Muradili's eyes flickered a few times, and this momentary change in expression did not escape King Dargar's eyes.

An imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of King Dargar's mouth, he knew that his mind-attacking technique had worked, and he knew that he had spoken to Muradili's heart.

In the entire Pennsylvania tribe, only the leader of the sand wolf tribe is not hereditary, but a capable one.

The way they choose their leader is very primitive, even like the wolf clan, that is, anyone can challenge the leader.

Of course, if the challenge fails, then the end is quite miserable. Either they were expelled from the group or they were killed.

Muradili can still recall the time when he challenged the previous leader, it was a very dangerous battle, and if it wasn't for Muradili viciously blackmailing, he might not be alive now.

But winning is winning, after all, there is no such thing as poisoning a weapon.

Now that Muradili has been wounded, in the eyes of his men, he is no longer an unshakable fierce king, but a corrupt lord who has gone into decay.

As soon as you leave this palace and return to your territory, there will be challengers immediately, and even they can't wait to return to your territory!

As the leader of the Sand Wolf Tribe, Muradilik is well aware of the crazy bloodthirsty nature of his people.

He must first recover from his injuries and find himself a few reliable companions to prevent himself from being attacked!

However, in the past style of Muradili, either he succumbed to his obscenity, or he gathered for profit, and he did not have a reliable partner by his side.

In fact, Muradili himself does not believe in the reliability of any partner, in his opinion, only interests are the most reliable.

Now he had a tangible interest in his hands, able to tie King Dargar to his side for the time being.

As long as you can heal your injuries, find an unlucky ghost to challenge yourself, and beat each other hard, you can live a peaceful life again!

King Dargar remained silent, silently examining the change in the expression on Muradili's face.

Now he was not in a hurry at all, he was sure that Muradili would ask him for cooperation first!

At this time, whoever speaks first is admitting defeat, and Muradili doesn't think about it, but he doesn't have that capital.

After coughing dryly twice, Muradili looked at King Dargar with a sneer:

"Thank you King Darja for your healing, as for the marriage with Princess Ayiguli......"

"Leader Muradili, your mind should be on healing your injuries right now."

"Ah, yes, my injuries do need to be treated. Who doesn't know that King Dargar has the best doctors in the Gobi Desert in his palace, so if I want to stay here for a while to heal, King Dargar should not refuse my request, right? ”

King Dargar grinned: "Your contest is being held in my palace, you are injured, and I should take care of you." As for staying...... This one...... Doesn't seem so convenient, right? ”

What does it mean to be inconvenient? Could it be that this palace is still tight!? Damn old fox, isn't this a rabbit and no eagle!?

Muradili laughed and said, "Hehe, then I don't know if I have anything to do to help King Dalga?" ”

"If the western tribe of Binxi can be unified, can go south to seize the Yulan country, and live in Middle-earth, you say, how many should there be?

I know that Prince Chun is now in your hands, and if you can hand him over to me, it will naturally be a lot less troublesome. ”

Muradili rubbed his chin and hooked his finger at King Dargar, and when he saw that King Dargar did not pay attention to him, he covered the wound on his stomach with one hand and moved as far as he could towards King Dargar's side.

Seeing that Muradili took the initiative to move towards him, King Dargar showed a slight smile on his face at this time, and at the same time moved in the direction of Muradili.

(End of chapter)