The river of the apocalypse, the mother river of the Plateau of the Heavenly Gods, is a treasure of heaven and a treasure of great people.

For thousands of years, it has bred a great deal of genius.

The core people of the eight surnames all gather by this mother river to survive.

Since Urle 2,000 years ago, after the unification of the grassland, the power of the eight surnames has been condensed, even if there is no "Maharaja" now, there are still rules formulated by Urle, binding the eight royal flags, and the annual meeting of the eight surnames is the most important moment of the river of the apocalypse.

In recent years, there have been some "discordant" voices in the grasslands.

It is a difficult thing to survive in the gap between the two worlds, but relying on the "wealth" left by Urle, as well as the efforts of the eight surnames for two thousand years, the grassland that was disgusted and abandoned by the north and the south has now become "hot", whether it is the Great Sui or the demon clan, they all reveal the meaning of affinity, in the past few years, the north and the south have "generously" given some materials, after the eight surnames got the materials, they tried their best to restrain the power in their hands, and did not make trouble for the Great Sui and the demon clan,

And the "discordant" sound in the grassland is precisely because of this.

Both worlds need the grassland to give a clear attitude, in front of the Great Sui and the Demon Clan, the Heavenly God Plateau is a difficult bone to gnaw, but in the final analysis, it is just a bone, if it can be easily transformed into their own alliance, why not?

So there is the dispute that we have today.

The three surnames on the Heavenly God Plateau, the white wolf, the golden deer, and the black lion, the opinions of these three surnames are quite unified, and the Urle of the year went north to fight against the demon clan, and now they are in charge of the grassland, at least not against the wishes of Urle.

But opposition erupted one after another.

Recently, this meeting was officially held in the White Wolf King's Tent in the River of Apocalypse, and the flag-bearers of the eight surnames, each leading the elite iron horsemen, gathered in front of the White Wolf King's Tent.

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"Lord Wang, the White Wolf King is still dealing with the affairs of the king's account, please wait a while, before the meeting of the eight surnames, there will be a separate meeting of the three surnames. ”

Inside the royal tent, a young man wearing a white robe and a wolf pattern on his neck bowed slightly, handing the "prince" the unique "specialty" of the white wolf king's tent, a delicately embellished snow-white pastry.

Sitting on the upper seat was a middle-aged man of about forty or fifty years old, with a thin figure and sharp eyes draped over his shoulders in a light robe branded with snow-white birds.

Hover your palm over the pastry.

The Vulture King smiled, "It's beautiful." ”

"But...... How can you eat enough at such a point? Is this a reward from the Great Sui, good-looking, but unfortunately flashy. ”

Five palms pressed down, and the pastry was pressed to a pulp by him.

The messenger of the White Wolf King's tent looked slightly embarrassed.

Beside the vulture king, the two handmaidens bowed their heads and didn't dare to say a word.

"How many days has the meeting of the three surnames been held, how many days have I been here, and I can't even see the White Wolf King?" The Vulture King sighed softly, his palm dipped in pastry crumbs, reached out and grabbed a servant girl beside him, gently pressed his palm on his cheek, kneaded, smeared, wiped slowly, and said softly: "When you encounter such troubles, don't make me unhappy." ”

The handmaiden, whose body trembled, endured the discomfort, closed her eyes, and two lines of tears flowed slowly and uncontrollably.

The Vulton King frowned, feeling the wetness of his palm.

He hadn't spoken yet.

The curtain was drawn.

"Newspaper. ”

The comer was a burly, extremely tall man in the prime of life, who crashed into the king's tent, walked with the wind, and after entering the tent, went straight to the king of the vultures, and then there was a clean "bang", kneeling on one knee and clenching his fists with both hands.

"Tutur, no need to be polite. The Vulture King waved his hand and motioned for the maid to stand down, he looked at the White Wolf King's envoy and said softly: "Tomorrow is the bonfire dinner, the White Wolf King will invite all the guests, I will see him alone before then, if you don't inform him...... If I am not happy, then everyone will not be happy at this campfire dinner. ”

The messenger was in a cold sweat, bowed his head and led the order, out of the king's tent, all the way away, until he left the range of the vulture king's tent, he breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but scold secretly, this vulture king is not shallow, and there is no rule set by the three surnames in his eyes, but it is a pity that he can't even see his own prince now, otherwise he has to sue well.

The three big men got together, not knowing what they were discussing.

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"Tutur, is that the thing done?"

The Vulture King looked at the sturdy man kneeling on the ground, even though he signaled that there was no need to be polite, Tutuer still did not get up, and the man wearing a black scale armor raised his head and said with a solemn face: "Lord Wang, everything is ready, only the east wind is owed...... The lord sent something like this. ”

The stout man got up slightly, still with his head down, and he took out a golden feather from his waist with both hands, and pressed it extremely flat.

The Vulture King looked calm, pressed one hand on the golden feather, and quietly took it into his waist.

He smiled, "Well done." ”

Tutuer said softly: "Lord Wang, there is a small episode outside the court account...... A group of poor people who came from the western border of the Tenjin Plateau claimed to be the children of our Snowy Eagle Clan, and they had something important to meet. ”

The vulture king did not raise his eyebrows, and sneered: "The western border? The people of my snow vulture clan are all by the Tianqi River, how can there be refugees who run to the western border? ”

Tutur hesitated for a moment.

The Vulture King said: "Drive them away directly, expel them back, let them go as far as they want, and roll as far as they want." ”

"They said...... It is with the great prophet that there is an old one, and also gives proof. ”

The Vulton King raised an eyebrow and fell silent.

He hummed meaningfully, his expression became a little subtle, and he fell into a long thought, and the noise outside the tent became somewhat clear.

He said softly, "It's kind of interesting to have an old relationship with the Great Prophet...... Don't stop them, let a few people in, I have something to say to them myself. ”

The three surnames, the white wolf, the golden deer, and the black lion.

These three surnames, in fact, are not very strong in deterrence for him, over the years, the Vulture King has been trying to become one of the top four surnames, and can have such an honor, thanks to the current Vulture King's father, and the Great Prophet, the previous Vulture King laid an excellent foundation.

And the Great Prophet is the glory of the Vulture tribe.

The White Wolf Royal Court is in the position of the bull's ear holder in the grassland, relying on the great array mage of the Apocalypse River, which can attack and defend, and the overall combat power is the strongest, so the long grassland border defense line is arranged by the young formation mage of the White Wolf Royal Court.

And the Great Prophet of the Snowvulture Tribe is the best friend with the mage of the White Wolf King's Tent Great Array, and there is no one.

The strength of the Great Prophet is also extremely good, and he has helped the royal court to tide over the difficulties and avoid disasters many times, if there is no Great Prophet, I am afraid that the Banner of the Snow Vulture is still struggling at the bottom of the Eight Great Surnames, far from being as beautiful and decent as it is now.

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The light flowed, and the curtain was lifted.

The three of them stepped into the royal tent, Ning Yi squinted his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the upper seat at the end of the oil lamp, he sniffed lightly, there seemed to be a certain familiar breath here.

After Tutur brought them in, he closed the curtain and said in a deep voice, "Lord Wang, it's here." ”

Rajah?

The Vulton King?

Tian Yu helped the prophet and the old man, looked around, and found that there was no seat for them to sit down, so they could only stand, the light in the court tent was a little dim, so that they couldn't see the face of the prince clearly, but Tian Yu still honestly practiced a respectful etiquette, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said calmly: "I've seen the vulture king." ”

Thousands of miles away, eastward to this point.

Finally arrived at the destination.

When he saw the flag bearer of the vulture, he was a little happy in his mood, and secretly looked at Urle, but found that Ning Yi's expression did not change or fluctuate, and he didn't even salute.

Tian Yu was not aware of the anomaly.

He took a light breath and gathered his thoughts.

The next step was to tell the story of the changes in the western frontier, the casualties caused by the plague, the symptoms that the Prophet had summed up, and the strategies for resisting.

But no sooner had he reached for his waist than the Vulture King spoke.

"You say...... You are the old man of the Great Prophet?"

Tian Yu nodded, helped the old man, and said solemnly: "Lord Wang...... This is the disciple of the Great Prophet. ”

The Vulture King looked at the old man, nodded with a smile, and said, "I heard that you have a token?"

"Naturally, there is. ”

Tian Yu took out the old man's "ancient letter" from his waist bag, this ancient letter, decades ago, this letter was sent to the border, the old man did not go east to the apocalypse, to worship the great prophet, so he became an anonymous disciple, today finally came in handy.

Every word in it was written down by the Great Prophet himself.

The Vulture King took the letter, glanced at it, and muttered with a smile: "Really, when did the Great Prophet accept this disciple, there is no record in the court account, and I don't even know?"

Tian Yu smiled.

Then the Vulture King tore open the letter with both hands, and in front of Tian Yu, Ning Yi, and the old man, he tore the letter into two, two into four, and then pieces like snowflakes.

The honest man's eyes were confused, he looked at the high vulture king at a loss, the crumbs of the letter were raised and blown in front of him, Tian Yu wanted to bend down to pick it up, but Ning Yi held his shoulder.

Tian Yu's lips were a little dry, he looked at the figure at the height of the court tent, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

The oil lamp flickered.

The Vulture King whispered, "But the Great Prophet is dead, so what are you doing here?"

Ning Yi sighed softly.

He knew it wasn't that simple.