old man's hoarse voice revealed a sense of weakness, but the indomitable fighting spirit contained in his words could be felt by all the Luoluowu people among the captives.

Several bound Luoluowu people in the group erupted in unrest the moment the old man erupted. One strong man slammed into the guard, and another, in coordination, kicked him to the ground. A disheveled female captive lunged forward, kneeing the guard's arms and biting his throat with her teeth like a wolf. Blood splattered all over her face, but she refused to let go.

A young hunter from the Luoluo tribe named Tar, seeing a thin girl next to him about to be trampled by a horse's hooves, rushed towards the Huqi scimitar, broke free from the rope at the cost of his left hand, turned around and carried the girl away from danger, his blood staining the snow red.

"Hahaha, that old Luoluowu guy is still so tough! He's not dead yet!" A strong man from another tribe laughed wildly and struggled. "Warriors of the Saltus tribe, if you can still move, charge with me!" He kicked the cavalryman next to him, snatched up his scimitar, swung it, cut the ropes, and rushed towards the enemy with several of his own people. As the saying goes, poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people.

In this damn place in the North, it snows half of the year, and the lowest temperature can reach below minus forty degrees Celsius!

Extra-high-risk species are entrenched in the mountains, and there are countless level one, two, and three dangerous species. There are even rumors of super-risky species that can be called mobile disasters.

Those who can survive in this wild land, regardless of gender, are all the most powerful warriors.

If Zahar, that bastard, hadn't attacked suddenly without warning, the major tribes would not have been prepared. Even if they didn't know how they tamed the giant wolves, the major tribes would not have been defeated so easily.

Now that they see the opportunity, these reckless people should rush in and go all in like explosives ignited by a flame!

As for whether you can win? Haha, why worry so much, just do it!

Chaos instantly spread throughout the team.

Zahar's rage was flaming, and he roared, "You bastards! You dare to resist?!" He waved his hand and commanded, "Release the wolves! Bows and arrows! Crush them!"

Dozens of giant wolves roared and pounced, their fangs flashing coldly. The cavalry drew their bows and shot arrows like rain at the rioting captives.

Several tribal warriors were shot through the chest and fell in the snow. Their blood quickly froze, but some warriors still charged forward, stepping on the corpses of their companions and roaring incessantly.

Before the second round of arrows rained down, Mo Yu had already charged into the enemy formation on his puppet warhorse. Once he was closer, he tiptoed off the horse's back, his figure transforming into a stunning streak in the air.

The brass horn shield swept across, blood and flesh flying everywhere. A spear thrust forward, but he broke it with his backhand and pierced the spearman's chest. A giant wolf pounced, and he smashed it with his shield, denting the wolf's head and causing it to fall to the ground howling.

The smell of blood filled the air, stimulating the wild beast hidden in his heart to raise its head and roar.

Zahar charged forward, scimitar in hand, while several guards beside him unleashed a barrage of arrows. Mo Yu blocked with his shield, and with a few clangs, the arrows broke apart. Zahar seized the opportunity to swing his sword, the blade piercing the wind as it sliced ​​through Mo Yu's side.

Unexpectedly, he didn't dodge or evade, but stretched out his right hand and grabbed the blade with his bare hands. "Clang!" The sound of metal clashing, the blade trembled violently in his palm, but it failed to cut into him at all!
"Who the hell are you, you monster?!" Zahar's pupils shrank. He lashed out with his scimitar, but Mo Yu held it tightly. He twisted it back, and the blade shattered, sending fragments flying.

"The one who'll take your life." Mo Yu chuckled, swinging his brass horn shield and smashing it against Zahar's chest. He quickly raised his arm to block, but with a crack, his arm fractured and he was thrown off his horse, falling to the snow and spitting blood.

Mo Yu raised his eyebrows. Although he only used pure brute force, he was able to withstand his blow without dying. This man was already at the level of a second-rate fighter. He was worthy of being a fierce general under Numa Seka.

Several giant wolves were driven forward, roaring and their fangs flashing coldly.

Mo Yu dodged to the side, the edge of his shield slashing across the wolf's neck like a knife. Blood spurted out like a column, the stench choking the nostrils. He kept moving forward, closing in on Zahar.

The latter struggled to stand up, his right arm hanging down, and he raised his left arm to try to resist, but was stepped down by Mo Yu. "Bang!" The sound of broken flesh and bones was crisp and sharp, and a big hole was stepped on his left arm and chest. His internal organs and blood gushed out, staining the snow red.

Zahar's eyes widened, blood gushed out of the hole in his chest, his breath stopped suddenly, and he died with his eyes open.

With the death of their leader, the originally disorderly but unbroken Hu cavalry battle formation suffered a fatal flaw, and their morale plummeted to the bottom.

Mo Yu stood in a pool of blood, his brass horn shield dripping with blood, his cold eyes swept across the chaotic enemy formation. The puppet warhorse rushed forward, kicked a giant wolf to death with one hoof, and rushed in front of him.

Among the captives, a Luoluo Wu warrior slashed down a man with his sword. He looked up at Mo Yu, froze in his tracks, and exclaimed, "Mo Yu? You're not dead?"

The warrior's name was Buck, a hunter from the Luoluo tribe. He witnessed Mo Yu being killed by a giant wolf.

And this image is totally wrong.

Although Zhan Mei Mo Yu was able to survive in such a harsh environment in the North, he must have some strength, but not much.

But this guy relied on his clever words and good calligraphy to charm many border girls who were loyal to the empire. He could be called the "love saint" of the Luoluo tribe. He deserved to die!
Although he was sad and angry when his sister Mo Yu really died.

But precisely because of this, the scene before him shocked him beyond words. A person he had witnessed tragically die was standing before him alive again, seemingly unharmed.

What made Buck's brain freeze even more was this 'weakling' person in his impression.

He had just completed a solo charge that even the strongest warrior in the tribe could not do. He crushed Zahar, swept the Hu cavalry with his shield, and killed them so that blood flowed like a river. He was like a god of war descending to the earth!

"Mo Yu... Are you Mo Yu?" Another female Luoluo Wu warrior stepped forward, guarding the girl. Her voice trembled, her eyes filled with both doubt and anticipation. Her clothes were ragged, her face bloodstained, but she clutched her scimitar tightly, protecting the frail girl behind her.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm back."

Mo Yu mounted his horse and swept his gaze across the battlefield. The remnants of the corpses flew out, transforming into streams of black energy that flowed into the brass horn shield. The shield surface glowed faintly, revealing a strange aura, as if it were alive.

He jumped on his horse, looked at the Luoluo Wu man, chuckled and asked, "Can you still fight?"

"Of course I can fight!" Buck patted his chest almost subconsciously, his voice loud and clear.

What was that cold, dark energy? Why had Mo Yu returned from the dead? But as he followed Mo Yu into the fiercest battle, all distracting thoughts vanished from his mind, leaving only one thing: fight!

Mo Yu took the lead, holding a spear that he had taken from somewhere, and pushed forward all the way, breaking those who blocked his way and subduing those who were attacked!

Captured warriors of all races followed him, whether they were Hu cavalry or giant wolves.

Under Mo Yu's lead charge, they became extremely weak and were swept away like grass without using any strength.

(End of this chapter)