The cavalry on the eastern steppes had no saddles. There is such a thing as a saddle, which only the armies of the four empires and the two major alliances have.

At this point, the four empires and the two alliances are still relatively tacit. That's such a thing as a saddle, which can't be owned by the Far Eastern steppes in any way.

The cavalry of the Far Eastern Prairie is already strong, and if it is equipped with a saddle, it is like a tiger, and if they sell the saddle to the Far Eastern Prairie, it is for the tiger.

Therefore, in any case, the Far Eastern steppes could not have a saddle.

The first way to choose a quick decision is naturally to destroy their royal court first.

As long as the royal court is destroyed, these tribes will have no backbone. What Qin Ming needs to do is to sweep away the leaves in the autumn wind. No matter how many tribes there are, for Qin Ming, they are just fallen leaves, and they are swept away casually.

Thinking of this, Qin Ming almost didn't hesitate, and even ordered the army to storm the royal court.

But in fact, without Qin Ming's strong attack, Wang Ting himself was already in crisis at this moment.

The Wangting tribe is the most powerful tribe on the grassland, with a population of 10 million and 3 million cavalry.

Of course, this was before this battle, and now that the three million royal army has been wiped out, only a hundred thousand royal army has run back in disgrace.

Even if the royal court gathers three million royal troops again, I am afraid that there will be no deterrent, because those weapons are gone.

The reconvened royal army is nothing more than a pastoral army, if it is just like this, then who else will believe in the royal court.

And on the eastern steppe, there are many tribes that are about the same size as the royal court tribe. If it weren't for the existence of Wang Jun and the deterrent effect, they wouldn't dare to take action. But now that the royal army is gone, what qualifications does the royal court tribe have to serve as the leader of the tribal alliance.

Just when the king returned to the royal court in disgrace, the leaders of more than a dozen large tribes had already come up.

"Our ten thousand warriors are gone, you are no longer fit to be the king, and if you continue to be the king, you will bring us only destruction. Perish, you can only perish!"

"Yes, look at what good deeds you have done! An army of tens of millions has been lost by your stupid command!"

The leaders of several tribes spoke.

Wang Shou looked at these tribal leaders, and couldn't help but feel a little disdainful in his heart, no wonder they said that these people were not intelligent enough and had no overall view. The armies of the Holy Alliance are rushing to destroy the Far Eastern Prairie. Everywhere they went, there was no grass, and no one wanted to survive.

If they continue to fight among themselves, the only beneficiaries will be the Holy Alliance. Therefore, at this time, they must not have civil strife in any case, they must gather all their strength and drive out the army of the Holy Alliance first.

But those tribal leaders have been greedily occupied by the position of the king's head, and at this moment in their hearts, there is only the position of the king's head.

"Don't talk nonsense with us, give up the position of the king!"

Wang Shou looked at these people and immediately knew that the Far Eastern Prairie was probably going to be defeated.

If they stay here, they will have to wait for death.

"From today onwards, I am no longer the head of the king!"

With that, he threw the crown on his head on the ground and walked out directly.

"Strategist, didn't you say that you found an island in the eastern sea? Bring all the food, select 50,000 uninjured Wang Jun, take their families, and we will leave together!"

Not long ago, the ships of the royal court tribe discovered a small island in the depths of the sea thousands of miles away from the extreme eastern steppe.

It's unexplored, and it's like a paradise.

The scale of the royal court tribe was too large, and it was impossible to take them all away. So he chose to pick out 50,000 uninjured Wang Jun, plus their families.

Together, 200,000 people have also survived, and that small island can still afford to support 200,000 people.

In addition to these 200,000 people, he also took five million head of livestock.

At this moment, he hoped that these idiots would hold on for a long time so that he could leave safely.

......

Along the way, Qin Ming never encountered large-scale obstacles again.

It only took three days for Qin Ming to easily attack the royal court.

But at this moment, the royal court was already very dilapidated, as if it had just encountered a war. Qin Ming was a little puzzled at first, but after thinking about it, he understood everything.

Those tribes must have overthrown the royal court for the sake of the king's position.

So Qin Ming grabbed a herdsman casually.

"Tell me, what's going on here!"

The herdsman had already been frightened, and hurriedly spoke.

"My lord, the royal court is gone, and more than a dozen large tribes, such as the Ka tribe and the Jade tribe, are fighting for the throne in the eastern grassland. They decided that the last person to win, the king, would be able to lead the people of the Far Eastern Prairie to defeat the Holy Alliance. ”

When Qin Ming heard this, he immediately looked at these herdsmen like idiots.

But I'm still in the Far Eastern Prairie, and these people are fighting? It's too shameless to give yourself face.

According to the herdsman's words, the strength of these dozen or so large tribes exceeded 10 million.

In other words, there are 20 million troops left in the grassland, and half of them are gathered here.

If this tens of millions of troops can be annihilated, then it is only a matter of time before Qin and Ming unify the Far Eastern Prairie.

So Qin Ming chose to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

Three hours later, Qin Ming came to the place where they fought a decisive battle.

At this time, tens of millions of troops from more than a dozen sides were already in full battle and began to confront each other.

"Kill, sons!"

I don't know who made the first move, and then more than a dozen people and horses mixed together like a meat grinder.

To be honest, it was the first time that Qin Ming had seen more than a dozen parties in a scuffle. Qin Ming looked at a person with his own eyes, looking at more than a dozen people in different clothes around him, and was stunned.

The rest of the people were also confused, and many people didn't know who to kill first!

Soon, though, the first person did it, and the others started to do it.

Time passed minute by minute, and the battle continued, and no one noticed Qin Ming and the others who were watching from a distance.

The battle lasted for a day and a night before the winner was decided.

The main reason is that their weapons are too rudimentary, only knives, not even axes, hooks and forks, Qin Ming is embarrassed to look at.

The battle of these people seems to be like the battle of a primitive tribe, slash-and-burn, without the slightest bright spot.

Qin Ming even sighed for himself, why did he have trouble in his heart at the beginning. In the face of these primitive tribe natives who only know how to fight, what is the difficulty for themselves.

Finally, the winner was decided.

Tens of millions of troops, more than 7 million killed.

The surviving tribe had collected all the remnants of the army, but only three million remained, and all of them were wounded.

I saw that the leader of the tribe excitedly lifted the crown and put it on his head.

"I'm the king's head!"

Seeing this, the rest of the army also knelt on the ground.

"See the Führer!"

"Fetch my strongbow!"

To be honest, Qin Ming is the most incapable of pretending.

Qin Ming pulled up his strong bow and pointed an arrow at the new king's head. Under the guidance of Qin Ming's magic elements, this arrow was like a radar-guided missile, directly and accurately hitting the head of the new king's head.

Immediately he fell to the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground.

This sudden scene couldn't help but shock everyone, how did Wang Shou die.

The head of the king is dead, who will be the new head of the king!

Immediately, the sons of the king's head rushed out and looked at each other fiercely.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, the remaining more than three million troops fought together again, and no one cared how the old king died.

In their hearts, they only care about the position of the king's head.

After a few more hours of fighting, only more than 700,000 of the more than 3 million survived, and more than 200,000 had lost their ability to move.

Seeing this, Qin Ming shot another arrow and killed the new king's head.

The new head of the king was very young and did not have a full-grown son. But under him, there were several generals.

Immediately, these generals took the remnants of their own soldiers and fought again.

After going back and forth, Qin Ming only used a few arrows to disintegrate this army of tens of millions.

In the end, the winner was a small guard captain, and there were only more than 1,000 of the pastoral troops who could stand up around.

I saw him trembling forward, put the crown on his head, and laughed loudly.

"Wang Shou, it's mine!"

But before he could finish laughing, the vice-captain cut off his head with a knife.

"Come on, kill these remnants, and then the autumn wind will sweep away the leaves!"

When everyone heard the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, they couldn't help but have a light in their eyes.

Qin Ming's analogy can be said to be very appropriate.

Before the vice-captain could even put the crown on his head, the iron hooves of the Terrans stepped directly over his body.

At the last moment when his vitality was cut off, he still held the crown that symbolized royal power in his arms.

It's really pitiful and pathetic, Qin Ming shook his head slowly.

In fact, the original king is still a character, but the rest of these straw bales are too stupid.

Next, Qin Ming began to sweep away the fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

The herdsmen of the entire Far Eastern Prairie were driven into one place by Qin Ming.

Although Qin Ming did not kill them, he drove them away from the Far Eastern Prairie and let them go to the Yulan Empire.

In the Magnolia Empire, because of the war, a large number of private houses were empty, and a large area of heaven and earth was barren. Qin Ming asked these herders to change their way of life and let them integrate into the rhythm of human life.

As for the vacated Far Eastern Prairie, Qin Ming was preparing to establish a new Holy Alliance here.

The original place of the Holy Alliance, surrounded by mountains, is too remote.

But this Far Eastern steppe is different, in addition to the vast plains, it also leans on the sea.

It is undoubtedly the most appropriate place to establish a new Holy Alliance here.

While Qin Ming built a huge city, he also asked people to move the population of O'Brien's empire into the Far Eastern Prairie.

With these people, this Extreme Eastern Prairie will soon become the granary of the entire Magnolia Continent.

Then Qin Ming also ordered the army to build a city wall at the junction of the Far Eastern Prairie and the Chaos Lord. If the future Holy Alliance is attacked, this wall will allow for the establishment of permanent fortifications. Here, nothing is missing.

Qin Ming named this new homeland the Divine Realm.

Then Qin Ming asked the Pope of Light, with all the people of the Holy Alliance, to come to the Holy Territory from the territory of the Holy Alliance.

Now Qin Ming is waiting for Atumu's good news to come, so that Qin Ming can start to divide the entire continent.

But a month has passed, and there is no news from the eighteen countries of the Northern Regions.

Qin Ming suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Could it be that something happened to Atumu?

But it's unlikely.

The Dark Forest is the territory of the Demon Beasts, and under the order of the Demon Phoenix, the Demon Beasts inside have already collectively moved to the Caesar Empire. And Atumu's main opponent is the Eighteen Kingdoms of the Northern Regions.

If the eighteen countries of the Northern Regions talk about strength, they may not even be able to compare to a quarter of the O'Brien Empire, that is, the eighteen projectile lands are united, how can they not be defeated?

Qin Ming decided that he didn't have to wait, he had to go and see what was going on in the Eighteen Kingdoms of the Northern Regions.

This time, Qin Ming only chose to bring a dozen Sacred Domain powerhouses with him.

In the process of fighting, Qin Ming's magician level had already broken through the ninth level, and he was only one step away from entering the holy realm.

After coming to the Dark Forest, the huge Dark Forest was silent, and there was not even a single sparrow.

There were only traces of the army walking on the road.

Qin Ming followed the traces and entered the territory of the Eighteen Kingdoms of the Northern Regions.

Here, Qin Ming finally found a clue. As soon as he entered the territory of the Eighteen Kingdoms of the Northern Regions, Qin Ming found a mountain of corpses.

These corpses include people from the Eighteen Kingdoms of the Northern Regions, as well as people from the Holy Alliance, but the vast majority of them are members of the Holy Alliance.

The further Qin Ming went, the more corpses there were.

Qin Ming made a rough calculation, and the corpses of the Holy Alliance army found now may have exceeded five million.

You must know that Atumu took away a total of more than 7 million troops.

Unexpectedly, it was lost by more than half, and now Qin Ming just wants to know what Atumu has encountered.

"Your Highness, there is a situation ahead!"

An ascetic approached.

"Let's go, get over there!"

Qin Ming listened to the shouting and killing in front of him, and his face was solemn.

......

On the eastern sea of the Far Eastern Prairie, the king led 200,000 people from the royal court tribe to reclaim in it.

The king taught the people how to reclaim the human races of the four empires.

The island is small and rugged, and it is not suitable for grazing, so there is no choice but to change the way of life.

From nomadism to farming.

But fortunately, Wang Shou had been in the four empires for a while, and he also had a certain degree of sophistication for these cultivation techniques.

"Wang Shou, the spies we sent out are back!"

A Wang Jun walked in.

"Quick, let him in!"

Wang Shou hurriedly spoke.

"See the king's head!"

"Say, what's going on in the Far Eastern Prairie?"

That Wang Jun said in great pain.

"No, the entire Far Eastern Prairie is gone, and the Holy Alliance has begun to build walls on it!"

Wang Shou continued to speak.

"What about our people, have you seen it?"

"We searched for nearly 100 miles in disguise, but we didn't find our herders. ”

(End of chapter)