The hall of the Carlisle Indian Industrial School was used as the meeting place for the inaugural meeting of the First All Indian Resistance League.

There was a long table in the middle of the hall, and chiefs from far and wide had gathered to discuss land, gold, guns, and blood, and the turtledove danced on it when he was happy.

Now, the long table has been removed, with only five chairs on each side, neatly arranged.

Directly above the hall was a large chair that looked down on the ten empty seats.

There used to be a huge candelabra directly above the hall that hung from a high ceiling. At that time, the candlesticks were once filled with torches, and the empty hall was as bright as day.

Now, the menorah has also been removed and replaced by a huge black flag, which suddenly makes the whole hall solemn.

The walls of the hall were once filled with portraits of all sorts of high-nosed and blue-eyed people, but now they were all gone, replaced by an eight-color flag with a turtledove.

When the bell on the top of the hill struck nine times, the last person to set up the venue quietly left the place.

A small figure crept in from a corner where no one was looking, crawled under the large chair directly above it, and covered itself with a drape that hung from the chair.

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"Bell!"

The clock struck ten o'clock, and the gates of White Rock City opened punctually.

At the bottom of the mountain, the ten squares of people and horses looked intently at the white stone door that opened through the hole, and none of them made the first move.

After a long time, a few horses slowly came out of the square on the far right.

With the first, there is the second, the third......

The ox rider was in the middle, but he was the last to set off for the mountain.

The road from the bottom of the mountain to the gate of White Rock Castle was not long, but everyone walked slowly. It took almost half an hour for them to come to the gates of White Rock City.

Sitting cows, little crows, red hats...... Many of them are coming here for the second time.

The last time I visited, it was called White Rock Castle.

Now, everyone knows that this place is called White Rock City.

And there was a turtledove in the city, who was the lord of the city, and the chief over all the chiefs, and the chief of all the Indians......

The reason why they are here is to see how good he is!

Weigh his pounds!

In terms of firepower, which of the ten chiefs who came here is not stronger than the current commander-in-chief?

It's not that they don't recognize turtledoves, and they don't want to oppose the alliance.

They just felt that in the future, turtledoves should listen to their opinions more.

Just like that Seven-Colored Flame Alliance, the Elders...... It should be done in turns!

……

It's just that the air on Mount Brak seems to be heavier than at the foot of the mountain, and these ambitious people still make this short mountain road a lot of wind and noise.

When they came to the city gate, they all tensed up, feeling like a lion about to challenge the lion king.

- Some people want to turn back, but since they have set foot on the road up the mountain, they will never be able to turn back!

They are qualified to embark on this road, three points are their own ability, but there are seven points, behind them, there are thousands of forces pushing them forward.

They didn't have time to figure out why, but they felt that since the black flag was planted on the top of Bulak Mountain, their fate was like being swept into a raging flood, and all of a sudden, they were washed under the gates of White Rock City by that torrent.

The general trend is involuntary.

Fate is impermanent, sad or joyful.

Perhaps, being able to lead the troops at this time is the last time they can struggle in this torrent.

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"Haha!"

Under the city gates, there was a hearty laugh.

A small dwarf spun out from behind the gate, stretched out his hands, and greeted the tribal chieftain who was at the front.

"Isn't this the one-horned chief of the Minnicon Tribe? It's better to be famous than to meet, it's really an Angzang man, and the instrument is extraordinary! ”

The sound of fifteen dollars was still as warm as last night, and it melted the almost frozen air in one fell swoop.

He hugged the unicorn enthusiastically, patted the almost soaked back, and said, "I and I'm very sorry that you didn't come last time. Fortunately, this time, I hope for the stars and the moon, and finally I have you here-"

A smile appeared on Unihorn's face—whether it was pretended by him or from the heart, but since he cracked his mouth, he felt a lot lighter.

He thought to himself: he didn't hold back at the bottom of the mountain, and walked ahead of everyone. Wait, you have to hold back and let someone else start!

"I have long heard that the turtledove has a fifteen dollars under his command, and his wisdom is like the sea, and he must be true to his words, and even the turtledove obeys his words. It was too dark last night to look closely, but now that I see it, it's really ...... It's ten times more powerful than I ever imagined! With you in our rebel alliance, why worry about big things? ”

"Haha, welcome! Welcome!! Fifteen Dollars smiled, "I represent Turtledove, on behalf of White Rock City, welcome to you!" ”

Fifteen dollars smiled and smiled, but did not lead the one-horned chief to go backwards.

Just as the two of them were warm and polite, a second chief rode under the city gate.

Fifteen laughed again, leaving the one-horned chief unfinished, and rose to the second.

"Haha, little crow! My old friend! "Fifteen dollars to welcome him is a bit of an exaggeration.

But it was this exaggerated enthusiasm that made the little crow on horseback have to jump off the horse. He refused to hug Fifteen Dollars, only shook his hand.

"Take us to the turtledove—" said the little crow.

But fifteen dollars had already left him behind and was on to the next man.

The little crow felt that he was being left out, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart, but then he pressed it again.

He knew that this was not the time to have a seizure.

Fifteen dollars was like a welcoming machine standing at the gates of the city, and everyone saw that he was welcoming them, but everyone also felt that this welcome carried a kind of coldness.

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When the last of the oxen came to the door, he did not dismount, nor did he even look down at the fifteen dollars.

This scene saw the actions of the turtledove, and it was destined not to be too friendly. From the very beginning, the cow knew it.

He had no problem with turtledoves, and besides, he admired the young man from the south. When the first meeting of the 'All Indian Resistance Alliance', he also took the initiative to shout a few words for the turtledove.

What Turtledove wants to do, he wants to do.

It's just that the situation is changing too fast, and he doesn't have time to do anything, and the turtledove is almost done.

- The Indian League is good, but if the leader of this alliance is him, then it is really good!

The sitting cow looked coldly ahead.

The smile on Fifteen's face did not change, but the words began to chill faintly:

"Standing here to welcome you, just out of politeness."

"You're here because the turtledove wants you here!"

"Then again, if the turtledove wants you to get out, you'll have to get out of it obediently!"