Chapter 11: Speculation

Liu Chengchao looked at the Life and Death Stele, appearing on the surface to be frowning in thought.

In reality, his heart was very excited.

If the discovery here were confirmed, the unsolved mysteries of history would have their mysterious veils lifted.

It was just, why was there no record whatsoever regarding Heize?

"Elder Liu, Heize was a disciple of Liu Xiu, which is to say, a fellow apprentice of the Fengxing Emperor.

He also commanded troops, annihilated the Wolf Guard, and established unparalleled merit; why is there no record of Heize in history books?" Wang Jiao asked.

She asked the questions that everyone else had.

After all, if Heize truly existed.

Being able to command an army and wipe out the Wolf Guard, he was certainly no simple figure and should have been enough to leave his name in history.

"This..." Liu Chengchao hesitated for a moment, "I don't know either; I need more evidence and data."

"Alright, Elder Liu, let's continue looking at the Life and Death Shrine." Wang Jiao spoke up, a smile on her face.

In the Life and Death Shrine, there was not only the Life and Death Stele but also the Life and Death Paintings.

The Life and Death Paintings were murals, recording some history or biographies in the form of pictures.

Although this Life and Death Shrine was small, it was fully equipped.

"The murals here are more than half destroyed; after cleaning, only a portion can be seen," Liu Chengchao said from the side.

Wang Jiao and the others looked over.

The camera also captured the mural at this moment.

In the mural, there was a man in black robes holding a Spear.

In front of him was the Wolf Guard, with ten thousand wolves stampeding.

"Is this one man holding off ten thousand?" Wang Jiao said lightly from the side.

The Life and Death Stele had once stated that Heize held off ten thousand alone, but Wang Jiao and the others had not taken it to heart at all.

Holding off ten thousand alone was simply impossible.

At this moment, the scene appearing on the mural was also one of holding off ten thousand.

"Hmm, the ancients all liked to exaggerate," Liu Chengchao said from the side.

In ancient times, they would talk about battles with hundreds of thousands of troops at the drop of a hat.

In reality, the actual soldiers might only number ten or twenty thousand.

Liu Chengchao looked at the man in black on the painting: "He has quite a bit of spirit."

"Right," Wang Jiao smiled, "According to this painting, this Heize who held off ten thousand is not a burly man, but a black-robed general with a tall, upright figure and handsome features."

Generally speaking, combat power is directly proportional to body size.

Otherwise, current boxing matches and the like would not need to be divided into weight classes.

Of course, that excludes people who are extremely obese and can barely move.

Looking at the figure of Heize in this painting, based on exquisite experience, he would be lucky to defeat a few Wolf Guard members at most.

Holding off ten thousand was nothing more than a pipe dream, a fantasy.

"It seems Heize was a scholar-general," Wang Jiao said softly, "Then how exactly did he defeat the Wolf Guard?"

The Wolf Guard, with their ten thousand Giant Wolves, were nearly invincible.

Even relying on the right time, place, and people, it would not have been so easy for Heize to annihilate them.

Within this, there must certainly be things they did not know.

"Let's keep looking at the murals; perhaps we can get the answer," Liu Chengchao said.

Many of the Life and Death Paintings were destroyed, and only three sections could still be vaguely discerned as to what they depicted.

The "one holding off ten thousand" from just now was the first section.

The second section was about mountains collapsing and the earth splitting.

One could see in the painting that Heize appeared to be roaring.

Following his roar, mountain rocks tumbled down, and a portion of the Wolf Guard was crushed to death.

The retreat path of the Wolf Guard was also blocked.

Looking at this scene, Wang Jiao said: "Elder Liu, is this Heize beginning his plan, using the right time and place to annihilate the Wolf Guard?"

This was the same as the previous speculation.

A general named Heize truly existed, and he used natural disasters like mudslides and landslides to surround and kill the Wolf Guard here.

"Yes, that should be it," Liu Chengchao said, agreeing with Wang Jiao's words, "It's just..."

Liu Chengchao frowned, seemingly pondering something.

"Just what?"

"Just that, looking at this mural alone, what it expresses is different from what we thought?"

"Ah?"

"Look above; apart from Heize, there are almost no soldiers from the Great Feng.

The focus of the Life and Death Painting is that Heize let out a roar, causing the mountains to collapse and the earth to split.

The focus of this mountain collapse and earth splitting is not on killing the enemy, but on trapping the enemy."

"Ah?" Wang Jiao was stunned for a moment. She looked carefully, and after a while, she smiled, "Elder Liu is right; the focus is indeed on Heize roaring the mountain down."

Although there was this discovery, Wang Jiao did not care.

Roaring a mountain down—this was simply impossible.

Unless he was a Mythical figure.

For humans, even moving a rock is strenuous.

If he could collapse a mountain with a roar, why would Heize bother dealing with the Wolf Guard?

He could just go straight to the Wolf Tribe's main camp, roar a few times, and the entire Wolf Tribe would be wiped out.

Everyone set their eyes on the third scene.

This scene was very simple.

On the side of Dafeng, there was only Heize.

At this moment, Heize was surrounded by the Wolf Guard.

Countless Wolf Guards, riding Giant Wolves, had surrounded Heize in the middle.

The long Spear in Heize's hand seemed to still be emitting a red glow.

These Wolf Guards had various expressions on their faces, but most were fearful.

"Did Heize die in battle?" Wang Jiao asked.

Liu Chengchao nodded and sighed, "He must have fought to the very end; Heize and the other Dafeng Warriors had all fallen, and the ones who survived to the end were the Wolf Guard."

"It is fortunate that the mountain collapse sealed off the Wolf Guard's retreat as well," Wang Jiao also sighed, seemingly feeling pity for Heize, "It is a pity that this army which died for Dafeng, and this peerless Warrior Heize, have had their achievements forgotten by everyone."

It was precisely because of the sacrifice of Heize and this army that Dafeng was not breached by the Wolf Tribe.

The Daxia Clan was able to continue on, yet, not a single person knew of this matter.

These people who silently gave their lives sleep here forever, known to no one.

A feeling of desolation and lament arose in Wang Jiao's heart.

"Heize and this Dafeng army, regardless of the reason, were not recorded in the history books.

At this moment, we must let their story be known, and let their sacrifice have at least a shred of reward."

(End of chapter)