At present, the most deterrent on the grassland is the golden skull flag of the grassland royal court, this flag is out, the various tribes on the grassland dare not disobey, the golden skull flag is the totem of the Sarmatians, there are nearly 100 large and small tribes on the grassland, of which there are five particularly powerful, the Sarmatians are the strongest among them, and the king of the steppe has always been in their hands, because the Sarmatians are extremely strong, other tribes have to swallow their anger, saying that it is impossible to complain, which tribe does not want to be the king of the grassland? Who doesn't want the best pastures? Who doesn't want a large number of cattle and sheep? Who doesn't want to sleep with the wildest women? The steppe is not as united as imagined, especially in recent years, the Sarmatians have been busy with infighting, and their strength has been greatly reduced, on the other hand, the Scythians, the second largest tribe in the steppe, are thriving and becoming stronger and stronger, and there is a faint posture of being equal to the Sarmatians, and the other three tribes have also begun to move in order to seek greater benefits for their own people.

The Sarmatians were increasingly worried about this situation, but now that the king of the steppe had died mysteriously, and his three sons were still fighting for the king of the steppe, they had no time to care for them, so they had to let them grow and develop.

Today's Sarmatia is nothing but an empty shell.

At this moment, inside the golden tent, two young men in brocade clothes were discussing something with a gloomy face, and one of them was His Royal Highness the Third Prince who appeared that day.

"Second brother, more than a dozen tribes have been slaughtered, and they are all our Sarmatian tribes, and if we continue like this, we will be finished......! Could it be that the eldest brother is doing the trick?" said the third prince to the other young man.

"Absolutely not! Although the eldest brother said that he is not the same as us, he is also a Sarmatian after all, and it is not good for him to weaken the strength of his own people! It can't be that the Ottomans did it, if the Ottomans did it, they won't just slaughter our people!"

"Could it be an inner ghost? There is a traitor on the grassland? Is it a lion, a bird, a bear, or a ...... Wolves?"

The three princes here refer to the totems of various tribes on the steppe, for example, the totem of their Sarmatian people is a skeleton, but in addition to them, most of the steppe people believe that their origin comes from animals, and different tribes live in different regions, so their ancestral origin is attributed to wolves, birds, bears, lions and other animals.

The Scythians considered themselves a people with wolf blood. But after all, wolves are animals that are harmful to the life of the steppe peoples, and the cattle, horses, and sheep raised by the nomadic people are the objects of predation by wild wolves. Sheep, in particular, are the main source of fur, meat and milk fat used by the steppe peoples, and wolf attacks on sheep are frequent. In view of this, in fact, the Scythians' feelings for wolves are also in a contradictory position.

However, from the perspective of deterring foreign enemies, the wolf is the most ferocious, the most existential and a threat of violence that anyone can perceive at all times on the grassland, so using the wolf as a tribal totem can not only stimulate fighting spirit and strengthen the sense of tribal belonging, but also the best symbol of deterring foreign enemies from the psychological and momentum.

From the perspective of the law of grassland survival, the wolf in daily life is a disgusting object, and its terrible howl and attack on domestic animals make the herdsman have to be on guard against wild wolves at all times.

It is precisely because of this paradoxical phenomenon in the life of the steppe that it is difficult to see the shadow of wolves in other tribes except for the obvious wolf marks on the banners of the Scythians.

The Scythians' identification with wolves can be seen in many ways, the tents they live in will be decorated with wolf patterns, the living utensils used will be engraved with wolf totems, the armor and weapons used in war will also be decorated with wolf teeth, and even the body will be tattooed with wolf heads, they are very enthusiastic about wolves, in addition to these, the grassland where their tribe is located will set up a stone monument, which is the famous wolf head monument on the grassland, and the whole monument is composed of two wolves with their heads down. The bodies of the two wolves arch to form an arc in the middle of the stele, the wolf heads hang down on both sides, and the wolf claws brush the front of the stele.

The exceptionally exquisite stone monument is very characteristic of their clan, which shows the important position of the wolf as a totem in the spiritual world of the Scythian tribe.

The Scythians were originally part of the Sarmatians, but when the Duke of Tranda drove the steppes out of the empire, the Sarmatians were divided, and one of the ranks was the Scythians today.

The military flag used by the Scythians is the "wolf's head", although the deterrent power of the wolf's head is not as good as the golden skull flag, but it is also famous in the steppe, especially now that the power of Sarmatia is weakening, and the power of the Scythians is strong, who knows when the golden skull flag will not become a golden wolf's head. Therefore, wherever the wolf's head passes, the grassland people are also silent, because the grassland people have regarded them as future masters.

"Scythians, hmph! They have been very dishonest lately, they have dared to challenge our bottom line, I heard that lately they have been lobbying various tribes to replace us! These bastards will have to clean them up sooner or later!" The second prince slammed the table, and the fine porcelain on the table was shaken.

After hearing this, the third prince nodded thoughtfully, and then said: "Second brother, this hunting conference we held in the name of Father Khan, do you think that the eldest brother will come? If he comes, what will we do? If not?"

"If he comes, we will tell him that his father Khan passed the throne of the steppe king to me on his deathbed, and if he does not accept it, we will take him down, but if he does not come...... Hehehe, then we are justifiably crusading against him!"

"Hahaha, high, really high! worthy of the second brother! No, worthy of the new master of the steppe! King of the steppe Khan!" The third prince laughed.

"By the way, second brother, you gathered all the tribes of the steppe together this time, I know that it is to be a witness, and also to embarrass the eldest brother, but why did you invite the Ottomans here? They are not a good thing! When Father Khan was alive, he often reminded us to be careful of the Ottomans, they are all demons!"

"Third brother, I also know that the Ottomans are not a good thing, but in order to crusade against the eldest brother, we have gathered 100,000 sons, do you think the Ottomans will really let us go? If the Ottomans come to intervene at this time, then we will not have all the achievements we have made in vain? Now that the strength of our steppe is not as good as before, there is only one way to compromise with the Ottomans, especially at this sensitive time, if we really meet with the eldest brother, and then we will face the threat of the Ottomans, then we will suffer from the enemy on our backs, which is really dangerous!"

At this moment, a group of light horsemen appeared on the grassland, most of them were dressed in bare leather clothes, green satin tied at the waist, scimitars hung on the belts, soft cowhide boots on their feet, a group of people held high the long whip and whipped the horses under the crotch fiercely, and all the way the ghost cried wolf howl like a roar, without regard for the thoughts of others, they were dressed differently from the general grassland people, the material of the clothes and pants on the body was of high quality, and the clothes were obviously decorated, all were wolves, the car was carefully selected at a glance, and the posture seemed to be a nobleman on the grassland, there were not many people who came, only a few dozen people, but a big banner was sacrificed, it was the wolf head, the person headed by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, looks very cute, flat duck egg face, facial features are very good-looking, a pair of big eyes are shining like water, fair and delicate skin, ruddy and petite lips, a small beauty mole on the cheeks, adding a bit of beauty, eyebrows and eyes are looking forward to a kind of heroic spirit, long black hair is pulled into a bun on the top of the head, the rest are loose and scattered, there is a collar made of jewelry on the forehead tied around the top of the head, playful and cute. She was wearing a grass-green costume, which blended in with the grass, with a unique natural charm, and the small white wolf head ornament on her shoulders was a wonderful match. Without any powder, it naturally exudes a kind of true beauty, innocent and moving. At first glance, he knew that he was the child of a noble family on the grassland. They didn't go far, they came to the grassland where the royal court of the grassland, where the herdsmen of the various tribes saw the wolf's head, they all bowed to the ground, simply more than the golden skull flag want the symbol of the grassland royal court, the girl was very satisfied, it seemed that this was supposed to be, after a while they came to the tribe where the golden tent was located, but they were stopped by the guards of the royal court, and asked them to dismount and untie their knives, so that they could enter the golden tent, the girl raised the long whip and waved the whip fiercely at the guard, the whip really hit the guard's body, this poor man was defenseless, he didn't expect that someone would dare to be disrespectful to the royal court of the grassland, The whip hit the man's face and instantly opened the flesh, the flesh and blood were blurred, the man's eyes were dizzy, his ears were buzzing, he shook his butt twice and sat on the ground, made a scream like killing a pig, and rolled on the ground in pain.

"Big ...... Big...... Don't you know that this is the golden tent of the grassland royal court, and the trespasser is dead!" the grassland man covered his face, stood up, drew the scimitar at his waist, and made a gesture of wanting to cut people.

"What kind of dog are you! Make way for my lady! Don't you see that this is the eldest lady of the Scythians?" said a man behind the girl.

When the man heard about the Scythians, he knew what was going to happen, and when he looked up, he saw that it was indeed a wolf's head, and he was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees, and then immediately threw away his scimitar, stepped aside, and made way.

But the girl still didn't give up: "Since you know that you have offended me, don't you mean anything?" Although her voice was crisp and pleasant, there was somehow an invisible majesty in it.

The guard gritted his teeth, his back was already soaked with cold sweat, then he picked up the scimitar on the ground, grabbed his ear, slashed it hard, and with a scream, his ear was cut off by him, he endured the severe pain, knelt on one knee, put his hands on his ear, blood flowed down his cheek into his clothes, hot, but he didn't care at all.

The girl giggled, ignored him, gave the crotch a whip, and led everyone away, the prairie man looked at their distant backs, could no longer support his body, his eyes were dark, and several other guards around saw this scene, and his body was like falling into an ice cellar.