A huge mountain that stretched for thousands of miles stuck on the earth from south to north, cutting the entire continent in half. In the eyes of the people on the west side of the mountain, it is a majestic holy mountain, the abode of the gods; But in the eyes of the east side of the mountain, it is the end of the sky, and the other side of the mountain is a place abandoned by the world.

If there are still people on the eastern side of the Holy Mountain who know that this mountain is called the Holy Mountain, then it must be the wild barbarians living at the foot of the Holy Mountain! Since the westward expedition of the Ming Shang Kingdom wiped out most of the grassland tribes in the west, this wild barbarian tribe living at the foot of the holy mountain is the only tribe that can still stop the army of the Ming Shang Kingdom. It's just that no one knows that the barbarians are actually wanderers from the other side of the holy mountain, driven out by the inhabitants of the water and soil on that side. Due to the long time and the harsh living conditions at the foot of the Holy Mountain, no one on the grassland on the eastern part of the Holy Mountain knew the origin of this wild barbarian tribe.

When forced by the Ming Shang State to have no way out, the tribes on the eastern grassland all took refuge in this big tribe known for its wildness, and gathered millions of men and horses on the eastern front to block the army of the Ming Shang State, so that this invincible empire finally had to shake hands with them and make peace, and was willing to retreat thousands of miles to return the abundant water and grass to these tribes.

It's just that what people didn't expect was that the barbarians had no interest in the grasslands in the east, let alone the willingness to migrate. After negotiating peace with the Ming Shang Kingdom, they were still entrenched at the foot of the holy mountain, without the slightest intention of going eastward, leaving the most abundant water and grass to those tribesmen who had returned to them.

So powerful and generous, the barbarian tribe naturally won the hearts and minds of those who converted, honored the patriarch of the barbarian tribe as the barbarian king, and called the vast steppe "the land of the holy barbarians". But just when everyone thought that the wild barbarians would rest and recuperate, the barbarian king didn't know what was crazy, and gathered hundreds of thousands of elites to cross the holy mountain and march to the prairie on the other side of the mountain. It was only at this time that those newly converted tribesmen knew that on the other side of the giant mountain, there was such a vast land and population!

"Savage!" Chenping stood in mid-air, looking at the barbarian tent in front of him, which had been hidden in the heavy snow, and involuntarily muttered.

After several days of heavy snowfall, the two warring sides finally stopped and let them return to their camps, ending the tearing up for nearly two months. Due to the death of too many people, the vast majority of people have begun to become numb, that is, people like Chenping, who have always been sober, will feel the horror of this war. To be honest, until now, Chenping has not figured out what the two sides are fighting for?

It had been nearly six months since Chenping left the psychedelic ghost swamp, and it had been flying on the prairie for nearly a month before they arrived at the battlefield near the holy mountain. In the fierce fighting of the soldiers of the various tribes of the grassland, they barely blocked the offensive of the barbarian tribes, so that they could no longer go deep into the grassland. In the past two months, there have been no less than 100 battles, and Chenping has seen the stubbornness and courage of the grassland people, and he has become more and more incomprehensible about their persistence!

What exactly does this huge mountain symbolize to the steppe people? Don't hesitate to let millions of clansmen fight for it, and you must take it back! In fact, in the past two months of fighting, Chenping could see that the steppe people had lost the upper hand. From the original attacking side to the defensive side, the previous sharp spirit has long been defeated by the barbarian clan, but these people just do not retreat, and continue to transfer troops from the rear.

"Patriarch, the commander of the five tribes is invited!" Broken Tooth rode the Wyvern to Chenping's front and saluted respectfully.

"Oh!" Chenping answered, and turned the thunder beast and flew towards his own position.

Chenping's original Flying Dragon Rider was lured into a trap by the warriors of the Barbarian Clan in a major battle a month ago, and nearly half of them were killed and wounded. While he was worried about this, Broken Tooth unexpectedly led a Wyvern War Horse to meet him, increasing the strength of Chenping's troops to 1,200 cavalry, especially the previous one.

According to Broken Fang, it was the warriors of the tribe who accidentally discovered a new wyvern nest while clearing other tribes, and only then did they increase their troops under the coordination of the guild. But Chenping is not interested in this statement at all, the spirit pupil and the heavenly ghosts are so generous, I'm afraid even they don't believe it! What happened inside the Phantom Clan, Chenping didn't know, and he didn't want to know. After all, he was just a player, and he had never considered himself a member of the Phantom Clan, so how could he really care about the fate of the Phantom Clan?

During this time, the performance of the Flying Dragon War Cavalry was outstanding, and it was one of the few most elite and strong troops among the various tribes of the grassland, which led to Chenping's status among the various departments also continued to improve. If it weren't for the fact that his troops were too small, he would have already been ranked at the highest decision-making level and become one of the five major tribes of the grassland.

The five tribes of the Holy Tooth, Chasing the Wind, the Giant Mountain, the Divine Horse, and the Fire Cloud are the commanders of the various tribes of the grassland this time, and they can be regarded as the masters of this vast grassland. It's just that the five commanders, who are usually arrogant, look a little depressed today, sitting around the big tent without saying a word, and they don't know what they are thinking. After entering the tent, Chenping bowed to the crowd, and then sat down in the holy horse. The bow bowed down, quietly waiting for the meeting to begin.

"The barbarians have increased their troops!" After the representatives of the various clans arrived, the patriarch of the Holy Tooth Clan, White Fang, spoke.

"The snow covers the mountains, how do they increase their troops!" Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and looked at the patriarch of the Holy Tooth Clan with surprise on their faces.

"How many came?" Someone asked.

"The question isn't how much? It's ......" White Fang suddenly looked up at Chenping on the side, and said bitterly: "It's the flying cavalry here...... Now let's think about how to deal with it! ”

"How many came?" This time it was Chenping who asked.

"I don't know, but it should be no less than two thousand!" For Chenping's inquiry, White Fang was obviously a lot more serious.

"It can't be so little!" A hint of sarcasm flashed on Chenping's face, and he said coldly: "The wild barbarians don't have flying cavalry, so it's either the ghost tooth bat rider of the Yifang country or the condor war cavalry of the Ming Shang country, and its number is definitely not less than five thousand!" ”

......As soon as Chenping's words came out, everyone couldn't help but be silent for a while.

Although in the eyes of the people on the east side of the Holy Mountain, they are all barbarians of the frontier. But they still knew a lot about the world on the other side of the Holy Mountain, after all, there were at least a few professionals in the Hunter Guild among the various tribes, and it was not really completely closed. Coupled with the confrontation with the barbarians during this period of time, they were more enthusiastic about the affairs on the other side of the Holy Mountain. Whether it is the ghost tooth bat cavalry of Yifang Country or the Divine Eagle War Cavalry of Ming Shang Kingdom, they are all calculated in units of "department", and one "department" is enough to have five thousand, so if the other party has flying cavalry to reinforce, then there should be at least five thousand horsemen to make sense.

"It should be the Condor Warrior of the Ming Shang Kingdom, after all, the relationship between them is very close now!" Holy Foal. Spirit Bow said.

"Patriarch of the White Fang, if the enemy increases his troops, he will increase his troops, are we still afraid that he can't do it!" The patriarch of a tribe stood up and said loudly: "We also have the Flying Dragon War Horse, and it will be a bloody battle, didn't you just talk about this when you summoned us today?" ”

"Actually, I mean...... Let's make peace with the barbarians! ”

"......" As soon as the White Fang Patriarch said this, everyone suddenly fell into a dead silence.