The Power of the Origin!

Thinking of this, Qin Ran's heart tightened. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He still can't understand what the power of the origin is, but the power of the source is undoubted, if it weren't for the arrogance of the king of the grassland, I'm afraid he would have died long ago.

Even if you have the Ring of the Serpent King, it's the same.

After all, the [Molting] of the [Ring of the Serpent King] also has a cooldown time.

One week!

In this time, it was enough for the King of the Prairie to break him into ten thousand pieces.

Qin Ran didn't doubt the grassland king's hatred for him at all.

Carefully placed the [Unknown Parchment] into the [Red Oni's Stomach Pouch].

Although the Earl of Xilin beside him should also be proficient in grassland writing, Qin Ran would definitely not ask the other party for advice.

The other party couldn't make Qin Ran fully trust.

Even if the other party shows an extremely sense of honor, it is the same.

What's more, Qin Ran has a better candidate in his heart: Mary!

The girl is familiar with the steppe script.

This point was confirmed by Qin Ran on the way to Lerdry before.

In fact, not only the prairie script, but even the languages of several countries around Warren, the girl knows a little bit about it.

This is naturally thanks to the other party's mother.

The mother, who was once the chief of the Raven Sect, absolutely spared no effort in teaching her daughter.

Moreover, it is still ...... Successful!

With the help of the fire crow's vision returning to the battlefield, Qin Ran clearly saw everything that happened outside the Thunder Fortress-

The steppe people have bombed the camp!

The death of Leer beer did not come without a sound, and many people saw it.

The general, who made the steppe people tremble themselves, lay outside the cowhide tent, the corpse separated, and the blood flowed like a stream, drenching the surrounding ground.

The disappearing white giant wolf still terrified the guards.

Their cries attracted more attention from the prairie people.

Then, many grassland people found out that something was wrong.

Some steppe leaders did not appear.

The good hands of the snake faction completed their assassination mission as promised.

The steppe leaders died silently in their tents, and when the rest of the people came to check, their foreheads and backs were wet with cold sweat.

"This is the wrath of the wolf god!"

"The wolf god won't allow us to fight here anymore!"

A guard who had seen the white wolf kill Leerbeer shouted loudly.

Then, he ran to his tent, took his war horse and weapons, and patted his horse in the direction of the grassland.

It's like dominoes.

A small change that set off a chain reaction.

More people followed the guard's example.

Among them were some of the chiefs of the tribes.

The wolf god has the supreme majesty and authority on the grassland, and is the belief of almost all grassland people.

Greed, though, can pollute faith.

Some clan leaders withdrew with their own men, but many more chose to stay.

They couldn't part with Warren's wealth.

Those who want to go, those who want to stay.

The entire steppe camp fell into chaos, especially those tribes that had lost the restrictions of the clan leaders, which became the source of chaos.

Their eyes were reddened as they stared at the still living tribal leaders.

Some words of agitation have come from some places.

"The big tribes want to annex us!"

"Think of that charge a few days ago!"

"They sent our warriors to their deaths and then took possession of our riches...... This time, it's the same! ”

……

The shadows of the crow faction have been active.

Then, the steppe people who had lost their leaders grew resentful.

Because, after the charge on the Thunder Fortress a few days ago, they saw it with their own eyes, and even, they were still some vested interests.

The harvest was wonderful.

Can once you lose ......

That's absolutely unbearable.

Burst!

Blood spurted and the head flew high.

The leader of a steppe man was slashed, and the strong man with a scimitar looked at the people around him with a smirk.

"Seymour, what are you doing?"

People around shouted.

"What for?"

"Ladies of the Thousand Wolf Tribe, are we still waiting here for the butcher's knife to fall?"

"The leader has been harmed by these greedy jackals, and we are still going to be indifferent and wait for them to divide up our horses, weapons, cattle and sheep?"

Seymour yelled.

The sound spread like a wave, and there was silence all around.

"Don't!"

"Don't!"

Several shouts rang out sporadically, followed by a loud chorus.

"Very good, we don't want to be slaughtered, we want to protect our cattle and sheep, we want to go back to the grassland of the Thousand Wolf Tribe, to our fertile soil...... Whoever dares to stand in front of us is our enemy! ”

The young and ambitious Seymour mounted his horse.

He already had in his heart that after returning to the grassland with these people, he would dominate a grassland.

But an arrow shattered the young man's dreams.

"Ahh

Seymour clutched the poisoned arrow that had pierced his chest and fell from his horse.

Everyone in the Thousand Wolf Tribe was stunned.

Then, anger filled their hearts, and they all looked to the place where the arrow had been fired, and it was their enemy, the Moon Owl tribe, who had fought no less than ten times for the fertile pasture where the Thousand Wolf Tribe was now located.

Anger, hatred.

Mixed together, what will it be?

"Kill!"

With a burst of cheers, the warriors of the Thousand Wolf Tribe rushed towards the Moon Owl Tribe.

In the face of the menacing Thousand Wolf Tribe, the Moon Owl Tribe, whose leader had just been killed by Seymour, was not weakly attacked.

New hatred plus old hatred, what is there to say.

The leaders of the surrounding tribes looked at each other, and they all saw the vigilance and malice on each other's faces.

At this time, only the king of the steppe can quell such chaos.

With its own prestige and strength.

It's a pity......

The King of the Prairie is dead.

Chaos, as it was inevitable, swept through the entire Prairie camp.

……

Thunder Fortress saw such chaos.

They were prepared.

But I was still nervous and afraid.

Putting on a piece of armor that didn't quite fit, Mary rode on a white warhorse, and she looked at the warriors.

Eyes swept over everyone's faces.

Nervous, fearful, she empathizes.

But that's not an excuse for her to give up.

2567 has done enough for her.

Next, she had to do it herself.

Took a deep breath.

The girl shouted.

"Ladies and gentlemen, here's our chance!"

"This is our only chance!"

"Behind us are civilians who have not yet been evacuated, and among them may be your family, neighbors, friends, and loved ones! Ahead lies a chaotic enemy, an enemy that could be killed by us with a single blow, or an enemy that could swallow us up...... I can't tell you more, but I can assure you - instead of cheering on the battlefield of victory, we will gather in the Land of the Dead! ”

"I take Mary, the heir to the Warren royal family. James's name swears to you! ”

A childish voice echoed inside the Thunder Fortress.

Squeak!

With the sound of the winch turning, the humble gates of the Thunder Fortress opened.

A white warhorse, carrying a young female knight, rushed out like an arrow.

Behind......

The sound of horses' hooves thundered. (To be continued.) )