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The number of people participating in the celebration was more than 100,000, and now it was very noisy, and the shouts of ordinary people could only be heard from a few tens of meters away, but the young man's understated voice almost covered a radius of several miles, so that everyone here could clearly hear his words.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the high platform, and most of them didn't know where the Mountain of Soul Returning was, but they could clearly feel the strength of the person who was speaking.

What kind of strength is this?

Those on the stage who came to congratulate shook their heads vigorously to sober themselves up. However, when they looked at the young man again, the doubts and disdain in their eyes had faded, and only horror and caution remained, and no one dared to look at the two women beside the young man anymore.

The young man smiled lightly, holding the wine glass steadily in his hand.

Hum! The armored woman suddenly let out a low cold snort, and everyone realized that they were at a loss and rude, and hurriedly got up and raised the cups on the table.

"For the revival of Nemo!" The young man raised his glass, then raised his head and drank the wine from his glass.

"For the revival of Nemo!"

"For the revival of Nemo!"

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Seeing this, the crowd hurriedly complied, responded loudly, drank the wine in their cups, and quickly changed their faces to a smirk.

The men and women of the Nemo tribe heard tens of thousands of blessings, and their eyes welled up with tears in their eyes, and their emotions were difficult to calm down. Sannan's move was not only to put pressure on all the tribes at the scene, but also to fight for the name of the Nemo tribe with his own actions, and after this incident, everyone knew in their hearts that the weak Nemo tribe yesterday would no longer be bullied as in the past.

Those beautiful and dignified Nemo women all had a strange emotion in their hearts at this moment, although they knew that this idea was unrealistic, but it did not prevent them from having a feeling of admiration for the hero who saved their race.

The woman seemed to be naturally sensitive to this, and Ji Tieyi and Mei Dongen soon noticed those strange glances from the audience, and couldn't help but slowly lean towards Sang Nan's side.

Seeing that the purpose of deterrence had been achieved, Sang Nan was thinking about how to subdue the northern tribes later, but suddenly felt that there were two more small hands around his waist, one on each side, and he was pinching his fat hard.

His face twitched twice, and then he regained his previous indifference, looking at the crowd on the stage, maintaining a mysterious smile.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Alan took Diana and other clansmen as the patriarch of the Nemo tribe, and began to wander around the banquet, toasting and greeting, and communicating frequently with the representatives of various tribes.

On the high platform, the generals of Sang Dong kept pulling the aliens around them, drinking and chatting, and communicating with each other about some things, and these aliens also took the opportunity to inquire about the origin of the Sang tribe, but Sang Dong and the others were very tight, and only said that they were from the Soul Mountain of the Arctic Sea, and did not answer anything else. Seeing that they could not inquire about anything substantial, these aliens were a little disappointed in their hearts, and they exchanged glances with each other and shook their heads from time to time.

Sang Nan sat on the main seat and ate the food, secretly observing all this, and laughed secretly in his heart, he knew that these aliens could not figure out the depth of the Sang tribe, and they did not dare to express their position easily. But he was not in a hurry, believing that after a while, they would change their minds.

After a while, a big man dressed in animal skins and with a leopard's head and eyes stood up from the table with a wine glass, strode up to Sang Nan, made a special salute, and then said with a smile:

"Lord Sang, I am the envoy of the Xikun tribe, Morissan, on behalf of the Xikun people, I salute you, and I also wish that we and the San, Nemo, and Sumei can form a friendly brotherly state for generations."

Sannan remembered this Morissan, and Alan had introduced these races to him before the banquet. It is said that Xikun is a nomadic tribe in the northwestern border of Tigris, the whole tribe has only more than 100,000 people, relying on horse breeding and horse sales for a living, weak but very united, and the tribe of both men and women, all fine riding and shooting, so ordinary people will not provoke them.

As soon as Morrisan spoke, the voice in the banquet suddenly weakened, and everyone pricked up their ears to hear what Sannan had to say.

"Envoy Morissan, I am very grateful for the goodwill unleashed by the Xikun people, and I hope that the two sides can coexist peacefully. In return for this kindness, I plan to make a deal with the Xikun people. Sannan sat in his position, did not get up, and said to Morissan, who looked at him suspiciously:

"I've heard that the Xikun tribe is rich in war horses, right? I don't know what the price of the best war horse is? ”

Do? Is this a trade to be made?

When everyone heard this answer, they were extremely surprised. They originally thought that after showing his strong strength, Sang Nan would put forward some harsh requirements for himself like the original Nice clan, of course, Mo Lisan also thought of this, so he took the initiative to show favor, hoping that the other party would be more tolerant and not go too far, but who would have thought that he would get such a reply.

He froze, not knowing what to answer.

"Why don't you speak?" Suddenly, Ji Tieyi asked.

"Huh?" Mo Lisan suddenly came back to his senses, and saw that the armored woman was looking at him, her eyes were full of endless killing intent, he couldn't help but shudder, and suddenly realized that the two women beside the young man were probably not good at stubble, and that killing intent could not deceive people.

"That, that, 800 citrine coins per horse." Morrissan replied in a trembling voice.

"How many are there?" Sang Nan asked with a smile.

"There are 2,000 horses." Morrissan replied.

"Only so little?" Sang Nan frowned slightly.

"How much do you need?" Morrisan asked curiously.

"50,000 horses!" Sang Nan looked at him and said lightly.

"So much?" This time it was not only Morissan, but everyone at the scene showed surprised expressions.

What does he want so many war horses for? Is it to form cavalry?

Ignoring the reaction of the crowd, Sannan said to Morissan: "Messenger of Morissan, do you know how many cavalry we have sent to defeat the Nices? ”

"How many cavalry?" Morisan didn't know the details of the previous battle, and in his opinion, if the San wanted to take down the Nices, they would need 100,000 people, but he didn't answer truthfully, "Is it 50,000?" 20,000? ”

"No, we only sent 4,000 cavalry, and we defeated the cities of Nice."

"What? Only 4000 cavalry? Are you kidding! The scene fell into discussion again, and the leaders of the clans at the banquet whispered to Sang Dong, Li Yuanru and others to confirm the matter, and when they heard that before the battle, the Nemo tribe had only bought 4,000 blood red devils, everyone fell silent.

4,000 cavalry defeated the Nices, and if there were 50,000 cavalry, wouldn't they be able to wipe out all the Cents?

"Everyone present, if any of you can get a good breed war horse, you can trade it with me, and the price is absolutely fair!" Sang Nan looked at the crowd and slowly raised the small shovel. (To be continued.) )