Hulala......

The thousands of soldiers who were originally in a siege posture directly made way of a passage, and at this moment, of course, they would not forget that this fat and stupid fat man was none other than the chief of the Prairie Eagle, one of the five major tribes on the Dargan steppe!

Seeing the four of them leave, several leaders stood together again, and they looked at the four young men, especially the white-looking guy, the aura on his body was extremely indifferent, even if he killed Lord Erdun, it seemed that it was nothing more than that.

It seems that adults are going to die!

Several people looked at each other in horror again, and then at the thousands of soldiers, and for a while they didn't know where to go.

At this moment, Lu Ming and the others had already galloped away, and Zhuo Ligetu grabbed Erdun's head, with a slight smile on his face, but two lines of tears flowed down. Even if you take revenge, you can't come back to life after death!

Lu Ming patted the fat man on the shoulder, signaling him not to think too much, and then he cautiously shrouded everyone's momentum with a trace of sword power.

Although Erdun was dead, and although the Hutu warriors were stunned, Lu Ming's killer instincts kept reminding him that this matter was not over.

Lu Ming directly thought of Balhu, the biggest overlord on the grassland, and Lu Ming always believed that in this series of events, only this overlord is the biggest owner and should be the biggest winner.

Except, perhaps, for the death of Erdun.

In fact, Lu Ming knew very well that even if Erdun died, Balhu would not break his muscles and bones. It's just that there's a sword missing that can be stabbed at will.

Back in the Prairie Eagle tribe, Erdun put the blue harrier on his shoulder, grabbed Erdun's head and went out.

Lu Ming knew that the fat man would have his own way to mourn his relatives, and it was fruitless to think about anything at this time, so he began to recover from his injuries.

After they recover a little, the fat three must also be treated as soon as possible. No matter what time it is, only if you maintain your strongest combat power at all times, you can deal with all changes. Even if you can't handle it, you won't be tied down.

The night passed quickly, and the sun shone brightly on the land. The sky was cloudless. Even in the sad winter months, such weather can give a good mood.

"Oh my God! What is this?"

A herdsman who drove his sheep out of the tribe suddenly let out an exclamation, and he looked at the tribe he was in or his steppe eagle before he made up his mind. Walk towards the newly erected wooden stake in the doorway.

"Erdun? This is the head of Erdun? God! Whose masterpiece is this?" the herdsman saw the head of a man planted on a sharpened stake. Immediately shook his hand and threw away the leather whip in his hand. I hugged that incredible face with both hands.

His exclamation drew more people, and many herdsmen and warriors hurried to see the hideous head. Immediately, everyone cheered, and a vicious aura in their chests dissipated.

Then came the boiling of the whole tribe, and the people left their work in their hands, and all rushed to this stake, and at this moment no amount of flowery words could express their inner feelings, and they all bowed down and prayed.

At this time, a group of people and horses appeared outside the tribe, among the herdsmen had their own outstanding eyesight, he immediately found that this was the team of the Great Khan Balhu, and also gathered the chiefs of the other four tribes, followed by two hundred elite soldiers led by each of them, but there were thousands of people in total.

What's going on?

The herdsmen and warriors stood up one after another, looking at the face of the Great Khan of Balhu, as if they had come to ask for guilt. A warrior thought for a moment, and then ran wildly to the chief's tent.

"What are you all doing. ”

Balhu glanced at Erdun's head, turned to the herdsman and asked, his side was very low, but he tried his best to suppress his anger.

When I arrived at the scene of the incident last night, it was already empty, and only the dazed Hutu warriors were trying their best to piece together Erdun's body. And because of the loss of her brother, the woman she loved fainted from crying on the spot, and now she is still crying and committing suicide to accompany her brother.

There is no one on the grassland who doesn't know their relationship with Erdun, this is simply a slap in the face!

No matter which way you think about it, Balhu's anger is burning irrepressibly, and it has a tendency to become more and more vigorous.

"Do what you have to do. ”

Balhu snorted, ignoring the warriors who came to greet him, and walked directly to the central tent.

The four men who followed him made the warriors wait in place, and followed. These four tribal chiefs were actually very helpless, because they had been very friendly with the chief of Bal before, and this time the incident did not intervene in the atrocities of Erdun because of Balhu, but this could not prevent the growth of the crisis in their hearts.

God knows if Erdun will look at other tribes after getting the Prairie Eagle Tribe.

But before the four of them could make a final decision, Erdun had already been killed, and his head was stuck on a stake at the gate of the Prairie Eagle Tribe.

The four of them were secretly happy in their hearts, but they didn't expect to receive a letter from Balhu almost at the same time, asking to come here to ask for their guilt, because a month later, every steppe person knew about the sword competition.

"It's not in order!"

Balhu's voice was low like that of a lion before a rage, and the last time he came, the fat man had asked himself to say goodbye, but this time, he was recuperating from his wounds in the tent where he was, and he didn't even mean to let himself sit down.

Bal Tiger didn't care about this at all, and sat down directly, his huge body filling a leather chaise longue.

His gaze looked at Zoligetu, and then at the other three, and saw that they were all wounded, and they were so bad, that if they were any more serious, they would probably die.

But none of them died.

Bal Tiger almost exploded, but when he saw Lu Ming, he found that the breath on this guy's body was very weak, like a little candle flame in the grassland wind, it seemed that it would be extinguished in the next moment, but the flame of this candle flame was burning against the wind.

Balhu was secretly surprised, and suddenly realized that the plan to poison first and then assassinate Erdun must have come from this kid.

He was about to say something when he saw the curtain lift, and the Sword Saint of Destruction walked in.

Balhu secretly swallowed, at the time of the incident last night, he was drinking and talking about swords with the Sword Saint of Destruction. He was very knowledgeable, and his understanding of the sword was even deeper, and he made himself feel like he was suddenly opening his mouth several times, but he couldn't grasp what it was.

Bal Hu knew that it was because this understanding of the sword came from the Sword Saint of Destruction, not his own, and what he needed was a little understanding, perhaps as thin as a piece of paper.

Balhu was in high spirits and was about to pierce the paper, but suddenly he felt signs of battle, but Erdun should not lose. On the other hand, the Sword Saint of Destruction was unaware, as if he hadn't noticed anything.

But he sensed it all, and he definitely couldn't feel it.

Bal Tiger kept talking about the sword with the Sword Saint of Destruction on his face, but he was sneering in his heart, wait and see how you react.

However, it backfired, and it was Erdun who died.

Bal Hu nodded slightly at the Sword Saint of Destruction, then looked at the calm Zhuo Ligetu, and said: "Since you have already negotiated the sword competition, since I am the referee of this sword competition, then your actions are not in accordance with the rules, and I need an explanation for this matter." First, it was to appease thousands of Hutu warriors, second, to uphold the rules of the steppe, and third, there were four chiefs who did not want such an incident to happen. ”

After seeing the Sword Saint of Destruction, Bal Hu's attitude was obviously softened a lot, this is the role of the strong. Lu Ming sneered in his heart, just sat silently and did not speak.

"Rules?" Zhuo Ligetu said coldly: "When Erdun killed my adoptive father, did he talk about the rules? After a few days, he kept chasing and killing Khudar and his family, did this talk about the rules? The Great Khan didn't think that if I didn't die, I didn't conform to the rules, right?"

"What are you talking about! I have brought the four chiefs with me today just to keep the rules of our grassland alive, and not to lose myself for some reason outside. Balhu's tone was full of love for the grassland. He is also worthy of being a hegemon, and he quickly adjusted his emotions.

"The rules of the grassland are meant to continue, but the rules have always been mutual. Zoligetu said but said no more, and then he just glanced at the four chiefs, and they smiled awkwardly, how could they still question.

Lu Ming handed the Sword Saint of Destruction a cup of tea, and then leisurely picked up a cup of tea and drank it. This Balhu now wants to use the rules to suppress Zhuo Ligetu, but it's a pity that he doesn't talk about the rules himself, if he stands up at the beginning, there will be rules at all.

However, Lu Ming reminded the fat man last night, asking him not to mention the killer, this kind of thing is originally dead without proof, even if the killer is left as a witness, it will be useless, then maybe the killer sect will target his own people, and Bal Hu will also find excuses from it, which is really worth the loss.

Balhu was silent, and now looking at them as victors, this is not at all the same thing as his own imagination of guilt. It turned out that he wanted to use the rules and use the rhetoric of the four chiefs to directly convict this fat man, but he didn't expect that he seemed to be missing something, and in the end he couldn't achieve it.

The key is to destroy the Juggernaut.

Bal Tiger is extremely depressed, with this guy here, even if he does anything, there are infinite obstacles.

After a while, Balhu stood up, sighed and said, "This matter will end here, in the afternoon the Hutu and other tribes will return to the Prairie Eagle, I think there is no unsolvable hatred between your tribes." (To be continued......)