Nuisa was desperate, as the wolf lord, the twenty-fourth daughter of the corpse now lying on the cart, she had sensed that the funeral would not go so smoothly. But what she didn't expect was that the end would be like this, the people who rushed out of the grass were dead soldiers, and she knew these people, who were said to have burned their tongues with a soldering iron on the day they swore allegiance, and since then they have lost the ability to speak. Therefore, they are also called the Silencers. The Silencers have only one greatest use in the tribe, and that is to make some people as quiet as they are, forever.

"Your Highness, we won't last long, you have to find a chance to escape!" shouted the maid who rode in front of Nuisa, who had served Nuisa for many years, and for the daughter of the wolf lord, she was already closer than the sisters with whom she was truly related. Not only that, but at this time, the servants who could still hold weapons around her were the servants with whom she had a long-standing friendship, and for Nuisa, they were her brothers and sisters, but these brothers and sisters were shedding blood for her one by one.

"Why?" she muttered, but the question was not about the silencers, nor at her entourage, nor at the unpresent mastermind of the attack, but about the corpse lying on the cart. Nuisa had long heard rumors about the death of the wolf lord, the undercurrents between the brothers, the assassins, the poisons, the fights, and she knew that because of her proximity to a brother, she would be considered to be on the side of that faction.

If you don't want the eagle to take your baby away, you'll have to cut off the eaglet's wings before it takes off. She's just a girl and not enough to fight between the brothers, but because she's a girl, the daughter of a wolf lord, she can find more help for her brother who supports her in a way that men can't. She's the feathers of a young eagle, the kind that has to be trimmed. She knew, but she still took on the task of going to her father's funeral, because she believed that according to the ancient tradition, her father's soul would guide her on a safe path, which is why the team would come to this remote grassland after a long journey.

Have you given up on me? just as you have given up your tribe and succumbed to disease. The corners of Nuisa's eyes became moist, but she didn't really cry, she was the daughter of the wolf lord, and tears would only disgrace her father. The smell of blood, interrupting the girl's thoughts, was fresh, the smell of blood that had just spurted out of the cavity, so close that it seemed to be right in the mouth. The Silencer slit the throat of one of her attendants, blood gushing like a fountain. The scimitar slices through the leather armor and cuts open the stomach, allowing the intestines to flow out. It was a massacre, and although the attendants were all quite skilled, they were not superior to the Silencers who had been trained to be killers, let alone the Silencers and the traitors as accomplices, who only had one weapon to protect themselves as funeral guards.

It was a massacre, the will of the resisters was ruthlessly broken, some rolled off their horses and pleaded, others desperately chose to die with the enemy. Either way, it seems that the name Nuisa will soon disappear into the winds of the steppe, like her father, who is about to be buried. Nothing could help her, only the endless blue sky and the goshawk hovering in the sky.

"Chirp!" Nuisa's name means eagle in the Prairie language, and it is said that it was because the first thing her father saw when she stepped out of the yurt when she was born was a goshawk flying through the sky. Superstition or faith, in this short blink of an eye, the girl who was desperate got a ray of hope from the goshawk for no reason. Perhaps, her father did not give up on her completely.

The scimitar, unsheathed, Nuisa took a deep breath, clamped his legs around the mount under his crotch, lowered his body and rushed out!"Protect Your Highness!" The surviving attendants consciously approached Nuisa, using their bodies to win the latter a chance to escape. Fortunately, the Silent One did not ride a horse in order to ambush her, and while the last of the guards disappeared from the corner of Nuisa's eye, there were no enemies in front of her, only the grasslands, the sky, and the shadows of wings soaring. Then there is the pain.

An arrow landed in Nuisa's left shoulder, causing her to nearly fall off her horse. The mourners were not allowed to carry extra weapons, but the ambushers did not have this rule, and the bowstring that had just contracted was pulled open again, this time, the arrow pointing at the back of the wolf lord's daughter. "Shoot horses. The traitor in the ranks said to the bow-drawer, "Don't you want to taste the she-wolf?"

The corners of his blood-stained mouth made a brutal arc, and the aim of the bow and arrow was lowered slightly, and this arrow hit the right hind calf of Nuisa's mount. The horse that was struck suddenly lost its balance and fell with its owner, making a series of noises. "I hope you don't fall to your death. "It's okay, just have a breath. ”

Unlike the Silencer, these spies who were originally hidden in the funeral procession were not distracted dead soldiers, and they had long harbored ill intentions about Nuisa. Not even just the Wolf Lord's daughter, many of her female attendants were being insulted by these traitors, with blood, screams, evil laughter, and the sound of knives slashing to the bone. It all happened in the green grassland, in the sun, in the eyes of an eagle named Naren.

"She wants to climb the hill!" said the man who walked up to Nuisa, reaching out to grab the former's brown hair, forcing the woman who was crawling forward to raise her face.

"Maybe she likes to be on the hillside, so there will be more people to see, hehe. Saliva was running down the corner of the other man's mouth, and he reached out to rip off Nuisa's clothes.

"Hey, you. A voice came from above the hillside, causing the person who wanted to pick up his clothes to subconsciously raise his head. The last thing he saw was an arrow. The arrow pierced through his right eye socket impartially, and the arrow pierced through the back of his head with a brain. Batu took a breath after killing the man, and then without looking, his right hand was wiped on his waist, and the arrow in the quiver reached the bowstring, and before the first traitor could speak, the arrow made a hole in his throat.

"I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore. "The falconer of the water antelope tribe has a face like water, on the grassland, plundering, killing and even worse things happen from time to time, as a steppe man, he knows the savage and cruel side of his people. Therefore, he could witness this betrayal from the sidelines, as long as the wolf lord's daughter did not come so close to them. Maybe this is destiny, since she has come to them, then they have no reason to let her die.

The figure holding the battle axe walked up to him and casually blocked an arrow that was shooting at them, "It's okay. But you'd better shoot the next few arrows on point, there are too many people, and it's too much of a burden on my arm to chop one by one. ”