Goguryeo's King Micheon was a target on Zhang Shougui's list of must-kill targets in Youzhou. Many wars had been thwarted by this "King Micheon".
Unlike the other kings, King Micheon had four sabers on him, but when facing an enemy, he would only use one. In battle, he would use two, or at least three … Up until now, no one had been able to force him to use all three sabers.
King Micheon was cruel and bloodthirsty, completely different from the spy king King Sosurim who liked to conceal himself.
On the intense battlefield, he was the craziest of machines. The more he killed, the stronger he became, and the more immersed he became. It was said that he had another hobby, which was to use human blood to brew fine wine and gulp it down.
Moreover, King Micheon never cared about the life or death of his own people!
He only enjoyed one thing: fierce and frenzied battles, and the thick stench of death on the battlefield. The 'Chuan' in King Micheon 'did not refer to a river, but to the unbridled flood of blood.
In the war of the southwest, more than four hundred thousand Mengshe – Ü-Tsang soldiers had died, and more than one hundred thousand Tang Dynasty soldiers had died …
King Micheon had heard of this matter, so he had taken the initiative to invite Chi into the interior of the Tang Dynasty to personally investigate the southwest battlefield.
"… Moreover, who says that I haven't investigated His Majesty's request?"
King Micheon closed his eyes and raised his nose in an intoxicated manner, sniffing the air. Suddenly, he leaped into the air like a ghost. In the next moment, he had already appeared at the peak of the mountain, in the southeast position.
"Hahaha, what a thick stench of blood! I've only smelled one person on the entire battlefield. This was a slaughter to my heart's content! How many people did this one person kill? Five thousand, six thousand, no, eleven thousand and eighty-seven! Truly formidable! "
King Micheon raised his head and madly laughed.
If Wang Chong were here, he would assuredly be stunned. Because the place King Micheon was talking about was precisely where the southeast line had been broken, where he had single-handedly killed more than ten thousand Mengshe – Ü-Tsang soldiers.
The battle was already over, and even the corpses had been buried.
But King Micheon had only taken a sniff to know the true number of people Wang Chong had killed. Perhaps even Wang Chong himself didn't know this.
"My Lord, do you mean that someone killed 10,000 people here?"
A figure flew over from behind and landed beside King Micheon. He looked around at the empty surroundings with an alarmed expression.
"Hahaha, this is a kindred spirit! Unbelievable stamina and unbelievable inner strength! There's also an unbelievable battle intent and killing intent! "
King Micheon ignored the guards behind him, his voice growing more and more excited.
"That's right, I also smell a very unique smell of blood. It's restless, like the blood of burning flames …"
With these last words, King Micheon seemed to come to his senses, but soon, an even more playful smile appeared on his face.
"I heard that the Wang clan in the capital of the Tang dynasty has a tradition of Berserker Syndrome. When the Berserker Syndrome flared up, his blood would boil and he would go berserk, unable to differentiate between friend and foe. Is this Berserker Syndrome? "
King Micheon was getting even more excited.
"I didn't think that I would have the fortune to smell the blood of a Berserker Syndrome martial artist. What a beautiful description! This is the true blood of slaughter! His stamina is so long that he can kill ten thousand people! How wonderful would it be if I could obtain this bloodline! "
"But it's rumored that the Berserker Syndrome is passed down from generation to generation, and there is only one person in each generation. The successor of this generation of the Wang Clan is called Wang Bei, and he is currently imprisoned in the imperial prison. How could someone with the Berserker Syndrome appear here? "
King Micheon's smile faded and he narrowed his eyes pensively. After a few moments, he suddenly understood and began to chuckle.
"Tulin, you're in for a treat this time. Send word to His Majesty that we've discovered that the youngest son of the Wang Clan also has the Berserker Syndrome. Two people with the Berserker Syndrome have appeared in one generation. Interesting, interesting! "
Behind him, the Goguryeon warrior called Tulin was dumbfounded. King Micheon's voice continued to echo in his ears.
"However, the Berserker Syndrome is said to be able to warp a person's will, making it impossible to distinguish between friend and foe. This youngest son of the Wang Clan seems to be constantly killing, but the ones he's killing are Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan's men. This kind of control is truly astonishing!"
As the saying went, the slightest error could lead to a great disparity. Although the Berserker Syndrome was powerful and could greatly enhance a martial artist's strength, once it went out of control, the ones who would die under Wang Chong's sword in the war of the southwest would be the ten thousand Annam Protectorate warriors.
The sword could kill, but it could also harm oneself.
But throughout the entire campaign, King Micheon had not smelled the blood of any Annam Protectorate warrior. This level of control was not something anyone could achieve.
"What a troublesome character!"
King Micheon muttered to himself, his pupils constricting. For the first time, a troubled look appeared in his eyes.
"How infuriating! He can clearly kill people like scything flax, so why control him? "
Undisguised envy appeared on King Micheon's face. If he had such a powerful bloodline ability, it would be a match made in heaven.
Alas, this brat clearly had such a powerful strength, but he still insisted on controlling it. This made King Micheon, who loved to kill, extremely unhappy.
"Buzz!"
As he was speaking, his mind suddenly trembled as a powerful energy appeared in King Micheon's senses. King Micheon's voice came to a halt as he turned to the corner of the mountain where he had sensed the source of the energy.
At the foot of the mountain, not far away, there were a few figures dressed in black, looking like merchants. They had their heads down and were looking at something on the ground.
The leader of this group also sensed something and raised his head to glance in King Micheon's direction. Their gazes clashed in the air, and then, as if they had been electrocuted, they both drew back their gazes as if nothing had happened.
"Hmph, it seems like the Turks have also come."
King Micheon coldly sneered. Although he was very far away, the moment that person raised his head, he had immediately noticed that high nose bridge.
Although the terrain of Youzhou to the northeast of the Tang Dynasty was complex, with the Eastern Turks, the Khitans, the Xi, the Tang Dynasty, and Goguryeo all tangled together. From a certain perspective, the Goguryeo Empire and the other three powers besides the Tang Dynasty were natural allies. But in private, all of them looked down on each other.
King Micheon was no exception.
"Your Highness, should we greet them?"
The Goguryeon warrior called Tulin asked.
"Hmph, what need is there to greet them? And besides, do you think you can fight them?"
King Micheon stood at the summit of the mountain, taking in all the surrounding scenery. As far as the eye could see, there was far more than a single faction around the Mountain of God.
The Hu, the Goguryeons, the Turks, the people of the Western Regions, the Arabs, the Charax Spasinu … all sorts of people, disguised as people of all sorts, were gathering here.
In the war of the southwest, two hundred thousand Tang soldiers had fought against five hundred thousand soldiers of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army. They had first lost and then won, killing more than four hundred thousand soldiers. This war had not only altered the structure of the southwest, it had also altered the relationship between the Tang Dynasty and all the surrounding factions.
Upon hearing the news of the defeat of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army, all the restless factions around the Tang Dynasty began to retreat, fleeing far away.
To Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan, this war was a lost opportunity to occupy the southwest of the Tang Dynasty. And to the other factions around the Tang Dynasty, they had lost an excellent opportunity to join hands and pry open the Tang Dynasty's supremacy that had lasted for centuries.
A centipede could die, but it would not fall. Although the Tang Dynasty had declined and was no longer what it had been, the edge displayed by its army was still as fierce and terrifying as ever.
… …
"Lord Yabgu, it's the Goguryeons."
At the base of the mountain, a Turkic merchant whispered.
"It's King Micheon."
The Turkic leader was half-kneeling on the ground as he scanned his surroundings.
The Eastern Turks shared a border with Goguryeo and the Tang Dynasty, and they often interacted with each other. King Micheon was famous for his frenzied slaughter, and his aura could be clearly recognized even from several li away.
It was useless to disguise himself.
Moreover, the Goguryeons' twin sabers and tri-sabers were extremely easy to recognize. Wrapped in white cloth, they were all the more conspicuous to people outside the Tang Dynasty.
"Don't worry about them. Time is limited. Once too many people gather, they'll quickly attract the attention of the Tang Dynasty."
The Turkic leader said.
It was very difficult to imagine that a simple scouting mission would require the Eastern Turks to dispatch a Yabgu, but this matter was far too important to the Eastern Turks.
The Tang Dynasty had actually produced a supreme commander who could fight one against two, win against many while simultaneously defeating Dalun Ruozan and Duan Gequan. Ordinary scouts and spies would never be able to see through such an important matter. Only those with vast experience and intelligence on the battlefield would be able to see some clues.
And there was another important matter. Just how had the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army lost in the war of the southwest? Even now, none of the factions bordering the Tang Dynasty, including the Eastern and Western Turks, had been able to figure this out.
Dalun Ruozan, Huoshu Huizang, and Duan Gequan were all famed generals of the present age. With these three leading the army and possessing an absolute advantage in numbers, they should have never lost.
This matter was like a riddle that deeply haunted the minds of everyone. This was also why the factions bordering the Tang Dynasty had chosen to send people to investigate more than a month after the conclusion of the war.
"Let's go!"
The black-robed Yabgu quickly stood up and led his men in a different direction. After around half an incense stick of time, the Eastern Turks had explored the entire mountain range and finally stopped in front of a massive pit.
"This is where Mengshe Zhao Emperor Gelofeng was heavily injured …"
The Yabgu knelt by the edge of the hole, touched the edge of the hole, and then raised his head to look around.
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