The northern grasslands, the land of the steppe peoples. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Located in the north of the Lulu tribe, it is a special area, with countless hidden powerhouses.

Although they are powerful, they don't care about the position of patriarch, because they know that the patriarch is just a leader, and the real power still falls into their hands.

But the patriarch of this generation was an exception, because of the appearance of the steppe priests, because the steppe priests of this generation claimed to have received the inheritance given by the father of the earth, and the steppe priest was originally the son of the current patriarch.

These two people seem to be powerful, but in fact, they still can't shake them, because they are the descendants of the war king, and they are the real grassland nobles.

They even call the head of the family "Lord of the Prairies".

Lord, in a narrow sense, can even be used as the same title as the patriarch, which shows how high the pride of this group of people is and how confident they are in their strength, and they can ignore the patriarch who has passed the test of the spirit of the grassland.

Even the first names, they do not use Lulu as their surname, but after their ancestors, by their first names.

The north, which is forbidden to the common people, unless they are slaves, but even slaves are in a predicament where they cannot leave, so basically few people can set foot in the north of the Lulu land.

At this time, in the center of the tents, there was a particularly tall tent, which seemed to be more luxurious than the king's tent, and the huge banner beside the tent indicated their identity.

With sharp eagle eyes in the flame totem, they are fire eagles, the descendants of the former fire eagle war kings.

At this moment there were about twenty people in the tent who seemed to be waiting for something, and each of them exuded an unapproachable aura, a fiery aura, a penal aura.

Fire, among the steppe peoples, represents punishment.

"My lord, may I ask...... Are we going to wait for them?"

A middle-aged man with a scar on his face cautiously asked the old existence in the center, and in the process of questioning, he seemed to be afraid of the other party's sudden anger, and the overall tone was even more in a state of discussion and even pleading to talk to the other party.

"Shaka! you should know that the guys themselves are slow! just wait! Don't disturb the lord!"

Someone on the side scolded the man known as Shaka, and he had to swallow back what he wanted to say again.

Even if it comes, it should be a fruitless discussion.

Thinking, but he didn't dare to say these words, he still wanted to live for a long time.

But then, the old man, who had closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and let out an unbearable roar.

"Dover, you guy, don't come here yet!"

The roar of the old man reverberated throughout the tent and even in the outlying areas, and the people in the tent could not help but feel fear and awe of each other's roar, which was a sign of great power.

With a roar, not to mention ordinary people, even some nobles who were not well trained enough had to fall to the ground.

But just as the children of the Fire Eagle family were proud of this, a voice appeared again.

"Oh, old man, I'm almost there, so I don't need to shout so loudly. ”

The voice was not loud, and even the tone gave people a sense of alternative laziness, but it was such a tone that made these people feel frightened at once, because they knew what the voice meant.

Sure enough, he's coming! Looks like he's going to get real this time!

Thinking of this, their own blood even boiled faintly, because they knew that a big war was about to start.

Not far away, about a dozen people slowly walked into the tent of the Fire Eagle family, each of them was unusually large, but strangely not strong, giving people the impression that they could not overlap with the powerful warrior with the blood of the war king.

The bloodline of the Greed-Swallowing War King, the leader of which is the Greed-Swallowing Cog.

"Courg, you're not much younger than me, so you don't need to say who's older. Hearing the other party mention his age, Fire Eagle Ya responded with a smile.

He actually didn't care much about age, anyway, the Fire Eagle family itself was very old, unless they had experienced a lot of battles and caused damage to their life potential, otherwise their lives were one and a half times that of ordinary level humans.

This means that they will have a longer period of time to strengthen themselves.

"But you, recently saw that your livestock is about to be eaten, what's the matter?"

The number of the greedy family is very small, only fifteen, and each of them is a bloated existence, but it is this kind of existence that makes everyone feel frightened and envious.

This is the embodiment of stimulating the bloodline, how can you not envy it?

However, this one is unusually thin, giving people a very weak feeling, as if a child can knock him down.

But as soon as they saw his sharp and greedy gaze like a beast, it was estimated that no one would dare to touch him.

"It's nothing, I've been hungry lately, you can see that my body has become this virtue, I'm hungry!!"

In the middle of speaking, the other party suddenly expressed his hunger with an angry roar, and suddenly everyone felt that the energy in their bodies seemed to be gradually and slowly draining, but soon disappeared again.

"You are going to deal with the foreigners. Seeing the other party's performance, Fire Eagle Ya responded to him flatly.

Both of them are heterogeneous, one is thin and wants to eat everything, and the other is flat enough to find a point that will allow him to completely explode all the negative emotions in his heart.

"I didn't ...... It's okay, what's going on? What are your plans for the end?"

"Negotiate terms with them, our clan wants to have a formal land here, and we don't need to care about them as long as that guy from Yafa Mur is willing to take the steppe oath. ”

"Hey, you've got to think about it, they might be preparing to target us right now!"

"You mean that little guy named Hong Qi, right? Half-step transcendental? We don't even care about Lulu Tamu anymore, we still care about a half-step transcendental. ”

"Foreigners are not to be underestimated. The other party grinned in response, as if he was amused by the confidence of Fire Eagle Ya.

"What about your opinion?" Seeing the other party say such an answer, Huo Yingya was not annoyed, but just asked him calmly.

"It's simple, my people want to leave, it's too small. ”

When he spoke, his mouth opened slightly, and people couldn't help but feel that what he said was true.

(To be continued.) (To be continued.) )