The weather was not good. It had been raining ever since Ji Hao left Pu Ban City.
Ji Hao bought all the materials he needed in Pu Ban City. He didn't stay in Pu Ban City for long. He left a group of people to take care of the Fine Jade Snow Palace, then took the warriors and people he bought and stepped on the road to Yao Mountain.
When Ji Hao left, Si Wen Ming and the others all came to see him off. They even held a lively ceremony to worship the world and pray for good fortune.
Ji Hao sensed the passion and sincerity of Si Wen Ming and the others, but he also sensed a deep malice from those people. Therefore, on the way, Ji Hao had ordered his people to be extra vigilant, and he himself had prepared for any unexpected situations.
The rain had been pouring down, and the fertile soil had become sticky and slippery. Fully loaded carts rolled across the ground, leaving foot-deep tracks on the ground. The single-horned bulls that had been pulling the carts had been gasping quickly for air, with hot air puffing out of their nostrils.
The huge troop was over ten miles apart, and the front and the back of the troop couldn't be seen.
Large groups of livestock let out deep and resonant roars while moving slowly in the rain. Every group of livestock had been specially assigned people to take care of them. Young and strong men had been riding on mounts, holding long poles and happily whistling to restrain those animals.
Carts were filled with food and supplies. Many children had been squeezing on the tall piles of supplies, covering their bodies with furs. Their bodies had been swaying along with the moving of the carts, seeming to fall asleep in the wet rain.
Young and strong women in the troop had been rushing back and forth with their tamed battle beasts. They had been yelling at those boys, telling them to follow up with the troop, in case anyone fell behind at any time. From time to time, they had to check if the supplies on those carts were properly tied up, and they had to be extra careful in case those kids would fall off the carts.
Over ten miles away, a pack of wild wolves suddenly surged out of the tall grasses, bared their sharp teeth and pounced on the few carts that were closest to them.
However, when those wolves were still tens of meters away from the troop, shrill arrow swished across the air. Hundreds of arrows swished over along with a fierce coldness, penetrating the eyeballs of those wolves and deeply piercing into their heads.
A troop of dark-skinned dark-kind slave warriors galloped over. They laughed out loud, grabbed the dead wolves, and put them on the chariot orderly. Hundreds of wild wolves, another large amount of food.
Muffled footsteps could be heard. A troop of heavily armored warriors quickly walked over with long spears carried in their hands. They moved as fast as a gust of wind. Within a blink of an eye, they had patrolled through the troop from the back to the front. After reporting to the commander in the front of the troop, this troop of elite armored warriors walked back quickly, patrolling towards the back of the troop.
High-quality heavy armors and long spears produced by Xiu Clan master craftsmen sparkled with a cold light. From time to time, tiny spell symbols sparkled on the armors and weapons, flashing across like lightning bolts. Anyone with good eyesight would know that only elite Senior Magi were able to use these top-grade weapons.
Tens of miles away, a group of nomadic warriors hiding in the long grass shook their heads sulkily.
Ji of Hao was Rain. Ji. Ji Ji. miles away from a Ji, he a a Hao had a said in a, in, but he a a Du in the Clan had a mountain.
In the middle of the troop, Ji Hao sat on the roof of a large chariot, which was pulled by over thirty elephant-dragon beasts, letting the rain pour on his body.
The chariot was enormous, nearly thirty meters long and ten meters wide. Ji Hao was the only one sitting on the smooth roof. His hands were locked together, and he had been practicing all kinds of secret magic taught by Po.
It had been nearly a month since they left Pu Ban City. But at this speed, it would take them at least seven months to reach Yao Mountain. This kind of thing couldn't be rushed. If Ji Hao were alone, he would ride on Mr. Crow and arrive in half a day tops.
But now, he wasn't alone. The migratory troop extended for hundreds of miles, and he was the core of this troop. He was the spiritual leader of those slaves, who were still unsettled. With him in the team, everyone felt at ease. Everyone's work efficiency and travel speed would increase by a lot.
If he wasn't in the troop, this migratory troop would immediately turn into a pile of loose sand. Perhaps, a big half of the people would be lost before they even reached Yao Mountain.
Therefore, although the journey was long and the weather wasn't good, Ji Hao still stayed in the troop. He gave up the warm and dry carriage and sat on the roof on purpose. From time to time, he would take a walk around the troop, letting all his people see him.
Muffled footsteps could be heard. Zhamu and a troop of slave warriors mounted on a battle beast rushed over.
Gasping for air, Zhamu bowed to Ji Hao and said, "Dear Master, some people have been watching us from afar these days. Do you need your loyal servants to go kill them all?"
Ji Hao stood up. The roof of the chariot was around six meters high from the ground. He looked into the distance. Through the dense watery mist, Ji Hao saw some homeless people with simple clothes, looking around. Ji Hao released his spirit power and scanned across the bodies of these people. He found not many powerful ones among them, so he slightly shook his head.
"As long as they don't provoke us, just ignore them. Warn your warriors, without my order, they are not allowed to kill any human being. " Ji Hao lowered his head and looked at Zhamu, once again warning him and those dark-kind commanders behind him, "Remember, the life of a human being will be paid for with the lives of a hundred of yours. I can give you rewards, but I can also give you death! "
Zhamu and the group of dark-kind commanders bowed deeply to Ji Hao, not even daring to breathe too loudly. After that, they rode their mounts and rushed around even more diligently, loudly scolding their dark-kind slave warriors under their commands, guarding the entire troop tightly.
At the front of the troop, Feng Xing was riding on a dragon-horse, which had scales on its back. He was leading a troop of light cavalries, scouting in the front.
"Stop!"
Leading the troop, Feng Xing led the troop to the front for tens of miles. Then, he stopped the horse and gently patted its neck, which was still steaming hot. Turning around, Feng Xing looked at the troop, which was slowly moving forward like an enormous beast in the rain, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, be careful. This is our troop, we can't make any mistake!"
Speaking of 'our troop', even Feng Xing's face had faintly glowed with a faint red light.
Ji Hao was his friend, and Yao Mountain was Ji Hao's territory. Ji Hao was conferred as Earl Yao, and Feng Xing had a share of the credit. Strangely, Feng Xing now had a sense of belonging to Yao Mountain.
Somehow, Feng Xing felt that Yao Mountain, which he had never seen before, actually gave him a feeling of 'home'.
Feng Xing pressed his hand on the longbow and laughed self-mockingly. His face even blushed a bit. 'I'm not a kid anymore, how can I have such a fragile thought?
Hmm, for things like 'home', wherever I go, isn't that place my home? '
Abruptly, a series of rapid footsteps came from the front. Feng Xing hurriedly raised his head. Miles away, in the rain, over ten men and women had been fleeing in panic.
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