Chapter 1125 – Black Robes Lethal Trap (1/2)
Chapter 1125 – Black Robe's Lethal Trap
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The Daoist Canon had always contained records regarding the Eight Great Mountain Men, so why was it only today that Chen Changsheng became sure of their existence, and why was it that to the majority of human commoners and cultivators, the Eight Great Mountain Men were rumors of practically mythical proportions? Because it had truly been many years since this name had last been heard.
In the years of the northern expeditions, the Eight Great Mountain Men were still the primary fighting force of the Demon race. They had played extremely important roles in the battle near Xuelao City, and Mountain Men Qilian and Helan had even died in that battle, one after the other. But after that battle, they disappeared, and nobody knew where they went. As time passed, people even began to doubt their existence.
Tonight, Chen Changsheng finally saw with his own eyes these rumored existences, and so he naturally knew that those records he had seen in the Daoist Canon were true.
The appearance of the Eight Great Mountain Men was deeply related to Grand Scholar Tungus, and there was a high chance that it was also related to that Pope of the Human race, thus leading to the 'Men' in their name. Of course, as ancient experts, almost totems of the Demon race, he could not hope they would give up their loyalty to the demons and stand with the humans.
But why had they disappeared back then? And why had they appeared tonight?
Chen Changsheng's spiritual sense fell on that massive figure to the north.
He sensed an invisible barrier that seemed to be solidified darkness. They were truly deserving of their reputation as ancient demon experts, as the Qi he sensed was even more formidable and terrifying than the Qi he had sensed from the second-ranked Demon General Hai Di in the snowy mountains. It was no wonder that even though Xiao Zhang had broken through into the Divine Domain tonight, he had still suffered such heavy injuries and fallen unconscious.
The frequency at which Xiao Zhang's white paper trembled had already stabilized and his breathing was steady. He had just lost too much blood, making it hard to say when he would wake up.
Chen Changsheng looked back to that massive black silhouette and asked, ”How should I address Senior?”
He wanted to use a conversation to buy some time, though he had no expectation of an answer. To his surprise, the mountain spoke once more.
This voice was like wind blowing from a cave deep in the mountains, the low drone seeming to contain extremely complex fluctuations.
Mountain Man Rouge? The Daoist Canon had not recorded the names or surnames of the Eight Great Mountain Men, and Chen Changsheng could only rely on the pronunciation to guess at the words. He did not know that this person was actually called Mountain Man Yanzhi1. Soon after, two more voices came from the south, upon which he came to know that the other two demon experts were called Mountain Man Yichun and Mountain Man Jingbo.
”Do the demons intend to declare war today?”
Chen Changsheng asked Mountain Man Yanzhi, his expression earnest and solemn.
The place they were standing was the grassland of the Elf race.
For thousands of years, the Demon race, Human race, Demi-human race, and the Elf race that lived on this grassland had engaged in countless wars. The black soil on which this green grass grew was the result of the blood spilled from all these races. This fertility that rose from death was of deep significance to the three races.
Deep significance often meant greater sensitivity, which meant that it could easily start a war, so the three races had always been very cautious about this grassland. Even though the grassland ended up belonging to the Human race, it was mostly nominal. The Great Zhou Imperial Court had never stationed a garrison here. Tonight, the Eight Great Mountain Men who had been in hiding for so many years had suddenly appeared and pursued Xiao Zhang to this grassland, and now they were surrounding Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong. They clearly had grand ambitions, so how was this any different from a declaration of war?
”The war between our races has never stopped, so what need is there to make a new declaration?”
Mountain Man Yanzhi spoke this sentence slowly, his voice rather muddled, but his pronunciation was exceptionally precise, and it even seemed to carry the accent of Luling.
Chen Changsheng thought of the records in the Daoist Canon and found himself even more curious about that now-vanished period of history. The answer itself, on the other hand, left him confused.
Even the most ignorant child only needed to listen to stories in the tea houses and restaurants to know how the situation in the continent had changed over the last few years.
The Human race had welcomed a generation of blooming wildflowers while the Demon race declined at unimaginable speeds. Whether it was the bitterly cold climate, the sudden famine, or the internal conflicts between the tribes leading to a decrease in the number of potential soldiers, these factors were all slowly dragging this mighty race that had once dominated the continent into the abyss.