In a daze, Yang Xuan felt as if he had fallen into a river, the surging water pushing him forward.
Yang Xuan tried to resist, but his body was completely empty. He didn't have the slightest bit of strength left, and was completely powerless.
He turned his neck, trying to find Helim who had fallen into the river with him, but there was only a vast expanse of mist around him. He could not see Helim at all.
Could it be that he had not pulled her in?
Yang Xuan thought.
His body became stiffer and stiffer, and his thoughts slowed. Darkness gradually attacked his mind. Soon, surrounded by the roaring river, Yang Xuan lost all will and fell into the darkness.
… …
At a certain time, Yang Xuan suddenly woke up.
The fragrance of the earth seeped into his heart and refreshed his mind.
The soft, carpet-like grass around him swayed in the breeze. The morning dew reflected the morning sun, releasing a colorful light.
Yang Xuan sat up in a daze, discovering that he was in a vast grassland that stretched as far as the eye could see. All he could see was green.
At the end of the horizon was a mountain range hidden in the fog. It was shaped like a wild horse galloping.
Nearby, a herd of untended sheep was leisurely enjoying the taste of the grass. They would occasionally look up at Yang Xuan.
Woof woof!
The sound of a dog barking woke him up. The shepherd dog lying on the ground shot out like lightning, chasing back a lamb that was about to leave the flock. It then ran over to Yang Xuan's side and licked his hand as if it was asking for credit.
Yang Xuan saw that his hand had become rough. The skin on his arm was red from being blown by the grassland wind.
His sheepskin jacket was a little worn out, and there were large holes in some places.
He had actually become a shepherd?
Yang Xuan stood up in a daze. The shepherd dog barked excitedly. Without needing Yang Xuan to give the order, it rushed out to chase the sheep.
The flock of sheep began to move, moving in a certain direction with ease.
Yang Xuan looked in the direction they were heading. Only then did he see a stretch of tents at the end of his line of sight.
What's going on?
Didn't he drag Helim into the passage of time? Why did he suddenly appear on the grassland?
Woof woof!
The dog stopped and seemed to be calling him.
Yang Xuan couldn't help but call out the dog's name: Bart.
Woof woof woof!
Bart seemed to be responding to him, but he didn't come over and continued working.
Yang Xuan shook his head, as if trying to shake off his confusion.
After that, he followed her.
The tent was getting closer and closer.
Yang Xuan could already see the herdsmen moving about outside the tent, as well as the smell of barbecued meat.
Under the pursuit of the shepherd dog, the sheep automatically entered the sheepfold.
Someone greeted Yang Xuan, "Ah Mu 'er, come and help!"
Yang Xuan took a look and saw that it was a herdsman who was moving things. He called out to Yang Xuan for help.
Ah Mu 'er?
Yang Xuan had a strange feeling in his heart.
"Come and help. What are you waiting for?" The herdsman scolded jokingly.
Yang Xuan couldn't help but agree. He walked over and helped the herdsman lift the things and put them on the carriage.
"The news came from afar. The bandits are nearby again. After this meal, we will continue the migration." There was a trace of sadness and hatred in the herdsman's eyes.
Yang Xuan didn't understand. Just as he was about to ask, someone shouted, "Ah Mu 'er, come quickly. Your horse has given birth."
Yang Xuan was shocked. He didn't know where the joy came from, but he quickly ran over to take a look.
Sure enough, a batch of maroon horses were lying on the ground. A sticky pure-white foal had just been born.
"Haha!" Our Ah Mu 'er has a horse to ride. The people around him laughed and cheered.
Yang Xuan couldn't help but laugh. The joy that emerged from the deepest part of his heart couldn't be suppressed.
Vaguely, he seemed to feel that something was dissolving in his body. It was fusing into his body at a leisurely pace.
Time passed. Yang Xuan's foal grew into a handsome horse. Yang Xuan also grew from a youth to a strong young man.
His appetite was astonishing, but at the same time, his strength was also astonishing. He was called the Herdsman by the herdsman and gradually became the leader of the herdsman.
In the distant horizon, a horse was running wildly towards him. The rider on the horse had collapsed on the horse's back, as though he had exhausted all his strength.
Yang Xuan had a bad feeling.
"Go, go, the demons are coming."
The rider on the horse shouted crazily from afar. His voice traveled very far.
The entire camp shook. Everyone panicked. They packed up their things as quickly as possible and put them on the carriages, preparing to move again.
Over the years, Yang Xuan had experienced such migrations many times, but the bandits known as demons had always lagged behind them.
"Ah Mu 'er, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and get everyone to pack up and leave," an old herdsman shouted.
Yang Xuan was silent for a moment. His gaze drifted into the distance. He said slowly, "It's too late!"
Whoosh!
An arrow flew from far away and pierced into the back of the knight who came to report the news. Even his horse was pierced by the arrow and fell to the ground, whining in pain.
The earth-shattering sound of horse hooves could be heard. In the horizon, a dark cloud was rushing towards them.
The earth shook. The old herdsman was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He shouted, "Quick, quick, get into a defensive formation!"
Everyone scrambled to use the carriages and miscellaneous items to build a defensive formation. Everyone's faces were pale and bloodless.
The dark cloud was getting closer, even closer!
Yang Xuan could already see the murderous intent on the bandits' faces.
He slowly pulled out his curved sword and pointed it at the demons.
Battle cries filled the air as a rider dressed in black clothes and riding a black horse suddenly charged out of the dark clouds, his scimitar flashing with a cold light as he aimed it at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan trembled.
The image that had been buried in the depths of his memory for a long time suddenly rushed into his mind, causing his head to hurt.
It was a huge white eye that was filled with death, coldness, decay, and ruin.
"Helim!!!" Yang Xuan shouted.
"Yang Xuan!" That knight also began to shout crazily.
Dark clouds covered the camp. The sounds of battle shook the sky. The valiant herdsman would not give up without a fight. When they picked up their swords, they were all excellent warriors.
Helim raised her long sword. Her black horse charged like a bolt of black lightning. She swung her scimitar at Yang Xuan's head.
Clang!
The two scimitars instantly clashed.
After the huge force split Yang Xuan's hand, it traveled through his body to his white horse. The horse's hooves went soft, and it fell to the ground.
He felt a sweet taste in his chest. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Yang Xuan rolled off his horse. He saw Helim's scimitar raised high in the air.
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