Hearing the name of Concubine Sugana Khan, Night Nineteen's killing intent retreated slightly.

"I want to meet Suganna Khan, I have something to bring her!"

Hearing that he saw Night Nineteen's killing intent retreat slightly, Deb knew that the bargaining chip of Concubine Sugana Khan was still very important in Night Nineteen's heart!

The shock calmed down for a while, his eyes rolled, and he already had a plan in his heart.

The bloody killing that day frightened Concubine Sugena Khan, who was a little unwell and was still recuperating at this time. Now this scene is really not suitable to come out to see you again! If you are frightened again...... Please rest assured, I will definitely do my best to restore Sugena Khan's health as soon as possible!"

Although he knew that he was delaying, his purpose of shocking had been achieved, and I believe that Deb would not dare to play any tricks!

Ye Nineteen snorted coldly, "Okay! I will believe you again, but in two days, no matter what, I will ask the Patriarch Deb to send Concubine Sugana Khan back to Tucheng!

Debu Weiwei nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Lord Khan, please rest assured!"

He took a deep look at Deb again, and the coldness in his eyes made Deb break out in a cold sweat. Turn around and get on the horse, clamp the horse's belly, and ride away.

waited until he couldn't see the back of Night Nineteen, and Deb dared to reach out and wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

Looking at the corpse of Mosilgan on the ground, everyone couldn't help but feel a little sad. No one dared to reach out to the rescue in the situation just now, although he was one of them, but seeing him killed by someone, he couldn't help but feel cold.

The commander of Mosilgan's guards looked at these powerful men angrily and was about to question them. As soon as Deb made a look, someone had already dragged him down, and even his mouth was gagged to prevent him from shouting and screaming.

Deb was also stunned in his heart, and ordered his men to collect Mosilgan's body.

Mosil Gan is the second big man to die in battle among the rebels!

The first is the Great Sacrifice of Ghorma, but the High Sacrifice of Gharma is only the second sacrifice of the temple!

When it comes to actual power, the status of the High Priest of Ghoma is much worse than that of Mosilgan!

These two guys originally thought that they would follow the rebellion, and that the glory and wealth and power were within reach, but who would have thought that the glory and wealth would die under the hands of Ye Nineteen before they could touch the slightest shadow.

When everyone returned to the big tent, their faces were ugly, and even Tatam, who had always been moody, was also worried.

After being silent for a long time, Tatam opened his mouth and asked, "What is the origin of this sweat donkey?

Deb let out a long sigh and recounted in detail what had happened in the past few days.

I only heard that the faces of a group of people were cold, and I knew that this sweat was such a powerful character!

He has been encircled several times, but he can fight alone, and no one can stop him! And with his own strength, he has relieved the danger of Tucheng several times!

"If it weren't for him, Old Hant and Yehan Coolin would have been our prisoners!How could my tribe have lost thousands of warriors!?

"So, if he is in Tucheng for a day, we will not want to take Tucheng!

Deb let out a long sigh, "The master could have subdued him, but he was attacked and injured! It is said that until now, the injury has not recovered! Once the master recovers from his injury, then he will no longer be a threat! Otherwise, how could I grovel to him and suffer humiliation? But now, we are helpless against him, and you have also seen the fate of Mosilgan......"

After seeing Mosilgan's tragic death, Zamutel always had a sense of injustice in his heart, but he knew that if he faced the night nineteen, he would die faster!

But after hearing what Deb said, he said loudly: "I don't believe that he is really a Shura from hell!? If you use the tactics of crowds, I don't believe that you can't kill him!?"

"I said that I surrounded him several times before, but I always asked him to break through the siege and escape! Ordinary soldiers can't trap him at all! If you want to use the tactics of crowds, you can only use more advanced soldiers! But where do we have so many men? Most of the reinforcements have not yet arrived, and these people in our camp alone are not enough at all, and they can only be sent to death in vain!"

"There are fifteen or six hundred men in our camp now! Aren't these men enough to kill him?"

Deb smiled bitterly again, "Brother Zamutier, you haven't seen him terrible when he fights! I don't know what evil magic he has? Ordinary soldiers can't do any harm to him at all! Even the salvo of bows and arrows of my wolf's tooth army didn't even hurt him at all!"

"Is he really Shura from hell, and no one can hurt him?" exclaimed Zamtier.

"He's just a person, of course it's not a Shura? I've fought against him several times, and only those high-level warriors can cause harm to him! But among my tribe, there are only so many high-end warriors, and after these few battles, they have already lost everything! If you really want to use crowd tactics to kill him, you can only do it by waiting for the reinforcements from various tribes to arrive, and then you can choose the high-level forces among them!"

"Then we might as well wait for two more days! This sweat will not be removed for a day! It will be a big trouble for our henchmen!"

"But wait any longer, I'm afraid that Lao Hante's reinforcements will also come, and then our advantage will be reduced! I'm going to visit the master at night, and then ask how the master's injuries are? If the master's injuries have recovered, it's better for the master to take action! Otherwise, if the high-end combat power in our clan loses too much because of the siege and killing of this sweat! When we go to eliminate the remnants of Lao Hante's henchmen in the future, it will inevitably reduce our strength!"

"Patriarch Debu's plan is the best! Let them go to the Central Plains and the Central Plains, dog eat dog!"

"Shhhhh?......h

Thinking of the terrifying nature of that Great Yuan Sorcerer, Zamutiel secretly shrank his neck. He said stupidly, "Isn't there no outsider here......"

"Remember! The master is our greatest reliance, who dares to be disrespectful! Hugh blames Deb for turning his face......

"Brother Deb, we can only do this now!" Tatam saw that Debu was angry, and hurriedly staggered the topic, "However, should the news of Mosilgan's death be reported back to his clan? His subordinates have been controlled, and this news has not been transmitted back yet!"

"Brother Tatam, I privately think that this news should be sent back to the Windalls!

"Brother Deb, I think so too! And I am ready to support Mosilgan's eldest son and inherit the position of patriarch! Mosilgan's son, when he hears that his old son died here, will definitely pour all his clan strength to take revenge!"

"Brother Tatam, but I heard that Mosilgan's eldest son has limited ability, if he is made the patriarch of the Wendal clan, I am afraid that there will be people below who will not accept it!"

"This is easy to do!, as long as we let the Great Khan, the next Khan order! Send another person who is heavy enough to control the scene! Who else in the Wendal clan dares to object?!"

"It's good enough, but who should be allowed to ?......"

Everyone in the tent looked at each other, and finally they all turned their eyes to Tatam again.

In terms of seniority and tribal strength, only Deb and Tatam have such weight here! But Deb has always commanded the front-line warfare, and he cannot take half a step away.

As a result, only Tatam is suitable for going to the Wendals!

Tatam is not hypocritical, he also knows that Deb can't do without here, and this matter is urgent.

Jean also wrote a Khan edict, took a group of guards, pulled Mosilgan's body in a carriage, and marched quickly towards the Wendal tribe.

As soon as Tatam left, Deb fell into deep thought again.

The wounded soldiers under his command before had already recognized that it was Night Nineteen who attacked his clan last night.

But why did Night Nineteen come to his own people?

Could it be that he is afraid that he will not keep his promise, and wants to exert a little coercion on himself? Well, this is very likely!

It is also possible that he wants to explore the reality of his clan, and if his clan is really empty, then Lao Hante may also want to break through from there.

It's just that they were discovered by the sentinels, so they injured these sentinels!

As soon as he figured this out, Deb was reassured. Now that I have seen through it, I will not want to escape from my clan!

Immediately he ordered the troops in the large camp to be divided into another part and stationed among their own people.

When all this is done, it will be noon.

It was only sunny for half a day, and it was cloudy again for a while, and I am afraid that there will be rain.

Although it was noon, there was not the slightest sunshine in sight, and the hazy sky made people's mood even more gloomy.

Tucheng and the rebel camp, both sides were waiting for reinforcements, but this day was a rare calm.

Night Nineteen's mood was like this hazy sky, and the longing for Helian thrush became heavier and heavier.

When he returned to Tucheng, he reported the matter of Suganna Khan's concubine to Khan Khan, but he did not say that he had killed Mosilgan.

Khan Khan couldn't help but be gloomy when he heard that the poison of Concubine Sugana Khan had not yet been resolved. waved everyone out, saying that he wanted to be alone and quiet.

Night 19 came to the city wall again, and stood alone in a corner of the earthen city.

Looking at the far south, the person he misses is walking in that direction at this time.

After separation, I realized the sourness of separation.

It's just a spring rain, and on the green grassland in the distance, there are already spring flowers quietly blooming......

Lonely Mo is a guest, asking the world, who will solve the loneliness?

No wonder there have been so many poems since ancient times, telling poignant sorrow.

Peace be with you, O whom I miss......

Standing there, the night nineteen foolishly prayed in his heart.

Pretending to be two girls, Helian Red Sleeves and Helian Thrush, they walked around the city from time to time.

Whenever he saw the dresses they were wearing, Night Nineteen would think of the bits and pieces with Helian Thrush......

Missing is indeed an indescribable pain......

This kind of pain lingers and lingers in his heart all the time......