Grassland, Black Water!

The Blackwater is a small tribe with a population of 70,000 or 80,000, and their standing army forces account for 30% of the total population, but for a grassland tribe, it is a very common phenomenon that all people are soldiers.

In the event of a major danger, the boys and women of the steppe tribes could fight on horseback just like men, which was unmatched by agricultural civilizations and business models.

I saw a group of nine horsemen passing through the hinterland of the grassland, kicking through layers of snow, and soon came to the gathering place of the Blackwater tribe.

It is said that it is a gathering place, but only a few tents and herds of cattle and sheep, as for the formal houses are very few, they usually camp around the royal family, except that the main army will gather around the royal tents.

Some scattered people in families and clan units will be scattered in a star shape at a certain distance, which can not only facilitate herders to graze, but also serve as an early warning.

One of the benefits of using this distribution is that the royal family can get a buffer time when real danger comes.

When the Nine Horsemen approached, a group of herdsmen knew the news, which would naturally soon reach the center of the tribe, the royal camp.

So when they approached the camp, the little prince of the Black Water Clan had already put down his things and stood in front of the tent.

Normally, it is impossible for him to meet some scouts like this, but today is different, because this wave of cavalry scouts has encountered an accident.

This kind of thing can't be considered a big deal at any time, but any small news that is not timely can lead to the destruction of a small tribe, which can't help but him not pay attention to this anomaly.

The little prince's eyes swept over the group, four horses were missing, and all the living materials and weapons were lost, but the most important thing was that the captain of the team did not return.

Their captain Batu grew up with the little prince since he was a child, and it can be said that the two were like brothers when they were young, but when the little prince became an adult, Batu naturally became his confidant.

The little prince rarely sent Batu to participate in some dangerous activities, and usually stayed with him, but recently some Central Plains people had mixed into the grasslands, and he had to send his capable men out.

Who knew that when he came back this time, his right-hand men were gone, he held back his anger, in fact, at his level, he had already looked down on the feelings of brothers with different surnames, but he had to show his unhappiness.

I heard the little prince say in a deep voice: "What happened? Do you know the consequences of leaving Batu and coming back alone?"

The class of the steppe is actually very strict, and the superior can abandon a small number of the inferior, but the inferior who abandons the superior usually dies miserably, and when the little prince said this, the twelve people in the group were almost all pale with fright.

"Xiao Wang spares his life, we encountered the innate master of the Central Plains, Lord Batu tried to attack and kill that young man, and was directly beheaded by that master with a sword, and we have all seen the cyan sword qi!"

They didn't have the cyan sword qi that everyone saw, but as long as one or two people saw it, it meant that they had all seen it, and I saw them half-kneeling on the ground and talking non-stop.

"Innate master? impossible, this place is so close to Beihai, it will take two months to say the least, how can there be an innate master from the Central Plains who comes here unknowingly?"

The little prince was obviously not very satisfied with their words, but when he finished explaining them in front of the group's lieutenants, he showed a pensive expression.

"Tell Xiao Wang, that's probably how things happened, we don't have half a lie!"

A group of twelve people stood outside the tent, all kneeling on one knee, looking at the young man with the horsewhip in front of them, and really worried that he would suddenly lower the horsewhip.

I saw the little prince pointing at the person in front with a horsewhip and said, "That innate swordsman said that his name is Changxi?"

Kneeling on the ground, he lifted up and explained: "That's what he said, as shown in the portrait, dressed in black and young, only the Central Plains can raise this kind of white little white face, it is definitely impossible for us to be warriors of the grassland!"

At this moment, the portrait had already been thrown to the ground, but the ink that looked like a posthumous portrait did bear some resemblance to Changxi, at least roughly the same as what they saw.

"But there is only one innate master in our tribe, and we must not make a move easily!" The little prince took the leather whip, gently tapped the sword weapon rack beside him, thought for a while, and said: "It is rumored that Changxi has defeated several congenital elders, and his strength is very strong, sell the news of his coming to the northern part of the grassland to the poor Tu tribe, they have two innate masters, they should be interested!"

"But...... As long as we can capture the elder Xi, we will definitely be able to make friends with the Interception Heaven Sect, but they have many innate powerhouses, if we ......"

He wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by the little prince rudely, only to hear the little prince say: "This is the reason why I don't promote you to be the captain, although Batu has some petty feelings as the captain, but the main thing is that he is smarter than you, we can't fail this kind of thing...... Let's go down!"

"Yes......"

A group of twelve people bowed down and retired, not daring to say more.

As long as the little prince didn't mention the punishment, they knew that this catastrophe was avoided, and if the little prince wanted to punish them, he would definitely not have such a tone.

Although war horses are very important to the steppe tribes, their own horse production is very high, although there are penalties, but not too much.

It has been two days since the news was conveyed to the poor Tu tribe through the Black Water Tribe, and the poor Tu tribe can be ranked in the entire grassland, they have two innate masters, and a population of more than 200,000, which can be regarded as a medium-sized ethnic group.

The king of the poor Tu tribe was a middle-aged and slightly chubby man in his forties, and he wore a suitably cut thick silk garment and a large tiger skin coat on the outside, which was the ultimate luxury for the poor grasslands, because the northern grasslands had no silk and tigers.

I saw him sitting at the top position, his eyes swept over the surrounding subordinates, and said: "That's basically it, the king of the Black Water Clan is rumored to be in poor health in recent years, and they are about to have a new successor, Changxi came to the northern part of the grassland to get the news, is it possible that it is a trap for the future successor of the Black Water Clan?"

A person in the tent immediately stood up and said: "My king, this kind of thing is very likely to happen, there are seven princes of the Black Water Clan, when they compete for the throne, they definitely don't want outsiders to interfere, and this news came from their youngest prince, we have never supported their little prince, he is too young!"

Another said, "No, no...... If it was other news, it might indeed be a trap, but when the three elders of the Heaven Interception Sect were chasing Changxi a month ago, two of them had stayed in our tribe, and it was absolutely impossible for the Black Water Clan to know about this, so it was very likely that Changxi was nearby!"

"Then what do you think, in order to befriend the Heaven Interception Sect and Changxi to face each other head-on?" asked the king of the poor Tu tribe.

When the king of the tribe of Pooru asked this, no one answered for a while, and all looked at their king, or the other old man behind him.

The old man stood behind their king like a shadow, silent, as if all the discussions had nothing to do with him, but everyone knew that his position in the Poor Tu was very important, second only to the king, because he was one of the two innate masters of the Poor Tu.

However, when everyone's eyes, including the King of Poor Pictures, looked at him, he had to stand up, and only listened to him: "It is rumored that Changxi is very strong, and the general innate master is probably not his opponent......"

"Grandpa, you are too careful, how old is Changxi? Only twenty years old, as long as you lend me the Xingyu Sword Box, I will definitely be able to cut off his head!"

A young man strode from outside the hall, only to hear him continue to say: "Changxi became a congenital at the age of eighteen, and I became a congenital at the age of twenty-five, and the gap with him is not too big, as long as you have your treasure grandpa, you will definitely be able to defeat him, king, according to the oblique request to fight!"

"Since you have asked to go to war, I will naturally allow it, how can my grassland warrior be afraid of a Central Plains person?" The king of the poor Tu clan had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and when he heard his words, he laughed.

How could Yi Muxian know the news so quickly? Naturally, as the king of the clan, he sent the news, and the purpose was to let this cannon igniter open the way, as long as he opened his mouth, the old man had no way to object.

The king of the poor Tu clan turned his head and said to the old man: "Please also go with you, after all, my nephew is in a single position, I will send someone to contact you at any time, if you find it, it is naturally the best, if there is an accident within the Black Water Clan, I will notify your ...... as soon as possible!"

"Hey, it doesn't matter if my old bones are dead, but that long man, don't you know why the Heaven Interception Sect wants to chase and kill him......? If you encounter danger, grandson, you just need to bring back the Star Jade Sword Box, and don't worry about me!"

The old man may be really old, and he is not optimistic about the action of intercepting and killing Changxi, but sometimes he also has to obey the will of the people he guards!