The blood-colored sunset shone among the majestic mountains of the Iron Cliff Mountain, and a majestic goshawk swept through the sky under the dome, leaving an invisible trail between the smoke and the bright sunset.

And in this wilderness, I don't know when there have already been large areas of settlements and camp tents, countless bonfire smoke and totem flags fluttering in the wind, and melodious and desolate songs can be heard echoing on the earth in the distance, but in the poignant sunset, people can perceive the slaughter in the wind.

It was like a entrenched beast flaunting its claws and steel fangs, greedily watching the fertile and rich land and its tempting prey.

Tens of thousands of tents, tents and camps, countless caravans and livestock, all connected to the horizon with no edge in sight, no one can count how many wheels there are, how many bonfires.

And this unprecedentedly large settlement was their kingdom, a kingdom that was constantly moving—a kingdom of horses, wagons, livestock, and slaves, advancing every day and night. From the forests and wilderness of the easternmost part of the entire Han Land, to the flat valley at the foot of this iron cliff.

The land is a very barren place - the further east you go, the more north you go, the dense and dark jungle is full of man-eating monsters, the desolate land does not grow enough food to fill the stomach, the barbarian warriors who lack food and drink fight in the wilderness, and compete with the fierce beasts for the right to survive, the hunters who live and the prey who die.

The barbaric eastern part of the Vast Lands was never shrouded in the light of civilization, and the barbarian clans that lived there hunted and fought with arrowheads made of sharpened sticks and bones. Warm yourself with the fur of the beast. In order to live in that hard land, everyone had to learn to fight. Fight monsters. Fighting against rival clans, or even with your own kin, is the only way to get more food and protect more people.

And now, they have united from clans to a powerful tribe, leaving the hard-to-survive land and coming to the warmer and more fertile Midlands, of course, from the moment they step out of this barren land. It is destined that these people will not stop, and the rich and prosperous Hantu City is the habitat they dream of!"

In the middle of this vast settlement, the most magnificent royal tent is imposing, and the wolf's head totem with dark red blood stains flutters on the top of the tent, hunting in the sunset.

This tent is highly prized by the Hantu people - according to rumors, it is the tent made by the last great chief who ruled the Hantu tribes in order to be officially crowned king of the Hantu, and is made of the finest fur, the velvet of the Turines. Even the silk from the West Coast is so huge that it looks like a palace.

Nature. Before the Great Chief could become the King of the Land, he died under the Twin Towers. And this tent was also hidden until the blue wolf clan rose from the east, and their people gave it to the king of the clan, which became his royal tent and became a symbol of the hegemony of the entire clan.

Tens of thousands of slaves bore everything in the royal tent and the whole "tribe", doing their best to do the heaviest and lowest work of the whole tribe, numbing and obedient with endless labor and scourging, eating the most unpalatable food, yet with unparalleled loyalty to their masters. Their presence forms the cornerstone of the entire tribe.

It was getting late, and the tribal freedmen gathered outside the tents had already prepared their food, killing cattle and sheep - the tender and fat roast leg of lamb was bubbling with oil, and the fragrant chop soup made the surrounding barbarian warriors have a big appetite. And the mellow mare's milk wine, which is indispensable for these warriors in a day.

In this peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, accompanied by the loud sound of the horn, the barbarian warriors who were still enjoying the evening pleasure and dinner turned their heads one after another, whether it was the lowly slaves or the noble tribal leaders, they couldn't help but look in the direction from which the sound came.

The fluttering Red Horse Totem is simply eye-catching—because Gragu, the leader of the Red Horse Clan holding this totem, is now attacking the Twin Towers, a place where the Hantu people have been stumbling countless times for hundreds of years!

A few months ago, this guy named Gragu was nothing more than a lost dog, and no one took him seriously at all—if he could lead the entire Akama clan to surrender, maybe everyone would still look up to him. But now everyone knows that the Red Horse Clan has been wiped out by the Turinetes, and this guy has just escaped for refuge.

But I don't know why, it didn't take long for Gragu to gain the favor of the Great Chief of the Blue Wolf Clan, not only to supplement the tribal warriors under his command, but even to give him a glorious privilege - to take the battle banner of the Blue Wolf Clan to recruit those tribes loyal to the Turines, and then take the Twin Towers Fortress!

At first, almost everyone was in the mood to watch the joke, waiting for this guy named Gragu to roll back, but the final result surprised everyone - Gragu not only did not fail, but gathered a full army of 50,000, far more powerful than the Red Horse clan in the past, just according to the number of people, and even jumped to become one of the most powerful tribal leaders under the command of the Great Chief of the Blue Wolf!

Not to mention that he was now attacking the Twin Towers - even the clan leaders who looked down on him were now silently waiting, waiting for the good news from the Red Horse Clan, waiting for the day when they heard that the Twin Towers had fallen.

For no reason, this fortress contains so much blood and tears that any clan leader who has the courage to attack here will be respected by all, even if it is only on the surface - and if he succeeds in taking this fortress, then Gracchus will immediately become the most prestigious clan leader in the entire land!

At that day, perhaps even the Blue Wolf Clan will have to think about what to do with Gracchus - and again, with that kind of prestige, even if the Red Horse Clan declares independence, I'm afraid no one will stand up and blame him for his betrayal, because Gracchus does have that kind of power.

The leaders of these various clans looked at the envoy of the Red Horse Clan who walked in with a banner in a flaunting manner, their expressions were quite complicated, but they still entertained these warriors of the Red Horse Clan in the most enthusiastic way - mellow wine, delicious beef and mutton, and slender maidens, the enthusiasm of the Hantu people was quite direct and quite straightforward. With the exception of the priests, most of the women in the tribe were only appendages, but some were cheap and some were expensive.

And these clan warriors who had traveled long distances did not shirk it in the slightest, and accepted these gifts with a rather cheerful smile - obviously in their eyes, these were just deserved things, to reward themselves for their hard work along the way.

Only the messenger himself, who held the totem of the clan, never sat down to enjoy the pleasant feast, but waited outside the tent - he knew very well what the real purpose of his allegiance to Lord Gracchus was ordering him to come here. He didn't come to tell the good news, but for another reason.

It didn't take long for a middle-aged warrior dressed in a bloody wolf's skin to walk up to the tent and appear in front of the messenger with two axes. When those cold eyes swept over the tent, everyone involuntarily closed their mouths, and they didn't dare to look directly with their heads down.

That's the samurai of the Blue Wolf Clan, the Great Chief's Guard!

"I'm here to give an order, where is the envoy of the Red Horse Clan?" the samurai's voice didn't carry any emotion: "The order of the big chief, let him enter the account immediately!"

"This is your honor!" the messenger stood up unhurriedly, and humbly bowed down and saluted, "Please lead the way, my lord—don't you dare to make the Great Chief wait any longer!" )