The Great Merchant in the Cataclysm

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This name, as long as it is a Chinese person, does not know.

Zhang Wei was shocked, and then in the slow narrative of the king of war horses, he felt pulled by a force, some confused.

This is because in the spiritual world of the king of war horses, Zhang Wei was unconsciously infected by its emotions, and the whole person's thoughts fell into that era with its memories.

Mongolian iron riding army, shouts and horseshoes are deafening, a man is extremely conspicuous, riding a temperament of the same extraordinary white horse, carrying a sac filled with gold-plated arrows behind, holding a very exaggerated The giant bow, wrapped in a patterned animal skin, with strong bowstrings.

Surrounded by the surrounding iron-clad layer defense, there is a special shielded cavalry to protect the man's body safety. He has shaved most of the Mongolian cavalry with only a small scorpion, and is the most brave cavalry on the grassland. The **** killing is like a wolf group. It is like a broken bamboo to tear open the enemy's defense line.

And this man sometimes observes the enemy's generals through the gap of the shield. If it is found, it is like shooting the prey in the hunting ground. It seems that the hand is raised carelessly, it is a full moon, and the golden arrow has avoided them. The heavy armor of the body, wearing an arrow in the throat, no arrows, never lost.

Every time I shoot a general of the enemy, there is a burst of cheers in the mouth of the soldiers holding the shield, for this man, for their Khan.

This army is not the sun that does not fall on the grassland. Only once in the camp, the enemy is beaten and thrown away, and fleeing. Some of them are directly beaten by the horses, regardless of their horses. They get up and run.

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Looking at his own torrent of iron rides, crushing the enemy's army and defeating the army, the man laughed loudly and laughed, waving his hand to let the shield cavalry be removed, and screamed loudly, "I am a young man of the Yan Department, Killing the last group of soft-legged sheep, the flower scorpion mold, will surrender to our iron ride."

"Khan!"

"Khan!"

...... filled with the craziest loyalty, first the iron shield army shouted, then the roar of the mountains spread all over the country, directly scared a lot of fleeing enemy troops fell to the ground, shivering, but still He was cut off by a knife and rolled a few laps on the grass. The big eyes couldn't believe that he was still dead.

His iron ride is a wolf. As long as he eats the enemy's flesh, he will only drink the enemy's blood, and he does not need to be captured!

He is, Genghis Khan!

From the perspective of Zhang Wei, the war knife of this cold weapon is in the flesh, and the blood is splashed. It is extremely real. It is far more than a few words that have been taken in the history textbook. It seems that he is an outsider who is excited and can’t wait for himself. It is also a member of this Mongolian iron ride, riding on the battle to kill the enemy.

Suddenly, watching the entire battlefield, he suddenly gave birth to a feeling of cold thorns, so that Zhang Wei, who was mobilized, calmed down.

The direction of the source of the feeling is the location where Genghis Khan was just now!

When he turned around, a golden mang shot to Zhang Hao's eyes with lightning speed, his arrow! Even Genghis Khan, obviously just an ordinary person's arrow, why he feels like being locked, can't escape, is firmly suppressed in the same place, can only watch the Jin Mang approaching but can't do anything.

And isn't this the memory of the king of war horses?

How could this be?

The big battlefield broke down in the moment when the golden arrow shot through Zhang’s head. Zhang Wei was still immersed in the power of the arrow just now, unable to extricate himself, and gasped with a big mouth. The arrow just was too real. He felt his death. But I heard a familiar sound of the horse, and I was completely awake.

The king of war horse looked at him intricately and said, "You can really resonate with the memory of Khan, my spiritual strength, do you really want to reject me?"

Zhang Wei now knows that he has already fallen into a certain artistic conception of the king of war horses. He can confuse the evolutionary person of his spiritual system enough to see the power of his spiritual power.

But even then, he shook his head resolutely, but Zhang Wei looked at the king of the horses with his wings, and slowly asked, "I remember Temujin, that is, your Khan era, The distance is now more than 700 years old. If you are a bone, you should become dust as time goes by, how it will be activated by the evolutionary ripple."

"I don't know much. I only know that I am dying. I should be buried according to the highest treatment of the horse. After I wake up, it has become this appearance. Khan is gone, and the city has no past appearance. Fortunately, my intellect has improved very quickly, and I have absorbed a lot of knowledge from your human beings, but I don't want to participate in your disputes, and I will slowly recuperate in the place where I was born."

Zhang Wei once again carefully looked at the appearance of the king of war horses. Except for the wings behind it, it was like a statue in a scenic spot that Zhang Hao later saw in the capital city of Ordos. He muttered to himself, "Is you Genghis Khan?" The white pheasant enshrined in the mausoleum, the legendary mount of Genghis Khan, the Milky Way god?"

For eight hundred years, there is only one possibility. That is, after the death of the Galaxy god, it was treated by the priests or wizards of the Mongolian army. It was well preserved, and the blood in the bone marrow was excellent, and it was judged by evolutionary ripples. As a creature of valuable evolution, it made it wake up from the eight hundred years of sleep.

Looking at the sacred king of war horses, Zhang Wei’s memory suddenly remembered the song sung by the old man guarded by Genghis Khan’s Mausoleum, and sang its songs from the prairie far and clear, but the memory Too vague, Zhang Wei only remembers a few of the lyrics.

"White horse, it is the iron wood of 900 years.

It is Kublai Khan for eight hundred years.

The 900-year-old matouqin, the 900-year-old Lele car.

The bonfire that never dies in 900 years, the Hada of 900 years.

Ah, oh, oh oh.

The vast grassland is vast and the iron wood is vast.

The grassland is mysterious and mysterious. ”

Zhang Wei looked at the king of war horses beside him. He didn't know what to say at the moment. The true identity of this legendary creature was known to him. He was even more excited.

In his heart, he slowly relaxed.

To say it is not just to make a concession on your own. Perhaps it will not deliberately discover its own secrets. It is only an attitude of oneself that you can conclude a contract with the king of the horse.

This is the mount of Genghis Khan!

The king of war horses, whether it is strength or identity, makes Zhang Wei heart-throbed. As long as he opens his spiritual power to share, he will take the initiative to let the king of war horses release a mental force to walk through his brain.

Struggling for a long time, Zhang Wei took a deep breath, facing the king of war horses, said hard.

"Sorry, or not."

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