On the shores of Lake Caspian Lake, the City of Eagles.

The nomadic eagle city does not have a city wall, but it has a "city gate".

Mo Yimiao really couldn't understand why a city without walls needed a city gate.

Known locally as the "Gate of Horses", the gate is a so-called gate made up of two huge bronze horses standing on their hind feet, leaping high with their front hooves and their four hooves meeting hundreds of feet in the air.

The two bronze horses have stood for an unknown number of years, huge and majestic, adding a border to the scenery of the purple mountains in the distance.

The eagles of Eagle City soar high above the unreachable clouds, occasionally spotting a small black dot.

She did not hesitate to confiscate her brother's horse after an accident on the steppe that day, but the nomads sarcastically nicknamed him "The Running King".

The next day, someone proposed to let him ride in a carriage, and Mo Yilei readily agreed, completely ignorant of him, but he didn't know that this was even more of a mockery of him, and the nomadic tribesmen used this carriage to transport captured slaves from all over the world, and his brother was unaware.

They gave him a new nickname, "The Slave King".

Mo Yimiao cried sadly, and repeatedly told Uncle Di not to tell her brother the truth, she had to rearrange the horses for Mo Yilei.

Mo Yilei saw this as his sister knew that he was wrong and apologized to him.

"The true king is gracious and sometimes extraordinarily forgiving. He said to his sister.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle in the sky, and as soon as he found the trace of his sister, he pasted it like a plaster, you know, he didn't have much chance to see Shan Yu.

After passing the horse gate, both sides were lined with ancient plunders that had been scavenged from all over the country by the people on horseback for thousands of years.

Statues of the gods and heroes of the Western world stand awe-inspiring on the left and right of the road. Mo Yimiao once rode a small silver horse to follow Shan Yu to the cities of the West, and once worshipped the statues of gods in those cities that had been looted by war, but now long forgotten.

The stone statues of many kings sat on the throne and looked down at her coldly, their faces had been eroded beyond recognition by the wind and rain, and no one in the Eagle City knew their names.

Slender maidens dance on a marble platform, with only flowers covering their bodies, holding broken bottles and jars, pouring out only air.

The green meadow was littered with all sorts of "monsters", jeweled black iron dragons, hideous and roaring griffons, and many more strange things that could not be named at all.

"It's all rubbish left over from the destruction of the city," said his brother Mo Yilei, riding on his horse, completely forgetting the events of that day, "these barbarians only know how to plunder everywhere, even if it is useless to them," he said with a smile, "These stone carvings come from at least hundreds of different cities, and they can really fight." ”

"They are also my people now," Mo Yimiao said, "brother, don't call them barbarians in the future." ”

"True King loves to say whatever he wants," Mo Yilei said in the Seven Chinese dialect, he peeked at Mo Yimiao's guards who followed behind him, and gave them a mocking smile, "You see, these barbarians have no brains and can't understand the words of civilized people. ”

On the side of the road stood a moss-covered stone pillar, fifty feet high. Mo Yilei looked at the stone pillar boredly, "How long do we have to stay in this ruin, I'm impatient." ”

"Her Royal Highness will be going to meet a few shamans next ......," said Moyidi.

"I know, aren't they just a few old witches who pretend to be gods," Mo Yilei said, "and they will dance and recite charms to predict whether I will have a nephew or a niece in the future." I don't care about that. I'm fed up with eating horse meat every day, and the stench of these savages. ”

He sniffed at the sleeve of his own wide coat, and even sewed a sachet into the sleeve, but it had little effect.

The silk sweater that Mo Yilei wore from an unknown town had already been stained with mud and tattered during the long journey.

Mo Yidi said: "Your Majesty, there may be something you need in the Chengdong Bazaar, I see that there are even traders from the Seven Kingdoms there, as for Shan Yu, I believe he will fulfill his promise." ”

"He'd better move quickly. Mo Yilei said coldly, "He promised to give me an iron horse, I have fulfilled my promise to his sister, and now, my sister may be pregnant with his cub again, I have paid enough." ”

At this moment he caught a glimpse of a lewd woman, naked in stone, and rode over to take a closer look.

Mo Yimiao breathed a sigh of relief, "I sincerely hope that my eagle won't keep him waiting. "My brother is out of hearing range, she told Moyidi.

The former commander of the Black Blood Guard looked at Mo Yilei's back suspiciously, "Your brother should stay in the nameless town, this place is not suitable for him, and even Wu Liang has persuaded him." ”

"As soon as he gets the Iron Horse, he will leave, and my husband has promised him. ”

"I know, Your Highness the Princess, but the people here behave differently than the Seven Kingdoms," Mo Yidi whispered. "Your brother thinks he sold you and now wants to collect the debt, but Shan Yu sees you as a gift from the Seven Kingdoms, and he may give back to your brother, but it depends on Shan Yu, asking Shan Yu for anything is considered a war here. ”

"But people must always keep their promises," Mo Yimiao defended his brother for some reason, "My brother said that as long as there are 20,000 nomadic iron horsemen, he can sweep the entire territory of the Seven Kingdoms. ”

Mo Yidi snorted, "Give him ten thousand slaves, and he can't command them to clean his room." ”

Mo Yimiao was slightly surprised by Uncle Di's contemptuous tone. "That'...... So what if it's you, if you go to lead the army, the nomadic iron horseman can conquer the Seven Kingdoms?"

"If we were still in the Nameless City, and you asked me this question then, I would not hesitate to tell you that the Black Blood Guards of my original Dark City would be enough to defeat all of their troops. ”

"Now, we're in Eagle City, what is your answer?"

"Now," said Moyidi, "I'm not sure. Their equestrian skills are unparalleled, they don't know what death is, and their bows and arrows have a range far beyond ours. ”

"Aren't there archers in the Seven Kingdoms?" Mo Yimiao asked.

"Most of the archers of the Seven Kingdoms were on foot, hiding behind turrets or shields to aim and shoot, but these men were on horseback and shooting arrows, and they were free to move wherever they charged and retreated. Your Royal Highness Princess, they are very dangerous, and their number is far beyond my imagination, and your husband has 100,000 such iron horsemen. ”

"How much is 100,000?"

"When your elder brother Mo Yiyan was known as the patron saint of the Dark City, when he died defending the city, he had only 50,000 soldiers and horses, and half of them were untrained militiamen. So after your eldest brother died in battle, many people threw away their weapons and scattered birds. ”

"I see, so my brother still has a good chance of winning the Seven Kingdoms. ”

"Of course it's not that simple," said Moyidi, "Eagle City has no walls, they are not good at building cities, these horseback warriors don't know anything about sieges, let alone Light City, any lord's walls are enough for them to drink, unless those lords of the family will be proud and stupid to fight the steppe cavalry head-on." ”

"Would they be so stupid?"

"I thought that the judgment would not be at all. Moyidi said.

"What if someone taught these nomadic horsemen how to besiege the city, like you?" Mo Yimiao smiled and waved his whip lightly, and the little silver horse galloped quickly.

Mo Yidi was stunned, he didn't react to the hostess's words for a while.

Mo Yimiao's horse carried her through Eagle City.

This is a different city from the Seven Kingdoms, which is full of strange things, it seems to be marginless because it has no walls, the wide streets covered with grass and mud, and wild flowers bloom in every corner of the "city".

In the cities of the Seven Kingdoms, towers, pavilions, liquor stores, and green house markets are often crowded together, while here they stretch out lazily in all directions, bathed in the warm sun, looking ancient, vast and empty.

Even the various buildings are strange. She saw carved stone tents, wooden mansions as large as castles, crumbling towers, marble stepped pyramids, and stone temples with open roofs facing the sky.

None of these buildings are exactly the same, with styles from all over the world.

A thousand years ago, the so-called "building of a house" was nothing more than digging a large hole in the ground, covering it with thatch, and turning the house into a pool of water after days of rain.

And all the strange buildings in Eagle City were built by slaves they plundered from all over the place, and the slaves from all over the country naturally built them according to the customs and customs of each place.

Even if it is Shan Yu's "palace", I am afraid it is not as good as the ordinary homestay in the Seven Kingdoms. It was a deep wooden hall, with rough wooden walls thirty feet high, and a large silk curtain on the roof, which hung to protect it from the wind and rain, and folded it to look up into the sky.

Mount Bell is a sacred place where priestesses known as "shamans" live.

Mo Yimiao and Shan Yu walked at the front of the line, followed by guards, retinues, and slaves, to meet the priestess and listen to her prophecy about the child in her womb.

In order to greet Shan Yu, a large number of people were already waiting there. After everyone dismounted, they untied the full moon scimitar hanging from their waists, as well as the mission weapons they carried with them, and handed them to the slaves next to them, even Shan Yu.

It's the rule here, you can't carry weapons, you can't hurt free people.

Under the watchful eye of Mount Bell, no fighting between tribes is allowed, and even if the two sides are at war, all prejudices must be put aside here and a glass of wine must be happily sitting.

According to the will of God preached by the priestess, all the people of the Bell Mountains were of the same blood, belonging to the same group and the same grassland.

When Mo Yimiao's maid Qiqige helped her off the horse, Bayar came to look for her.

Bayard was a stout, bald man, with a hooked nose and a mouth full of broken teeth.

At the age of twenty, an attempt was made to kidnap Shan Yu and sell him to the enemy, and Bayar rescued Shan Yu Attila, who was still young at the time, from the Assassins, but his teeth were smashed to pieces by a mace.

Among Attila's personal allies, he was the oldest and most trusted by Attila.

When she first arrived, Mo Yimiao thought that they were just Shan Yu's guards, just like Mo Yidi of the Mo Yi family, who swore to defend her master, but then she realized that there was more to it than that.

Qiqige told her that the alliance guards were not just guards, they were also Shan Yu's siblings, Shan Yu's shadow, and his most loyal friends.

It is true that they are not alone, but they share a life.

According to the ancient tradition of nomadic tribes, if you die, the allies are also required to accompany you in the underground.

If he dies at the hands of the enemy, the Allies will first avenge him, and then happily commit suicide and be buried.

Qiqige said that there are many Shan Yu on the grassland, and they not only eat and sleep with the alliance guards, but even share wives and concubines.

They didn't care except that their horses didn't share.

Mo Yimiao was glad that Attila didn't follow these ancient traditions, and she didn't want to be shared by many people.

Bayard treated her kindly, but the other allies frightened her, and Batu was large and taciturn, glaring at her with a vicious look, as if he had forgotten who she was.

Bu Heze's eyes were cold, his hands were nimble, and his sex was hurtful, and although he did not dare to touch her, he violated her character more than once, leaving bruises on her white and tender skin, and making her young maid secretly cry at night.

Mo Yimiao was helpless about this, they were the same as Shan Yu's life and death, so Mo Yimiao had no other way than to pretend not to see.

Sometimes, he wished that his father Mo Yitong also had this kind of person around him to protect him, and his father was killed by the son of his own vassals, how ironic.

The Seven Kingdoms are the land of civilization, where the white-clad and white-armored Kingsguard is sung by folk songs and is regarded as noble, heroic, and loyal, but at critical moments, they are so useless.

He couldn't help but wonder if the civilized people of the Seven Kingdoms were all so hypocritical.

Mo Yimiao stroked her belly, she believed that she would give birth to a son and would be the lord of the world, and she must let him have his own alliance to avoid being persecuted by tricks.

"The clouds of the steppe," said Bayar, "the Shan Yu of my blood commands you that he must walk up Mount Bell tonight to pray for the blessing of your children. ”

"Please tell Shan Yu that I will always think of him in my dreams, and I am anxiously looking forward to his safe return. She said gratefully.

In fact, as the fetus grows older, Mo Yimiao becomes more and more prone to fatigue, and it is better to be able to rest for a night.

Just now, several priestesses, who could not tell her age, stroked her belly one by one, their faces could no longer show her age correctly, and the dry hands caressed her with great nervousness, they had long prophesied that a great king would be born, but they were worried about the fetus in her womb.

They exchanged puzzled glances, repeatedly perceiving through mysterious powers.

They prophesied that the great king would be in this room, and Attila had a happy face, following the ancient tradition that he would climb Mount Bell in the twilight and make a wish at sunrise when he looked at the rising sun in the east.

But Mo Yimiao always felt that the priestesses didn't finish their words, but she didn't bother to ask, they were already happy, not to mention that she had been tossed enough.

After Attila set off, Mo Yimiao felt a rare ease.

"Prepare the hot water, I'm going to bathe. She wanted to wash the dust off her body and soak her sore bones.

The hot water is extremely hot and is in harmony with a heart. "You can invite my brother to dinner tonight. When Qi Qige was washing her hair, Mo Yimiao made up her mind.

My brother is almost close to a beggar these days.

"Go and call my brother and invite him to dinner with me. After the bath, she arranged for the maid to say, "Go and prepare some fruit, and tell the cook not to cook with horse meat." ”

"Horse meat is the best meat," says Kikige, "and eating horse meat makes you strong." ”

"My brother hates horse meat the most, so go ahead and do it. ”

While the people were preparing dinner, Mo Yimiao also prepared a new dress for his brother, a belt made of bronze, and a leather vest embroidered with black bats.

If his brother could dress decently, these nomadic tribesmen would give him some respect, and perhaps he would forget the unpleasantness that happened in the sea of grass that day.

No matter what, her brother is also her only relative.

Otherwise, she will be alone.

She was fiddling with the gift, Mo Yilei came in in a huff, he tugged at Qi Qige's hand, only to see that she had been punched in one eye and had a heavy dark circle.

"You have the audacity to let a servant dictate to me!" he said, rudely toppling him to the ground.

This sudden anger surprised Mo Yimiao. "What's going on?

"Master, I tell him as you commanded him to come and dine. ”

"Listen, what this man says, no one is allowed to dictate to the true king," Mo Yilei roared, "I really should have brought her head directly." ”

"Good brother, forgive her, she just said the wrong thing," Mo Yimiao apologized repeatedly, "I said that I would invite you to dinner, and see, I also prepared a gift for you." ”

Mo Yilei frowned suspiciously and asked, "What are these?"

"New clothes, I made it especially for you. Mo Yimiao smiled flatteringly.

He squinted at her and said contemptuously, "Isn't it just the rags of the barbarian tribe, can the true king of the Seven Kingdoms wear these strange appearances?"

"Brother, it will be more comfortable to wear these clothes, and I think, I think," Mo Yimiao didn't know what to say for a moment, she had to be careful not to awaken the wrath of the True King, "I think if they wear something similar to the people here, they can ......"

"What can they do? The True King doesn't care," Mo Yileko couldn't wait for his sister to finish slandering the True King, "Then do I still have to tie my braids like them?"

"I won't let you tie your braids, you haven't won a battle, and you can't tie braids according to their customs. ”

As soon as the words came out, Mo Yimiao realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Mo Yilei's gray eyes were filled with anger, "I am the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, not a barbarian with a stinking horse smell and clanging hair," Mo Yilei stepped forward and grabbed Mo Yimiao's neck, "You are getting more and more ignorant." ”

The feeling of pain made Mo Yimiao feel like she was back in the past, she stretched out a hand, groped and touched something, it happened to be the belt that was originally going to be given to him, a richly carved bronze belt, she swung it out with all her might.

The belt was in the middle of the door, and Mo Yilei stopped in response, blood flowing down his face.

"It's you who don't know what to do, please get out of here, or I'll have someone drag you away with a whip." ”

Mo Yilei got up, "When I become the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, you will regret it." With that, he covered his injured face and left, and did not take a single gift.

Mo Yimiao shed tears sadly and took out a small black staff, eager for strength.

And she knows that she and her brother may have nothing to do with each other.