Ning Yue's tears are definitely the finishing touch, and it vividly interprets the person who sees a great compassion fighting on the grassland for many years and has no choice but to choose to escape. All the unbearability, all the sadness, are included in this tear.

"Mr. Temujin, out of sight is pure, didn't the scene of the river of blood not happen? You chose to retreat away from the fighting, but the grassland is still bleeding. Could it be that you have cultivated peerless martial arts, just to see out of sight and be pure? Sir, if you can, you should reach out to help the grassland!"

"How to help?" Ning Yue lowered her head silently, as if she was thinking. And the eyes of Hedan, who was sitting on the ground opposite, suddenly burst out with a divine light of surprise.

"Help the Great Khan, stabilize the steppe, help the Great Khan, suppress all contradictions for the Great Khan. Sir, the grassland can no longer shed blood, these forty years, isn't there enough dead people?"

Ning Yue wanted to say that it was not enough, far from enough. If there are not enough people dying in the grasslands, then many people will die in the Central Plains. This is a centuries-old grudge, and this contradiction will only be resolved if the other party is completely eliminated.

Ning Yue gently grabbed the blanket on the ground, her eyes turned extremely cold, "Help the Great Khan, as the sword in his hand, the sword in his hand, the blood in his hand?" Ning Yue slowly raised her head, the essence in her eyes was so bright that Hedan couldn't even look at it directly.

"Hedan, don't let me know about it. Although the fighting on the steppe was not caused by the Great Khan, in the past fifteen years, almost all the tragic battles have been provoked by the Great Khan. He slaughtered the tribes, he conquered everything in the steppe by force. The killing in the steppe, the Great Khan caused half of it! Is this your mercy?"

Ning Yue's words were so cold, but a smile appeared on Hedan's face. Because he knew that he could already convince Temujin.

"Sir, have you thought that if there were no Great Khan, without the Great Khan's twelve years of conquest, although the killing of the steppe would have been much less. But how long will this series of wars continue?

Forty years, 80 years, or 100 years? In the past 40 years, how many people have died because of war? More people have died because of war, or more people have been killed by the Great Khan? Only by reunification and reunification of the grasslands can the war and chaos be ended and more people can live.

I am glad that I made the right choice! The Great Khan did it, he lived up to our expectations, he succeeded in conquering all the tribes, and brought the steppe to an end to forty years of war. ”

"In that case, why do you want me to stay and help the Great Khan, he has ended the war, and the steppe has been unified under his scimitar. Temujin had no other desire in this life, that is, he hoped to step through the realm of Heavenly Venerable and bask in the light of the Immortal Heaven. Ning Yue's eyes looked up at the sky obsessively, and the fanaticism on that face seemed to be really a fanatical believer in the Immortal Heaven.

"Not yet!" Hedan grabbed Ning Yue's hand excitedly, "Although the grassland is unified, the contradictions between the various tribes are still there. They still have a deep hatred, and with just a little spark, they will still fall into cannibalism.

Sir, the grievances between the tribes of the steppe are too deep to be resolved. And last winter's heavy snowfall, it fell for a whole month. Many cattle and sheep were frozen to death, and even our Tuye tribe lost thirty percent.

There is not much food on our steppe. In three months at the latest, we will be in the midst of famine. We need a war, a war against the Central Plains of Kyushu. It is to divert the contradictions between the tribes, but also to snatch enough food. ”

"Or do you want war?" Ning Yue raised her head, her eyes showing doubt.

"But this is a war against Kyushu in the Central Plains, an inevitable war. They don't believe in immortality, they're just our food and our slaves, aren't they?" Hedan's simple eyes stared at Ning Yue's eyes.

Ning Yue slowly closed his eyes, not because he was afraid of being seen by Hedan from his eyes, but because he wanted to eliminate the trace of good feeling that had just risen from Hedan.

Hedan was very interested in Ning Yue, and even he really wanted to make friends with him. Ning Yue could feel his heart, but they were each their own master. Even an enlightened person like Herdan could hardly jump out of the limitations of the background.

Perhaps, in this world, only Ning Yue can regard both the grassland and Kyushu as people. Kyushu regards the grassland Hulu as a beast, and the grassland Hulu regards Kyushu as a cattle and sheep. This is a battle for the food chain, which cannot be changed or edified.

Ning Yue slowly opened her eyes and nodded silently, "I can stay, but I have the right to refuse." The Great Khan wants me to do things, but I have my principles. I'm in Tantra, and I don't want to kill!"

"What are you, sir...... Agreed?" Hedan's eyes widened in surprise, and even his voice trembled. Suddenly, he jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, and bowed solemnly to Ning Yue, "Hedandai Grassland Limin, thank you, sir!"

"I hope you can still say this in the future!" Ning Yue thought silently in her heart, slowly stood up, and gently opened the curtain door to leave. It wasn't until Ning Yue's figure completely disappeared that Hedan gently touched his chest and a happy smile appeared on his face.

The beating was worth it for Hedan, who had already intended to use bitter meat when he offered his plan to Allah. If he didn't take this beating, he wouldn't be able to get Ning Yue's approval, and if he didn't get recognition, he wouldn't have the opportunity to say what he said from the bottom of his heart. The plan went smoothly and the results were satisfying. Hedan smiled and lay down, and after a while, two women got into Hedan's tent and kneaded him for him.

Ning Yue left Hedan's tent, but he did not return to his tent. At this moment, it was already the middle of the night, and Ning Yue's figure flashed into a breeze and disappeared.

Williams came from the glorious empire of the far west, and it was thousands of miles away from the grasslands. And from Williams's words, he is also a top nobleman in the Glorious Empire. Moreover, this time he did not come alone alone, but came to the steppe with the Holy Knights.

Thousands of miles away, why did he come The name of the Holy Knights reminded Ning Yue of the Crusader Expeditionary Force. Is it for conquest? or for some other purpose?

The grassland is now surging with clouds, and Ning Yue suddenly feels that all the cows, ghosts, gods and snakes are coming.

The location of the Holy Knights is not too difficult to find, after all, the people of the Glorious Empire have a European face on their heads. Coupled with Ning Yue's super divine perception, it was still easy to find them.

The tents, separated from the tents in other locations, are easily recognizable by a vacuum distance. Ning Yue looked at it from a distance, these tents were about a thousand, so it meant that the number of these Holy Knights should be at least a thousand, of course it could be more!

However, the Holy Knights were treated with great courtesy here, and Allah Khan should not be so stingy as to let several of them share a tent! Four or five men dressed like Williams stood guard outside the tent.

Ning Yue gently crossed to the top of the tent, and as soon as she stood still, the fierce quarrel in the tent penetrated into Ning Yue's ears, listening to the gentle opening of a trace of penetrating cracks to watch the situation inside.

"Williams, you've let me down so much, really let me down. Have you forgotten that when you crossed the desert to the grassland, who gave you water and food?

When you were looking for traitors and being hunted down everywhere on the grassland, who led the soldiers and horses to save you? Who led you to guide you when you were lost in the grassland? I regarded you as my best friend, but what about you? You are still hiding it from me?"

There was a hint of doubt in Ning Yue's eyes, Allah Khan's roar was so hissive, and from his words, it seemed that Williams and their arrival was not very short, maybe they had been here for a long time.

"Allah, my dear friend, I have not hidden it from you, but this is our mission. Although my Holy Knights can overcome any difficulties in the world, and can defeat any enemy in the world. However, we are still full of gratitude to you and your tribe.

You can't doubt the friendship between me and you, it will make me very sad. It is not that I intend to hide anything from you, but that my mission does not allow you to reveal anything more.

If the news leaks and lets the betrayers escape with the relics, it will be even more difficult to find them. Allah, in any case, you must help us, our time is running out!"

"Help you? You won't tell me anything, how do you tell me to help you? Should you tell me what the holy thing is? Who is the traitor you call a traitor?"

"Sorry my friend, I really can't tell you. All you have to do is find for me, two hundred years ago about a thousand people from the Radiant Empire who crossed the desert to find this place, or where their descendants are......"

"That's it? Two hundred years ago? My friend, do you really dare to tell me this? Do you know what two hundred years means? In two hundred years, everything has become dust.

In the past two hundred years, our grasslands have experienced at least three wars, and all traces will be completely destroyed. Not to mention two hundred years, even twenty years, I can't do anything. My dear Williams, you'd better forget it!"

"No, no, no, No, Allah, I'm sure you can!" Williams smiled faintly, not seeming to be offended by Allah's refusal, "Allah, I know you're working on a plan, a plan to become the uncrowned king of the steppes.

Your youngest daughter was chosen to be the title of the Holy Maiden, but her bloodline could not carry on the Holy Maiden's lineage. The inheritance of the saint requires the most noble bloodline. And you, your bloodline is just a slave's child!"

"Bastard, where did you hear that? My father was once a hero of the steppe! I don't want to hear anything like that from your mouth again, if you weren't my good friend, someone else would have died!"