The news of the defeat of the cavalry of the Storm Plains soon spread throughout the grassland, as the so-called good things do not go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, under the impetus of people with hearts, the eastern grasslands soon got the news, the cavalry of the Storm Plain was defeated by Shurima, and there was even news that the cavalry of the Storm Plains had been torn apart by Shurima, and Shurima would soon occupy the Storm Plains.

The number of stone altars gradually hid in the eastern part of the Storm Plains, and it was not only a place of prayer, but also a place for some people to speak, and on a small stone altar, an impassioned young man was talking passionately, and below the stone altar, dozens of herdsmen were listening intently, and occasionally echoing a cheer.

"Are we born to be exploited by the so-called aristocracy? Are we born inferior to them? No, we are no different from them, our birth can only determine our status when we are born, but it will never determine our future life, as long as we work hard, as long as we resist, the height of our starting point may not be very high, but the height of our end, they may need to look up. The young man said with a flushed face waving his fist, while all the herdsmen below echoed in a loud voice.

Not far from the stone altar, several people stood casually, watching the speeches on the stone altar, neither as excited nor indifferent as the herdsmen.

"It's really amazing, in order to grab votes, I have begun to do whatever it takes, and even used it in public speeches." Ax sighed and said that Ax felt like watching the presidential election in the United States on TV at this time, although there were not many viewers, but the atmosphere was unexpectedly warm.

"I think there's some truth to what he said, at least, not by being bound by his origin." Old John nodded, seeming to agree with the young man's point of view.

"It's just to deceive the people, it looks beautiful, but the result is not as good as he said, hard work, and it also requires capital, especially in this era at the cost of life, in the end, the result of most people is to bloom their lives in the form of fireworks in an instant." Aix pursed his lips and said disdainfully.

"But in the end, some people will succeed and become superior beings." Old John said disapprovingly.

"Yes, and then become the person they are now talking about to surpass." Aix's words made old John stunned, but he didn't know how to continue, these herdsmen are now cursing the tribal leaders who oppress them, but when they become tribal leaders, they will also oppress the herdsmen under him, so their goals seem to become very ridiculous, and the cursed words are almost like cursing their own dreams.

The speech was soon over, and the young speaker walked down the stone altar satisfied, apparently satisfied with what he had just done, but, just as the smile on the young man's face had not faded, a sharp sound suddenly sounded, and then suddenly fell, and a bloody hole appeared on the young speaker's forehead.

The old man who had killed the young speaker did not hesitate to retreat into the distance after determining that his target was dead, but as soon as he took a step, he retracted the leg he had stepped out of at twice the speed, and a magical beam of light shot into the ground almost against the surface of his foot, leaving a deep hole in the grass.

"Who?" The old man looked ahead, and soon, a few small dots quickly enlarged, it turned out to be three grassland sacrifices, although these three people were wearing sacrificial black robes, but they were a little different from the sacrifices in charge of preaching in the Voodoo Land, and they were more aggressive.

After discovering the old man, these black-robed priests did not have any intention of asking, and directly attacked the old man, and each attack was aimed at killing the old man, and it seemed that there was no intention of leaving a living mouth.

The cooperation of the three priests is very tacit, and the strength of the three is not as good as the old man, but the joint efforts of the three make all the old man's attacks useless, but the attacks of the three can always bring huge trouble to the old man. Suddenly, after a sudden onslaught and forced the three of them back, the old man chose to retreat directly.

"Chase." The three black-robed priests did not hesitate, and after seeing the old man fleeing, they quickly chased after him, and the three of them seemed to never allow the old man to leave alive, even if they knew that the speed of the three of them was somewhat inferior, they chased after him.

After seeing the black-robed priest and the assassin all leave, the panicked herdsmen gradually became emboldened, and began to point in the direction where several people left, and under the guidance of some well-intentioned people, they identified the assassin as Shurima's side, and the purpose was to destroy the unity of the eastern part of the Storm Plains, otherwise, it would be more difficult to occupy the entire steppe.

"Shurima is so rampant that he openly hurts the speaker, we must not allow this kind of thing to continue, the blood debt must be paid in blood. At the same time, we must not spare those who try to cooperate with Shurima, and we will never allow them to exchange our bones for Shurima's reward. Everywhere, similar rhetoric has almost taken over, and it is clear that these statements are directed at the side of the minor monks who intend to ally with Shurima.

And once the people are provoked to anger, they will always become blind, and the assassination is still vivid, and it has started a long time ago, it is difficult not to suspect that this is Shurima is planning for the next battle, because the chaos in the Storm Plains is the most beneficial for Shurima, coupled with the news that the boiling Shurima is about to fight, even those who don't believe it will have some doubts.

At the same time, the impression that the little monk was too young and did not know the sinister heart began to arise among the herdsmen, at this time, in the eyes of the herdsmen, the little monk was just his own child, although he was still very loved, but he no longer wanted to worship as a faith. This is tantamount to God falling from the altar and becoming a man again.

"My lord, why aren't you in a hurry, the current situation is very unfavorable for you, although we have tried our best to clarify, but some people always come out to confuse the public, with little effect, and now, you can only come forward to clarify this matter." One of the little monk's subordinates anxiously persuaded the little monk.