Phi-Fic Chapter 146 Lan Qing's Death
Chapter 146 Lan Qing's Death
At the junction of Xishan and Yushou Mountain, there is Donglang Valley.
Countless corpses fell to the ground, some missing arms and legs, some with blackened faces and stiff bodies.
On the other side of the corpses, countless fierce foxes were jumping back and forth among the people of the Renxishan tribe. Every time they jumped on a person, they would bite that person, and then the person's internal organs would be corroded and die.
Some fierce foxes had their bodies pierced by the iron weapons and spears of the Xishan tribe, but the blood they shed still corroded the Xishan people.
Tong Ying looked at those troublesome foxes with fire in his eyes.
These fierce foxes were controlled by Li Ziru, which meant that if they wanted to eliminate the threat posed by these fierce foxes, they had to kill Li Ziru! Only by leaving these fierce foxes as ownerless beasts could the Xishan people reduce casualties!
He rode his horse across the battlefield filled with the sounds of killing, heading straight for Li Ziru.
The silver spear gleamed in the sunlight, carrying an icy aura that was captivating.
Fei Qi held a mace in his hand and attacked the Xishan people with great force. Every blow could make several people spit blood and fly away.
Lan Qing was also on the battlefield, his body burning with rage and fury. He held a bone whistle in his mouth, blowing it periodically. Complex, irregular sounds echoed across the field, controlling a ferocious saw-toothed lizard.
The saw-toothed lizard was huge, with a hard and thick skin, and sharp saw-like teeth that opened and closed widely, and could bite off a person's thigh in one bite.
Under Lan Qing's control, the saw-toothed lizard's mouth was filled with blood as it bit down one Xishan tribe member after another. Even when faced with their spears and arrows, it remained unaffected, practically invulnerable!
Anyone who gets close to it will have their hands and feet bitten off, becoming a disabled person or dead.
Countless trained beasts were biting and killing each other in the Xishan tribe, screaming miserably. No one noticed that a silver spear was flying towards Li Ziru.
Even Li Ziru himself didn't realize this.
He held a bronze sword in his hand, slashing and killing one Xishan tribe member after another. In his spare time, he would blow the bone whistle from time to time to control the fox and leopard, making them the most ferocious and lethal weapons on the battlefield!
The number of people in the Beast Taming Tribe is far less than that of the Xishan Tribe. If it weren't for the fierce fox, leopard and Lan Qing's saw-toothed lizard, this battle would have ended long ago.
Li Ziru had just finished blowing the bone whistle when he felt a chill run down his spine and a sharp, stabbing pain at the back of his head. He instinctively turned around and saw a silver spear flying through the air at such speed that it was right in front of him in the blink of an eye.
"Young Clan Master!!"
His pupils continued to dilate, and at this moment he heard Fei Qi's terrified cry.
He kept backing away, trying to dodge. Suddenly, a figure swooped down and knocked the silver spear away.
When he saw the figure clearly, Li Ziru's face was filled with surprise.
“Uncle Lan!!”
He rushed over and helped the man who had fallen to the ground up.
His chest was pierced by a silver spear, and blood soaked his gray clothes, making everything black and red.
"Uncle Lan!" Li Ziru's eyes were red, and he felt infinite guilt and grief in his heart.
"Sir, cough cough..." Lan Qing's eyes were unfocused. Just as he opened his mouth, he was choked by the blood gushing out of his chest. He coughed violently twice before he felt a little better.
"Uncle Lan, stop talking, it's okay, it's okay!" Li Ziru's eyes were sore and tears were falling uncontrollably. He shouted outside the battlefield, "Doctor! Yu Su! Save him!"
The trembling and choking voice spread far away. Yu Su heard the cry and looked over.
When he saw Li Ziru and Lan Qing lying on the ground covered in blood, he quickly shouted to Yazhi beside him, "Quick, go save them!"
"Young Clan Master, it's useless... it's useless..."
Lan Qing's voice was intermittent, his face was pale and bloodless. He held on to his breath and had something else to say.
"No, Uncle Lan, you will be fine!" Li Ziru hugged him and burst into tears.
Lan Qing treated him like his own son since he was a child, and he also treated him as his father.
Every time he was scolded by his father and felt sad and disappointed, it was Uncle Lan and Uncle Qi who comforted him, encouraged him, and believed in him; he was his second father...
"Young Clan Master, I have never, ever asked you for anything in my life... ahem..."
His injuries were too severe, and every word he spoke was overdrawing his life. When Yu Su and Ya Zhi arrived, they quickly pressed his wound with clean cotton cloth to prevent excessive blood loss.
But Yu Su could tell at a glance that this kind of injury was beyond saving...
Lan Qing's blood-stained hand grasped Li Ziru's, his eyes pleading and filled with self-blame, "Adi, Adi has gone astray. You, don't blame her. It's all my fault for not teaching her well..."
"Uncle Lan, please stop talking. I don't blame her. I won't blame her!"
Li Ziru held Lan Qing's hand. He had seen those big hands many times. Although he often used that hand to pat his shoulder, this was the first time he had held them so tightly.
His hands were covered with calluses, and even with the lubrication of blood, they still felt rough and prickly.
"I, I want to ask you..."
Before Lan Qing finished speaking, his distracted eyes suddenly became dull and lifeless, and even the last trace of distraction disappeared.
He looked at Li Ziru, as if he had some unfulfilled wish, as if he was still worried about something...
The hand that was tightly holding Li Ziru also became soft at this moment and slid down from mid-air.
"Uncle Lan?" Li Ziru's face was filled with pain. He called out to Lan Qing in disbelief, but the lifeless man could no longer respond to him...
“Uncle Lan!!”
Li Ziru roared in pain and glanced towards the battlefield. The man riding a warhorse not far away had a face full of provocation and complacency, which made his inner anger reach its peak.
He picked up the bronze sword on the ground and rushed towards Tong Ying.
Yazhi, who was behind, had a worried look on her face. She looked over and saw that the man on the warhorse had a relaxed and casual expression, and his ambiguous gaze lingered on her for a while.
Then, he pulled out a bronze sword from his horse's back. The material and appearance were very similar to the sword in Li Ziru's hand.
Seeing the sword, Li Ziru went crazy again. No matter how loud he roared, he could not vent the hatred and anger in his heart.
"Tong Ying, I will kill you!!"
That was his father's bronze sword. There were only two in the entire Shanwai Valley. It was sharp and hard, almost indestructible. After his father was poisoned, the sword disappeared. It turned out that Tong Ying had taken it away!
Just as the two bronze swords were about to clash, a strange evil wind suddenly blew up in the East Corridor Valley. A magical and astonishing force swept across the battlefield, knocking down hundreds of soldiers and horses.
Even the trained animals were blinded by the dust, and then they were blown away by a fierce force and crashed into the rocks and trees on both sides of the valley.