The entire Huangyang tribe became nervous and busy, and the bright sabers were worn on the waists of the soldiers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The meteor strode into the golden tent, in which a dozen people were lined up on both sides, and in the center there was a bronze chair, on which was covered with snow-white white wolf skin.

A man who looked extremely young sat on it, his hair in a fine and delicate braid, his face not like a shepherd, his feet in cowhide boots twitched from time to time, and his brown eyes looked majestically at the approaching Kokul.

He is the Maharaja of the Huangyang tribe, Zadar, who took over the position of Maharaja from his own Aba three years ago.

Before the death of the former Maharaja, he once looked at the sunset and asked his son, Zadar, "Is the sunset in the steppe extremely beautiful?"

Zadar raised his head and replied loudly, "Beauty is beautiful, but it has also attracted too much coveting, I won't let the Huangyang tribe be so ordinary." ”

After hearing this, the former maharaja felt bitter in his heart, and he knew that this child of his was blaming him for surrendering to the Lu State and being a steppe man without dignity.

He was already remorseful in his heart, and passed the throne of the Maharaja to this fourth son, who usually seemed to be decent.

He had already realized that it was too late to regret in his heart, and he turned his head to look at Zadar's angular face, and for the first time knew that this child of his was so rebellious, like a sharp-eyed eagle on the prairie.

Two months after the death of the former Maharaja, his eldest son, Batu, led 2,000 elite soldiers and 4,000 slaves under his tent to surround Zadar's golden tent in order to snatch the throne from Zadar.

Zadar heard movement outside the tent, picked up his hanging bow and strode out of the tent, his eyes piercing the faces of the would-be rebels.

When Batu tried to persuade Zadar to drop his weapon and surrender, Zadar drew his bow, and an arrow pierced through Batu's slightly open mouth, drew his saber from his waist, and ran towards the corpse that was about to fall in front of thousands of people, slashing it off, and the skull rolled to the ground.

He stared at the round-eyed head on the grass and whispered, "You shouldn't care about what you don't deserve." ”

All of them were frightened by this sudden scene, Zadar's ruthless behavior and the image of showing no mercy to his relatives were also deeply rooted in their hearts, and no one dared to despise this newly succeeded maharaja.

Beside Zadar stood Zhar, Caihe, and Xuanliu, all of whom were members of the Mountain Ghost Clan.

Long ago, the respective patriarchs of their two tribes were extremely good friends. After the battle of Shangcheng, they took refuge in the Huangyang tribe.

"Maharaja, the seven tribes of the Pudan steppe are ready! Our men of the steppe should not be slaves of any country!" said Ko Gil, who clenched his fist in one hand and knelt down on his chest.

"General Kogir, are all the fierce horses of our steppe old?" Zadar said slowly, looking at Koghur, who was kneeling on one knee, his eyes majestic and deep.

Hearing this, Ko Jar's eyes froze, he knew the meaning of Zadar's words, the good man who had galloped on the grassland in their steppe, had been subjugated under the majesty of the Lu country for six years, like a dying old man.

"I--Ke Er is willing to follow the king to the death and drive the people of the Lu country out of the grassland, the Pudan grassland does not belong to the Lu country, but belongs to our grassland men. Kog's clenched fist slammed into his chest, and a hoarse voice came out.

"We are willing to follow the king to the death and drive the people of Lu out of the Pudan grassland. The men on either side of the tent knelt down, clenched their fists on their chests, and shouted loudly.

Zadar looked at the people in front of him, he smiled slightly, slowly walked to the entrance of the tent, opened a corner of the tent, looked at the vast grassland, and shouted: "Then let us tell them that the men in the Pudan grassland, the blood in their bodies is still hot!"

At the same time.

In the dark night, a group of people wore black robes to blend into the night, and on their black robes were marked daggers or purple pointed eared totems.

This is the first time that the people of Shadow Gate have acted like a killer.

The first person was Mu Boyi, he looked at the "pick" on his right, this rugged prairie man, cold as the god of death lurking in the dark.

Yesterday, when they were about to leave, their group of killers and the spies of the Shadow Gate gathered together like men on the battlefield, drinking and tearing flesh in large chunks by the campfire.

Liying asked "Dove" in a joking tone if she had lost her heart in Yue Guo, Dove looked at "Pick", toasted to each other from afar, and poured it down, "The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is sunny but sunny." ”

Hearing this, he picked up his cheeks red, his eyes were drunk, he picked up the wine jar with his rough big hands, drank the spicy liquor, stood up and stumbled to the sky and shouted, "I! Kodak Khan, a steppe boy from the general's family, can't protect a woman, so what's the use of me wearing a battle robe?"

"Huh..... Ha ....." After speaking, he laughed bitterly a few times, "I am a ruthless person after all, and it is good to be a killer!

Mu Boyi and the others looked at the stumbling pick, and for the first time they knew that the usually cold and strong man was so bitter in their hearts.

Like a little woman, her cheeks were crimson, staring at the back of the pigeon, she asked the dove, "What kind of story would a person like him have?"

The dove looked at the beauty and laughed dryly, took a sip of wine, and looked at the back of the pick, "When he was fifteen years old, he fell in love with a female slave named Bayar in the Pudan grassland, but the prince of the Huangyang tribe also took a fancy to it, and his father sacrificed the slave. ”

With that, the dove stopped, took another sip of wine, and looked at the sparkling spark.

"And then, does that Bayar like to pick it too?" Shadow was interested, and she took a few steps closer to the dove, looking up at the dove that had not been repaired for a long time.

"Bayar is naturally love, otherwise how could he ask the former Kodak Khan: Would you like to take her away?

"He refused?" Shadow widened as she looked at the grass and looking at the sky.

"He didn't tell me, I guess he refused!" the dove chuckled, his voice thick with bitterness, "Later, when the Maharaja was about to take her body, Bayard chose to plunge the dagger into his throat. ”

Breaking off, Liying didn't ask again, and yesterday when they were drunk, they each held each other's arms and danced on the vast grassland.

The black robe in the dark night moved quickly, and Mu Boyi pulled back his gaze, and there was already a beating light not far from them.

The samurai stood tall on the sentry towers, and the group could see the arrows in the quiver behind the samurai.

(To be continued.) )