Suddenly, a figure hurried up, strode up to the throne, and whispered in Allah's ear. Allah Khan's brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Where's Zakihe, are you still kneeling outside?"

"Yes!" the man replied in a low voice, taking a few steps back.

"Are you dead?"

Seven of the ten guards he brought with him died, but he still held on. For 10 days, I drank only water and did not eat anything. ”

"Go and bring him in!" Allah said lightly, and the man hurriedly bowed down and trotted away. Allah gently lifted his foot and kicked Gigian, who was lying on his lower abdomen, "Get out of here!"

Jijian hurriedly kowtowed and retreated, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Golden Tent turned into a dead silence. It wasn't long before the guards outside the Golden Tent dragged a cloud of mud to Allah Khan. The mud was laid down, literally slumping to the ground like a ball of dough.

Sawaki looked up with difficulty, trying to open his eyes to Allah on the throne. However, he was really too weak. It's such a simple action, but he can't do it anyway.

Clear footsteps sounded, and Allah slowly paced in front of him. Slowly squatting down, he easily lifted the miscellaneous wood together.

"Originally, I didn't want you to come in, so I just starved you outside. My daughter went to your tribe to broker peace with you, but because of your poor protection, he was taken captive by the gangsters. Even the Venerable Night Celestial Venerable has died in your tribe.

Although I know you are helpless, you Nanmeng tribe is still to blame. If you don't die, I won't be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart, let alone explain to the Immortal Heavenly Palace. However, I have now decided to forgive you. Do you know why?"

Hearing Allah Khan's words, Zamuhe's weak eyes suddenly burst out with a divine light of surprise. Although he is now about to die, since Allah Khan intends to forgive him, not only can the tribe be saved, but he will also not have to die.

"Don't be happy yet, I just got a report from my subordinates that last night, Egu and his Jurchen tribe attacked your tribe. Your tribe has been slain by Egu, the Nanmon tribe ...... It has been exterminated. ”

"Poof-" Where can the miscellaneous muhe, which has long since run out of oil and withered, withstand such a blow?

He opened his mouth, struggling to squeeze out the sound. The round eyes were full of longing. However, because he had not eaten for ten days, it became a luxury for him to even speak. I can only use my eyes to convey my own hopes.

"Do you want me to avenge your tribe?" Allah asked indifferently, both in his voice and in the expression on his face, Allah Khan was still so ruthless. This is the truest scene of Allah, a person who can be cruel to himself, is destined not to show mercy to others.

"Yes, I can promise you to avenge your tribe!" Allah Khan said with a blank face, and when he heard Allah Khan's promise, Zamuhe's trembling body gradually subsided. In one breath, he exhaled it from his mouth and slowly closed his eyes.

Allah Khan gently put down the corpse and turned indifferently and walked towards the throne, "Drag him out and bury him alive!"

"Newspaper—report to the Great Han, the King of the Northern Courtyard has sent a note—" said one of the guardsmen, striding forward, holding a parchment bound with red thread in his hand, and kneeling down to Allah Khan under the throne.

"Oh, why don't you come and say it yourself? What else do you write? What words can you say clearly in the words of our grassland?"

"Great Khan, I don't think Egu dares to come!" Buff on the side picked up the parchment roll of the guards and waved him to retreat. After unfolding the parchment roll, a strange smile appeared on Brugh's face.

Egu had come to plead guilty, saying that it was disrespectful to the Great Khan and to the steppe oath that his son had been brutally murdered by Zamuhe on the day of the alliance. Therefore, in a fit of rage, he led the tribal warriors to attack the Nanmeng tribe and defeated it.

But he himself did not kill the killer, but expelled the Nanmeng tribe, and he did not know where the Nanmeng tribe ended up. And ask the Great Khan that you will condemn him, and Egu will be willing to be punished?"

"Hehehe......" Allah Khan suddenly laughed, laughing so eerily, "Brugh, which of the above sentences do you think is true?"

"Great Khan, I don't think a word is true!" Brugh said lightly as he put away the parchment with a sneer.

"Hmph, you send someone to the Jurchen tribe and tell Egu not to give me these useless nonsense, he has only learned the scheming of the Central Plains people. Since the Nanmeng tribe has been wiped out by him, then I want seventy percent of the property of the Nanmeng tribe, and the rest belongs to him, including the grassland pasture.

However, you must solemnly tell him that I will remember for him the account of the extermination of the Nanmeng tribe without authorization, and I see that a war with the Central Plains and Kyushu is about to start. If he can make great achievements, I can not blame the past, and if the battle is not effective, I will settle the new and old accounts with him. ”

"Yes! Great Khan!" Brugh hurriedly obeyed, and suddenly, Brugh raised his head and hesitated, "That Great Khan...... You just promised the ......"

"Bruve, you've been following me for so many years, can't you still hear that what I'm saying is all to stabilize Egu? If he really wants to plead guilty, he should now kneel outside the golden horde like a miscellaneous and wait for my fate. Instead of sending a letter that doesn't exist on the prairie at all.

And I'm sure that the tribes of Egu are ready for war. If I don't soothe him, but scold him harshly, then he will definitely betray me immediately and without hesitation, and even take refuge in Da Zhou. ”

"That'...... When are we going to gather our forces and when are we going to sanction that traitor?"

"Gathering troops? Allah Khan slowly stood up and slowly stepped down from his throne, "When will they be sanctioned? In the steppe, no one can disobey my orders. Even if he's Egu, he won't work!"

The entire grassland turned into a dead silence, and the sky above the entire grassland was filled with the smell of slaughter. The Nanmeng tribe was slaughtered by the Jurchen tribe overnight. The news swept across the grassland like a tsunami.

What is terrifying is not that the Nanmeng tribe, which is a golden tribe, was exterminated, but that the real horror was overnight. When did the Jurchen tribe have such strength? Also, how could the powerful Nanmeng tribe be wiped out overnight?

All doubts stirred up in the hearts of the leaders of the tribes. These questions are destined to be unanswered. However, a scene beyond common sense appeared, and when such a major event occurred, there should be a monstrous wave on the grassland. However, the whole grassland is calm.

All the tribes were waiting, waiting for the attitude of their Great Khan. No one doubts that the Jurchen tribe will be severely punished, and if Allah Khan can tolerate this, then the extermination of the steppe will still occur.

The silence lasted for a day, and suddenly, a powerful piece of news broke through the grassland like a sudden roll of wild sand. The leaders of each tribe couldn't believe their ears when they heard the reports of their subordinates.

After much confirmation, they were convinced that they had heard correctly. No matter what to ask, no reward or no punishment, to let it go? This is the attitude of Allah, this is what the royal court means. In this way, the Nanmeng tribe, the former golden tribe, died in vain?

All the tribal leaders felt a tremor in their hearts, if they were not insane, then their Great Khan was insane. If it is only the result of such a disposition, then how can those small tribes feel safe?

The kings of the Southern Courtyard are gone, and the Golden Tribe is gone. Such a major event can be taken lightly, so is it okay for their small tribes to be wiped out, and then hand over the looted wealth?

In an instant, the atmosphere on the grassland changed again, everyone became self-endangered, and the grass and trees became soldiers. And all this did not stop the Jurchen tribe from carnivaling, and there was even something called ambition that spread in the bottom of Egu's heart.

Liangzhou, sheep's head fort!

Mo Wuxian and Gongzi Yu arrived quietly a few days ago, and it was the 50,000 regrouped Night Demon Army who escorted them along the way. Of course, now that the Night Demon Army can no longer be called the Night Demon Army, Mo Wuxian personally wrote a book and gave this regrouped army a new name, the Long Regret Army.

Although their weapons and armor styles were all from the Daredevil Army, the glory of the Daredevil Army has long passed.

Mo Wuxian came to Liangzhou and did not immediately restore the spiritual power of all parts of Liangzhou. The altar in Liangzhou has been activated, and it will have to wait another month before it can be used again. And Mo Wuxian may be conceited, maybe proud. did not listen to Gongziyu's persuasion, and came to the sheep's head fort to inspect. That's not all, Mo Wuxian also moved his line to the sheep's head fort.

Sheep's Head Fort is the gateway to Liangzhou, and it is also the only checkpoint outside Liangzhou. It was located outside of Kyushu, but because it was controlled by the Great Zhou court, it was also included in the territory of Kyushu.

In addition to inspecting the frontier, Mo Wuxian came to the Sheep's Head Fort, and the Jiamian Forbidden Army also wanted to reward the good men who had spontaneously taken up arms to defend the Sheep's Head Fort in order to reward the great sons and daughters who had pressed the grassland Hulu on a large scale last year. Although they didn't do anything in the end, this friendship of defending Kyushu moved Mo Wuxian very much.

As soon as he came to the sheep's head fort, Mo Wuji's ass had not yet been hot when he got the news that the Nanmeng tribe, the former golden tribe, had been slaughtered overnight. For Mo Wuxian, this is tantamount to an unexpected joy.

After waiting for a day, the latest information was once again sent to Mo Wuxian's case. And this time, Mo Wuxian couldn't help but clap his hands. Holding the information in his hand, Mo Wuxian's cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Hahaha...... Allah, Allah, this son is really stinking! The destruction of the Nanmeng tribe was already an unexpected joy, and now he has played such a stinky move, but it makes me overjoyed. In order to stabilize the Jurchen tribe and invade the great rivers and mountains of our Great Zhou, he actually buried such a hidden danger. Hahaha...... Looks like I'm overestimating him. ”