He is now the King of Solitude.

Angqin seemed to disappear into the tent, and several warriors searched for their relatives in the wind and sand, and when they found them, they all wept blankly.

They bowed down to the gods of the desert in front of the king's tent, beat their chests and howled and swore to the holy Talateng that they would take revenge!

Angqin's name was shouted, but he knelt beside his father's corpse indifferently, dazed.

It wasn't until dawn that Ang Qin walked out of the royal court with his father's body in his arms, and then the warriors worked together to bury their relatives.

Leaving the golden scimitar in the grave, Aung Qin took the scimitar that his father had held when he died, and set off again.

The overwhelmed samurai, full of hatred, followed him all the way to the left court, even ignoring the sandstorm that shook all night.

The flames of war in the left court seemed to have just ended, and groups of women, children, and old people were walking towards the end of the desert with arduous steps.

Ang Qin followed the group, and then rode to the leader of the old man who was trekking on the final journey.

When Aung Qin dismounted, he asked the old man, "Where are you going?"

The old man calmly glanced at the scimitar at his waist, his dry lips squirmed, and said, "Follow the tradition and go to the cemetery left for us by Talaten."

Ang Qin's heart sank, there is such a rule in the desert. When the samurai of the clan were killed in battle, the elders would take the women and children to the end of the desert in search of an unclimbable mountain made of sand.

Legend has it that it was the place where the sun rose, and it was there that they would kill themselves, staining the entire mountain of sand with blood. Legend has it that as soon as the sand mountain is completely stained red with blood, the oracle of Talateng will come to greet the souls of the dead on the sand mountain and lead them to fly to the temple of Talateng to reunite with their relatives.

But it also means the complete demise of the desert.

And all of this happened many days ago.

After listening to Ang Qin's account of what happened along the way, Jiao He then looked at the old man standing respectfully in front of him and said, "You have observed the traditions of the desert people, but you are not a sorcerer, and you are not qualified to hold traditions for women and children."

The old man was still holding the dead wood cane that had accompanied him all the way, and his old eyes looked at Jiaohe, as if he was looking at it and looking at it.

He poked out his old trembling fingers, slowly pointed to the armor on Jiaohe's body, and said, "You are wearing the armor of the enemy, you are not worthy to be the king of the desert."

The samurai gathered around the campfire did not make a sound, and respecting the elders in the desert was a rule set by the gods. In the same way, they could not question the king they had sworn to follow with blood for the sake of this pious rule.

This answer can only be given by Jiaohe.

Jiaohe stood up, he walked around the bonfire to the old man, and immediately tore off half of his shirt with his fingers, and took the totem of the royal family out of a corner.

"I was the prince of the right court of the desert." Jiao He covered the totem with his shirt, "Later, I grew up under Zheng Guoren, and this armor is my disguise to hide my shame."

Burigood handed the old man water, but the old man did not answer, but only followed with a calm sentence: "A warrior is not afraid to die in battle, you have been raised by the enemy, you are a slave. Nor is he qualified to be their king."

"But the three courts of the desert no longer exist." Burigood stood with the water in his hand, "These warriors are all tribes from the end of the desert, they are the seeds left by the three courts of the desert a long time ago, and we need a king to lead us."

The old man looked at Burigood, and the five fingers of his staff were a little looser, and he said, "Why did you give him your life? The right court was killed in battle, and the god Talatan would care for the souls of the samurai. His royal blood is defiled, and no warrior will recognize his identity."

Burigood carried the water, and the man in the wooden bowl reflected his sincere eyes.

Word for word, he said, "I admit it."

All the warriors looked up at him, and one of them slipped through their throats and swallowed at the sound of the words.

The old man hunched over with age, but his raised head still retains the pride of the past, and he says, "I have seen the appearance of demons, and there are too few of you, and fearless warriors will not die in a useless duel."

Jiaohe also looked at Burigud, Angqin

Nervously sweat oozing from the palms of my hands.

In the eyes of all the people who looked at Burigood, he slowly put down the wooden bowl in his hand and helped the old man to sit down.

"I led the warriors to the western coast of the desert, where I confronted the Canadians who invaded the desert." Burigood sat down as if he were telling the master the story to his guests, "The warriors are brave, they follow me down the dunes and kill the Canadians. And the Canadians used their shields against our scimitars, but they lost to us."

The old man's action of putting down the wooden stick fell in the eyes of Jiaohe, and the old man may have let down his vigilance with this release.

The old man poked his neck out curiously and asked suspiciously, "Did you win?"

Břígood chuckled, and he slowly made a gesture of swinging his sword, and said proudly, "Yes, we won at first."

The old man was amused by his action, and he laughed hoarsely for a moment, and then asked slowly, "What happened later?" Z.br>

"Later." "There are so many people, there are hundreds of their great ships, and the number of people is like the sand of the desert that cannot be counted. They surrounded us like a sandstorm in the desert night."

The old man sighed wistfully and said, "You have lost."

The samurai's faces tightened, and their frowns furrowed made the atmosphere inside the tent oppressive and heavy.

"Yes, we lost." Bříggood recalled, his calloused fingers clenching as if grasping something, "Their shields are blocking our scimitars, and they are about to get rid of them. The spears pierced us, and the people kept approaching. The horse was frightened and spun in place. We knew it was time to go to the temple in Talaten."

The old man looked at the bonfire and was silent, his thin body trembled, and he said faintly, "You are very brave."

The samurai slowly lowered their proud heads in regret.

"My companion was stabbed to death with a spear, and I knew it would be me next. But bravery won't keep us alive." Burigood looked at Jiaohe with a sunny smile on his face, "But he appeared, with an army of Zheng Guoren."

The samurai all looked at Jiaohe, and the old man also looked at Jiaohe in surprise.

The old man's eyes trembled in disdain, and he said, "But the people of Zheng Guo and the desert people are mortal enemies."

"We used to be." Jiaohe also sat down, and he threw the dead branch into the campfire to make a crackling sound, "But no one cared about each other's identities at that time."

The old man listened to the crackling sound of dead branches reaching his ears, but he seemed to hear the monstrous shouts of killing.

The samurai looked at Jiaohe, and the heat spewed out, making the focal sight seem to ignite a flame.

Burigood's eyes were full of frenzy as he looked at Jiaohe, and he said, "He led Zheng ***'s team down the sand dunes and broke up the enemy's encirclement. And eagles flew in the sky to help us kill the enemy, and also gave us a glimmer of life."

The old man muttered in shock, "The gods ......."

The surprised faces of the samurai showed great respect.

"He took the Zheng *** team in iron armor, riding a tall horse, and the horse was also covered with iron armor, as well as the spear that stood up!" Burigood's eyes widened with excitement suddenly, as if he saw hope, "It was he who tore a small hole in the siege for us, and also allowed our warriors to run their horses again and fight bravely to kill the enemy!"

The old man's gaze at Jiaohe was complex and changing, gradually revealing a meager respect, and he asked expectantly, "What about later?"

"We broke through and ran towards the dunes. But they are still there, fighting the enemy in the rain." Břigood clenched his fingers as if he were holding his heart, and he looked at the old man earnestly, and said word by word, "So we can't escape."

The old man choked on a mouthful of heat in his chest with excitement, and the scorching battle intent made him gasp for breath.

He refocused on the old man's head and said, "Yes, the warriors of the desert will not run away, they will face death."

"We rushed back, swinging our scimitars in the rainstorm. We are returning to the battlefield regardless of life or death to prove our strength to the sacred Talaten, nor to be able to enter the Heroic Spirit with peace of mind after death

The temple faces our ancestors!" Pressing his knees in an accentuated tone, he looked around at the warriors and said, "We are here to prove to our former enemies that we are not slaves!"

The old man exhaled a long-suppressed hot breath excitedly, and the samurai pursed their lips as moved by his words.

The old man's wrists trembled at his waist, and he bowed his head again and again, "Brave warrior, brave desert warrior. Ancestors bless, you have inherited the scimitars of your ancestors."

"There are millions of Cana people, and the number of people in the desert atrium and the left court combined cannot resist, but we are the people of Talaten, and we have the belligerent blood inherited from our ancestors, and we will not admit defeat!" Burigud pointed to the warriors in the tent, "They are the warriors brought out by the head clan of the Great Desert Lobby by the king, brave warriors, their scimitars sharpened with sharp light, and they are willing to shed their blood for the women, children, and old people of the tribe!" At the moment of survival in the desert, they did not run away, just like countless samurai who died in the decisive battle, just like their compatriots who died on the coast. But our former enemies stand by our side and fight alongside us!"

The old man met Břigood's determined gaze with old eyes, and from there he saw courage, fighting spirit, tenacity, and the honor of a samurai.

He looked at Burigood and said in a solemn tone, "You trust him."

Burigood clenched his fist and slammed it into his chest, and he responded to the elder with courtesy: "Take an oath as my samurai, I believe in him."

The old man looked around at the warrior in the tent, and he straightened his neck and asked in a hoarse voice, "You believe him."

The samurai clenched their scimitars at their waists and slammed their fists into their hearts.

"The old man is a weak man abandoned by the desert, and we can't hold on to the scimitar and go to battle." The old man turned to the river, and he bowed his head respectfully, "But I will pray to the holy Talaten, to pray that courage will be given to you, and that you will be fearless and victorious in your decisive battle with the demons."

The old man got up slowly, and Ang Qin immediately said, "Tradition—"

"The tradition of the desert is that after the desert is destroyed, we will water the yellow sand with blood on the sacred mountain, begging Talateng to reunite us with our loved ones." The old man interrupted him calmly, and then he tried to pick up the dead wood staff on the ground, "But the warriors of the desert are here, we will wait patiently."