Shuofeng Department, the big tent of the prince.

Azule was leaning on the bed, looking at the sun outside the tent with a dazed expression.

Watching the teams of elite royal clan armor soldiers outside his tent pass by in an orderly manner, he felt the atmosphere of the Shuofeng Department being extremely slaughtered.

Azule secretly thought in his heart, is the first steppe battle that he will personally lead the battle of the conquest coming soon?

It had been a few days since the last assassination, but when he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he still seemed to be able to see the scimitar as thin as a cicada's wings swinging at him in front of his eyes, and he could still see the dark and bottomless eyes of the assassin.

Thinking of this, Azule clenched his fists, and the long-suppressed murderous aura between his eyebrows was revealed on his face again.

If the "general" is too late, his body will be separated under the knife, although Abba said that there is still a secret hand, but in that critical situation still did not move, who knows whether it is true or false.

After that assassination, Chu Wannian has always had a chill in his heart, which cannot be dispersed for a long time, perhaps there is also a trace of fear of death in his heart.

There was a sneer on the corner of Azule's mouth, this is the cruel way of survival on the grassland, the strong live, the weak die, there is no reason, there will not be so many twists and turns, as soon as you make a move, you will be divided into life and death.

It's just that he didn't die, so they won't be able to live next!

The living have everything, all the domination, all the wealth, fame and status of the vanquished, even their wives and daughters. All of them will be inherited by others, and those who are defeated have only one ending, and that is death, and they can't even choose the way to die.

Faced with this way of survival, Azule had no fear in his heart, and even a little weird excitement.

A weak-hearted steppe lord will not bring blessings to the people of his tribe and bring any so-called good life.

On the contrary, they should bring only pain, calamity, and the destruction of their families.

Ever since I was born, I have been honored immensely. But with great power comes great responsibility. He is the son of the Shuofeng Department, the next Shuofeng Lord.

On his shoulders is the future destiny of a grassland tribe, the battlefield fate of 300,000 grassland children, the stable life of millions of tribal people, and Uncle Abba's ardent hope for his future.

The soft-footed sheep on the grassland can only be slaughtered by others, and they can only flee in the wilderness when they encounter danger, while the tiger can deter the beasts and dominate the grassland.

Azule no longer has any worries about the future war in his heart, he will be happy in this life, how can he cower and be born proud, and he is not afraid of those things that will happen in the future, fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, and the joy is endless!

Have fun in this life!

The Maharaja of the Wind sat silently at Azule's face as he walked in from the tent, but he did not bother.

After all, he will be old, so who should hand over the future of the tribe to Azule, but if he can't afford to shoulder this huge family business, how can he rest assured that he will go to his aunt.

The most important task of each tribe in the steppe is to train the next generation of successors.

Choose one of the most ferocious and treacherous wolf cubs among the many sons, temper and polish them, and finally entrust the future of the entire tribe to him. Let him lead the tribe to continue to survive in this Hanzhou grassland.

This is a great thing that every ruler will inevitably and go all out to accomplish.

An excellent inheritor will often change and protect the fate of his tribe in the face of endless natural and man-made disasters in the vast Hanzhou grassland, and in the face of inter-tribal wars that occur all the time.

And the greatest hatred in the steppe is to attack and kill the prince and prince of a tribe.

The Lord of the Wind had a very simple idea in his heart, just to let his people live a happy and healthy life, and bring them the supreme glory and honor.

And the people of the Shuofeng Department also want to become like the sages around the former king, follow the steps of the king, create immortal achievements, and leave a name in history!

Originally, the Lord of Shuofeng was still full of worries, but when he saw Azule, who had already cheered up, he was overjoyed.

"Azul, Abba knows that you have early wisdom, and you must also know the rules of our grassland, we can't take a step back, and if we take a step back, jackals will pounce on us and tear our flesh and blood.

When your grandma left, I promised her to take good care of you, but sooner or later Abba will be old, and your uncle will be old, and we can't protect you for the rest of your life, so we can only rely on yourself.

Abba believes that you will surpass your ancestors and become the pride and glory of my Shuofeng Division, and take the royal banner of my Shuofeng Division, so that it will reappear in the whole grassland, the world, and the world! ”

The Lord of the Wind walked up to Azule, smiled gently, and said in a leisurely tone.

"Abba, I have understood, I will not disappoint you, uncle, grandma, and my Shuofeng people."

Azule raised his head and smiled, and said in a firm tone, "I will let the wolf flag of the Wind Department reappear in the world!" ”

"Hahaha, it's good that my son has this ambition.

Azul, you must remember that the great man acts, judging right and wrong, no matter how powerful; On obedience and disobedience, regardless of success or failure; On eternity, no matter a lifetime. ”

Lord Shuofeng said in a sonorous voice, "No matter when, there are millions of Shuofeng people behind you, you can lose, but you can't die!" ”

Azule had a stunned expression, "Why can you lose, isn't there nothing left if you lose!" ”

The Lord of the Wind got up with his hands behind his back, glanced at Asul, and said leisurely.

"If you lose, you may not die, but if you die, you will never want to win again, Azule, do you know? The wolves of the steppe are the most ferocious when they are hungry! ”

Looking at Azul who was lost in thought, Lord Shuofeng chuckled, patted Azul on the shoulder, and spoke again.

"Tomorrow is the first time you will go out to lead the army, I know that you must have a lot of worries in your heart, I will only tell you one word, this is what I have realized for half my life."

Azul raised his head straight, his eyes staring, waiting for the next sentence, and when the Great Wind King walked out, he paused and said.

"Wagging the tail and begging for mercy will throw it to the bone, and if it barks wildly, it will be a big stick!"