"Yingzi, then sue Sù Snoff, I can be the king of this Si, but I can only be nominal, and then I must be allowed to leave." Wang Baoyu said.

Zhang Qiying passed the message, and Snoff was very happy, got up and shouted to the rear: "Slav! Slavic! ”

The ranks of the Luo tribe immediately followed the shout, Slavic, and the sound of excitement shook the entire valley, and immediately, the soldiers bowed together to pay homage to the Slavic king on the back of the tiger.

Snoff said something to one of his subordinates, and this person immediately took out a satin-wrapped thing, opened it and saw that it was a crown made of animal teeth and silk threads, Snoff bowed down and offered it, Wang Baoyu was not polite, and proudly wore it on his head.

The crown was a little big, covering Wang Baoyu's eyes, so he pushed it back, looking a little funny, but no one paid attention to this, and no one laughed at him, all of them looked respectful.

Since they have become a family, there is no need to be vigilant, the team is gathered in one place, led by Snoff, and goes straight to the largest gathering place of the Luo people.

Along the way, I listened to Snoff's narration that Wang Baoyu and others killed the invincible and most powerful vanguard of Oss, and the rest of the Oss team has now been basically defeated or wiped out, and it is difficult to form a scale.

Wang Baoyu was very willing to listen to such words, and if he became this Slavic king, he would also help destroy the enemy, but he was very reluctant.

After walking for about a day and a night, a fairly large tribe appeared in front of me, with tens of thousands of thatched huts next to each other, and the flow of people was crowded.

To the south of the tribe is a vast body of water, the lake is clear, and you can see the depth of dozens of meters underwater, like a bright eye. Nearby, on the gently rolling hills, covered with pines, spruces and birches, tens of thousands of swans gather on the sandy beach by the water's edge, and it is clear that there is no habit of hunting them.

It was a place with beautiful scenery, and Wang Baoyu couldn't help asking, "What kind of place is this?" ”

Slov replied with a name, saying that the place was called Baikal Daray, and the locals called it the Moon Sea. Because of the abundant water and grass and the beautiful environment, most of the people gather here.

Baikal Daray? Wang Baoyu thought for a moment, patted his head, and said, "Isn't this Lake Baikal!" ”

"Baoyu knows this?" Xiao Qiao asked in surprise.

"I know a little bit about it, and later generations have made up a lot of songs based on this lake, but it's a pity that I basically can't sing them." Wang Baoyu said.

Facing the team dressed in Oss costumes, the Luo people couldn't help but be nervous, and Snoff explained, and the clansmen realized that the legendary King of Tiger's Back was coming, and they immediately let out a burst of cheers.

People rushed to tell each other, and soon Wang Baoyu and others were surrounded by curiosity about the young Slavic king.

To celebrate, the Luo people hold a grand party, where tall girls draped in birch bark dance, and young people dance with firewood knives.

The old people were not idle, beating drums and singing old songs, and they were content.

After two hours of turmoil, the sacred ceremony of Wang Baoyu's coronation as a Slavic king began, and a group of people sang and danced around Wang Baoyu to a round stone pillar by the lake.

This stone pillar is known as the sacred stone by the locals, and it is said that when the water rises in August, the stone pillar will rotate with the waves of the water and make a crisp and pleasant sound.

Wang Baoyu sat on a raised stone platform under the holy stone, accepted the bow of the ten elders of the Luo people, and officially became the Slavic king, and later, the Luo people changed their name to the Slavic people, and the territory under their jurisdiction was also called the Slavic state.

After the ceremony, Snoff took Wang Baoyu to visit a statue on a nearby hill. Wang Baoyu thought it was the ancestor of a local man, but according to Slov, he told Wang Baoyu that the person who was about to visit was different from the Slavic king, and that he was a Han Chinese.

It's just a pity that the clansmen don't know the name of this Han man, who lived alone here for nineteen years and left behind a bark book, which brought the Luo out of the wilderness.

Therefore, Snoff believes that the Luo people and the Han people have always had a deep relationship, just like Wang Baoyu, who came down from the gods, defeated the Oss army, and he was the Slavic king, no matter where he deserved. Even in Snoff's opinion, this is providence.

In such a remote place, there are Han people who have lived for 19 years, presumably a tourist or an adventurer, which makes Wang Baoyu very admirable. When you come to the top of the hill, there is a stone statue carved from a white boulder, facing Lake Baikal and looking south.

The man in the sculpture is Han Chinese-looking, sixty years old, emaciated, with hair over his chest, wrapped in animal skins, holding a stick high in his hand, a large dog lying on his feet, and a flock of sheep carved in front of him.

"Oh, it's still a sheep herder." Wang Baoyu said casually.

Oh, Xu Shu exclaimed, excitedly threw his hand at the stone statue repeatedly, his eyes were a little wet, and only after Shi Li sighed and said: "Baoyu, I know who this person is, I really didn't expect to meet him here." ”

"Strategist, who the hell is it? It must be a big shot! Wang Baoyu couldn't help asking.

"It is the Han Guannei Hou Suwu, when he sent the Xiongnu, coincided with the Xiongnu civil strife, the Guannei Hou was implicated and detained, but refused to change the festival, and then was exiled for 19 years, icy and snowy, drinking snow and chewing skin, difficult to live, and finally returned, the people all went out of the city to greet each other, this person is really a model of loyalty and patriotism for later generations." Xu Shu's eyes were filled with tears of excitement.

"Su Wu shepherd!"

Wang Baoyu understood, such a great allusion happened here, Mr. Su Wu accompanied a flock of sheep alone, and lived a difficult life here for 19 years, refusing to change his original intention and submit to the Huns.

In Su Wu's hand is the envoy's talisman, and there are no decorations hanging on it, presumably Mr. Su Wu uses this talisman to drive the sheep every day, until all these decorations fall off and become a bare rough stick.

Wang Baoyu was solemn and solemnly bowed to the statue to show his respect from the bottom of his heart. After that, Wang Baoyu told the story of Su Wu to Snoff in detail, so that he and his people could remember this venerable Han man.

After worshipping Su Wu, Wang Baoyu returned to the Luo tribe, the big house in the middle of the tribe was cleaned up, Ma Yunlu and Zhang Qiying, of course, did not want to miss the honor of Wang Baoyu's first night as the king, and squeezed in to live together.

Wang Baoyu hugged left and right, it was really fast, and he enjoyed the blessings of all people, but at dawn, the Wind Tiger guarding outside the house suddenly let out a few huge tiger roars.