On this day, the rain seemed to be about to stop, and the birds began to chirp after being silent for more than ten days.

One of the Bagan men stepped out of the tent, glanced at the gray sky, and whispered something. Occasionally, he turned his head and saw more than two dozen large monsters moving slowly in the distance, heading towards their camp.

"Oh my God, look, what is that!" The man of the bargan exclaimed, his eyes widened in surprise.

The massive monsters were the size of seven or eight tents, hexagonal shapes, wrapped in wool felt, and soaked in the rain.

Hearing the exclamation of the Nabagan people, some people came out of the tent one after another, sleepy-eyed, and their unkempt hair looked decadent.

Soon, more Bagan people were alarmed, and they all came out of their tents and looked into the distance.

More than 20 behemoths, moving neither hurriedly nor slowly, swaying leisurely, seem to be some 10,000-year-old turtles playing in the mountains and rivers.

Because they were all wrapped up, they couldn't figure out whether these clumsy fellows were pulled by oxen or horses.

After about a cup of tea, the behemoths slowly entered the camp of the Bagan people, stopped in the middle of hundreds of tents, and formed a huge circle.

Unaware of the danger, the Bagan stood in front of their tents, staring dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

They whispered, pointed, and slightly reserved.

There was an old man, shaking two ridiculous lap legs, slowly walked up to a big monster and asked.

The big monsters were silent, silent.

The rain was about to stop, but it hadn't stopped, and the dripping rain fell on the wool felt outside the big monster, splashing a little misty splash, which was even more extraordinary.

The old man drew a bronze dagger and scolded loudly, slowly approaching one of the big monsters.

He smelled a strong smell of livestock, mixed with the wet air, like the smell of cow dung. And, of course, there's a distinct smell of lamb.

At this moment, in the distance, a long team of mules appeared, carrying large bags and small boxes on their backs, struggling in the mud, slowly walking towards this side.

The mules seemed to have been walking in the long rain for many days, covered in mud, and staggering along the road, and at first glance they had exhausted their physical strength, and they might fall down at any moment, and die of convulsions.

There were only two people in the group of mules to take care of it, and they came slowly.

One of the big monsters moved slowly, opening up a gap for the mules to enter the circle, and then silently plugged the gap.

"Caravan!" Suddenly, someone roared and drew a bronze dagger from the ground.

The people of Bagan immediately began to riot and began to scramble for weapons. They had received orders from the Hazhnahai patriarch to kill the caravan and take their belongings.

For a while, the scene was a little chaotic. The men of the Bagan panicked and rushed out of the tent with their weapons and surrounded the caravan. The old men, the women, and the children crowded into the tent door with some curiosity, looking at the behemoths.

On horseback, the Bargans are all good men, but now they look like some stunted toads, and the hoop legs look especially obvious.

No one thought of stepping on horseback, a caravan, and it was not worth their army.

A dozen of the Bagens pounced on the massive monsters, poking them with javelins and spears, and stabbing with bronze daggers, but to no avail. The monsters wrapped in thick wool felt were too tough, and the time they had been soaked in the rain for too long was so wet that the weapons poked on them could only make a splash.

More and more Bagan people are on the move, coming from all directions, weapons in hand.

Killing the people of the caravan and robbing them of their goods was the order of the Khazhnau Sea Patriarch and the desire of their hearts.

The favorite thing about these jackals on the grassland is to kill people and steal goods.

Seeing that hundreds of jackals are about to rush to him, if they don't stop it, even if they use their shoulders, they will overturn these behemoths.

In a big monster, a man finally came out, looking very young, dressed in a leopard-skin robe, with a spoonful of wine, standing behind a thick railing, looking at the Bagan people with a smile.

The Bargan man stopped fluttering and looked at the young man with some curiosity, his face full of suspicion.

"Brothers of the Bagen people, my name is Guo Yang, and I am here to deliver good things to everyone." Guo Yang looked up at the sky, took a sip of wine, and said.

The Bagan people were a little overwhelmed, and many of them also looked up at the sky, but saw nothing but gray clouds.

"I made an agreement with your Harinaohai patriarch to give you a large amount of salt and grain, and we will make friends." Guo Yang said lightly, in one sentence, half of the sentence used the words of the grassland people, which sounded a little funny.

Still, the Bagan people understood. They were hesitant to rush up and kill the merchant, or wait and kill him.

Just when the people of Bagen hesitated, Guo Yang took out a knife and raised it high.

On the gray grassland, the white light of the knife was not too dazzling, but it was enough to make the Bagan people short of breath.

Especially the dozens of Bagan people standing recently, looking at the knife, their heartbeats accelerated, licking their lips with difficulty, and involuntarily took a big step forward.

"Brothers of the Bagen people, this knife is made of meteorite iron from the sky, and after thousands of tempers, it is really a knife from the sky!" Guo Yang said loudly, turned over his hand and took out a bronze sword, and with a slight wave, he slashed at the knife.

In the stunned eyes of the Bagan people, the bronze sword that looked good quality snapped and broke in two.

Guo Yang casually threw the half-truncated sword to the ground without even looking at it, as if it was a lump of cow dung, which was not worth holding in his hand at all.

A man of the Bagan hesitated and walked over, picked up the two bronze swords, and looked at them carefully for a moment, a look of greed and fanaticism on his face.

"The knife in this merchant's hand is a treasure! Look, a fine bronze sword, a real sword, has been cut off! The man of Nabagan said loudly, holding two severed swords.

The Bagan people boiled, and they took several steps forward, clenching the weapons in their hands, and their eyes flashed with a greedy green light.

This group of jackals on the grassland is ready to rush forward.

However, at this time, Guo Yang pulled out another knife.

The two identical knives were held high by Guo Yang, which made these Bagen people a little dizzy.

Knives, that's a knife made from meteorite divine iron from the sky! Once he has it, then, this grassland will spread his fame!

The rain gradually stopped, but the moisture on the grass began to diffuse, blurring the two knives a little.

The man took two more steps forward, trying to get to see the two knives.

"There are two knives, one of which I will present to the noble Patriarch of Hazhnaohai, and the other to the most valiant of you." Guo Yang made the two knives clank and said in a deep voice.

His voice was not loud, but it was full of confidence, so that nearly 2,000 people in Bagen could listen carefully.

The Bagen people looked at each other and looked at Guo Yang with some confusion.

The businessman's words were a bit twisty, and they didn't quite understand them for a while.

"This knife of the Hazhnaohai Patriarch, I will give it to him with my own hands later. As for this one, which of you wants? Guo Yang smiled and put away one knife and held the other high.

This time, the people of Bagan understood that this hateful businessman actually wanted to use a knife to sow discord!

The people of Bargan probably knew in their hearts that everyone was eager to tear the trouble-making businessman to pieces, but when their eyes looked at the knife, their thoughts changed strangely.

What they were thinking about now was no longer to kill the merchant, but how to kill the others who wanted to fight for the knife and take the knife from the depths of the sky for themselves.

The scene was a little strange for a while, and the Bagan people distanced themselves a little from each other, guarding each other.

"The knife, made of heavenly iron, has been tempered thousands of times, accepted the baptism of wind and thunder, poured the enthusiasm of heaven, and represents courage and fame. Whoever has such a knife, his name, like the name of the Hazhnaohai patriarch, will be sung by people from all directions! ”

Guo Yang's tone was full of instigation and temptation, this is the words of the real devil.

"In the future, who will be able to resist your groundbreaking sword? Who dares to be arrogant in front of you? No, brothers of the Bagen, this knife, which represents the sky and the earth, will be a symbol of your status, a symbol of true warriors! ”

"Other people's weapons, whether they are bullshit bronze or things of any material, in front of your knife, they are all waste, not much harder than the neck of a lamb."

"With a slight wave, the enemy's weapon will turn into two pieces of shit, and the enemy's throat will be gently slit, and before he has time to scream, he will die silently like a lamb."

"Knives, real knives, only true warriors can have!"

"Although, I know, you Bagan people, everyone is a hero, and all of you are the real Batel of the steppe. But stretch out your palm and see if our ten fingers are a little uneven? ”

"Yes, though they are all fingers, some fingers are only good for pinching those spears, and some are only good for grabbing cow dung like those slaves. And some fingers, in addition to the Hazhnaohai Patriarch, there are five fingers that can firmly grasp this knife! ”

Guo Yang's words were a little confusing, and many of the words of the grassland people were used in the wrong place, and there were obvious grammatical errors.

But no one questioned it, because there was a devil hidden in his voice, and the quiet devil began to tempt the people of Bagan, so that they could not distinguish the real from the fake for a while.

His speech was full of passion and emotion, which made the people of Bagan fascinated, and there was only that ...... in their eyes Knife!

The people of Bagen were intoxicated by Guo Yang's seductive speech, staring at the bright knife.

No one noticed that in the distance, farther away, some shadowy thieves had crept into the stables of the Bargans and taken away their horses.

Guo Yang brandished the knife, and the corner of his eye inadvertently swept into the distance, and smiled mysteriously.

"Who will be the true owner of this knife? Who will become the myth of this grassland for eternity?! Guo Yang suddenly roared loudly, full of confidence, and his voice resounded through the four fields.

There was a sound of "fluttering", and on the calm water surface of Ah Rishan Haizi, a group of waterfowl were so frightened that they flew up.