For the Sakrand Empire, Boi and the vast expanse of the Great Green Sea were the East;

But the centaurs... Or maybe the four-hoofed people know better, to the east of the great green sea, there is also a barren land full of sand, hills, and gray-white land covered with ice and snow all year round.

Moor... Or according to the name of the Sakran Empire, the centaur Gobi... Beyond here and further east, there is a world of yellow sand and storms.

The blood sun was falling, and the centaurs of the Red Flame Banner finally returned to their "hometown" after a three-day long journey.

Looking at the people who had silently stopped behind him, Chakar, who was expressionless, raised his head and looked at the boundary line that separated "green" and "gray" in the distance.

a sprawling "city";

No, that's not a "city", that's a kingdom;

A house made up of countless tents, four-wheelers, four-hoofed people... Scattered all over the mountains, countless figures surround a huge "Golden Horde", a "moving" kingdom.

It was the "king's tent" of the four-hoofed people.

In the lonely and empty wilderness, the color of the tents and wheels was indistinguishable from the dull gravel, if it were not for the smoke wafting in the sky, if it were not for the roar of the moving stove, if it were not for the figure of the warriors of the four-hoofed people who could already be seen......

This huge royal tent looks more like a monster slowly wriggling on the earth.

Or this is the essence of the centaur tribe - relying on the flesh and blood of all living beings, pouring out the desires of the whole body with killing, and entrenching in the wilderness and longing for a fertile and rich territory, is the ultimate goal of the entire centaur tribe.

Chakar sighed, his eyes were extremely complicated, and he subconsciously clenched the spear in his hand.

The only thing he knew for sure was that the recall of him to the King's Tent was not just for the sake of "serving in front of the battle", and Chakar could sense the smell of conspiracy in the herald's tough tone.

Want to gamble?

Although he experienced the fiasco of Thousand Tent City, which damaged the reputation of Chiyan Banner, his subordinates were not injured, and with the escape of Bailang Banner joining, his strength was even a few points stronger than before.

Even if the Great Khan sensed that he wanted to overthrow him, with the Chiyan Banner, one of the "Four Banners", behind him, he would not dare to act lightly.

With great trepidation, Chakar sighed deeply and headed in the direction of the king's tent.

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"The noble and great Great Khan of the Four Hoofs, your humble servant, Chakar of the Red Flame Banner, has returned!"

In the dimly lit tent, Chakar knelt down with his front hooves and humbly lowered his head, while stealthily glancing at the old and decrepit Great Khan in front of him, and the figures hiding in the shadows.

"On your orders, I have commanded the 40,000 people of the Chiyan Banner to return from the Great Green Sea, and the ghosts of 100,000 two-legged people along the way are all prostrate on the ground, shouting the prestige of my Great Khan!"

Chakar's reverent words echoed through the tent, and the dead silence became even more eerie.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chakar saw six figures in the shadows - not only himself, but all the five banner masters except for Basayeh had returned.

Withdrawing all the troops from the Great Green Sea, is this to give up all the chassis that has just been occupied?

As for the sixth figure... It was a two-legged man.

Chakar knew him, or there was no four-hoofed man who didn't know about him—it was the two-legged man who called himself the "Apostle" who had brought the four-hoofed men iron armor and all sorts of steel weapons, ballistas, and even trebuchets from the dwarves.

Not only that, but the two-legged man also has a terrifying "spell", and compared to him, the tricks of the four-legged shamans are no different from jokes.

It was his strength and the sudden rainstorm on a cloudless sunny day that allowed the Four Hoofers to completely defeat the leader of the Two-Legged Men Varna and his grandson in a single battle.

This two-legged man has thus become the new "Great Shaman" of the Four Hoofers, and he is also the Great Khan's most favored cronies.

"Chakar, you're doing a great job. The hoarse and deep voice of the Centaur Great Khan sounded, causing Chakar to quickly lower his head a little deeper:

"I'm going to reward you. ”

"You don't. Chakar hurriedly spoke: "The humble Chakar is only a servant of the Great Khan, and he will never dare to ......."

"I want you to command the army of the four-hooves, except for all the elites of the seven banners except for the White Wave Banner, and once again defeat the leader of the two-legged people, László Varna!"

The Great Khan didn't pay any attention to his words, and his cold and numb voice continued: "I want to let the blood of the two-legged man be sprinkled all over the earth, and let the great green sea with abundant water and grass in the coming year become the pasture of the four-hoofed man." ”

"I... I want you to kill all the two-legged men!"

The heavy voice fell, and in the dead silence of the tent, Chakar frowned.

If you want to kill all the two-legged people, why do you have to withdraw yourself?

What's more, there are thousands of two-legged people in the Great Green Sea, how can they kill the light... And what's the point of doing that, why not take them all and turn them into slaves in the service of the four-hoofers?

Of course, Chakar would never dare to say this in front of the Great Khan.

"With all due respect, Venerable Great Khan......" Swallowing his saliva, Chakar said with great difficulty: "If we really want to kill all the two-legged men, we shouldn't have started a decisive battle with Varna so soon. ”

"Every day he goes to the Great Green Sea, more Two-Legged people scattered on the grassland will come to him, and when he has gathered all the Two-Legged People who are still alive, wouldn't it be better for us to slaughter them all?"

Chakar thought about these words for a long time, and what he said was very self-satisfied.

"Chakar... Are you questioning my decision?"

"Don't dare ——!!!!"

Chakar, who was extremely uneasy, quickly knelt down nervously, his eyes widened and he didn't even dare to breathe, and his head sank to the ground:

"Your humble servant and the Red Flame Banner just want to do a modest part in the rise of the Four Hoofers! Besides, Varna is still marching towards the king's tent, and we don't need to leave immediately to meet the battle!"

"On the contrary, another two-legged army, under the command of the descendant of the devil in the south, Turin, has penetrated deep into the Great Green Sea, completely annihilating the remnants of the White Wave Banner and occupying the barren hill camp!"

Chakar hurriedly spoke, even to the point of not choosing a word: "If you want to guarantee the defeat of Varna's army, you must first annihilate this support army in Turin - otherwise, if he sneaks into our rear, he will directly threaten the supply line that has been built up with great difficulty!"

"That's not an enemy you need to think about. ”

Abrupt words suddenly interjected.

Chakar raised his eyes slightly in surprise, and the two-legged man in the shadows stood in front of him, just blocking the figure of the Great Khan:

"All you have to do is lead the army and defeat László Varna, understand?"

"Loren Turin... He is my enemy. ”

Chakar frowned, confusion in his eyes.

I remember that the Great Khan had never let anyone speak when he was talking, and no one dared to stand in front of him... In his absence, what did this "apostle" do to make the Great Khan so dependent on him?

"Venerable Great Shaman, Your Excellency the Apostle, you may know Loren Turin well, but you may not know his tactics on the battlefield. ”

Confused, Chakar cautiously spoke: "I fought him twice, and although I failed to win, I have already figured out his tactics - Loren Torino, he is a very difficult enemy, and any accident will ......"

"Didn't I say that clearly enough, reptile?"

The cold voice became impatient: "Take those ignorant barbarian beasts, and do your best to kill the cavalry of Boi-Loren Turin, you are not his opponent, understand?!"

"You?!"

Hearing this, the enraged Chakar was suddenly shocked: "You damn two-legged man, how dare you ......"

He didn't finish.

Because when Chakar broke out, he was shocked to find that there was still a dead silence in the camp - the surrounding Great Khan and the various banner lords did not even have a single mouth!

"You, you, everyone, Great Khan......"

Looking back suddenly, Chakar saw that all the banner lords and the Great Khan in the camp had faces that were indifferent to numbness, looking at him intently.

Their eyes are all black and white.