All the nobles above the lord level here have been concentrated in the big tent.

At this moment, it still belongs to Attila and belongs to the Huns, even if they have the ability to reach the sky, they can't set off any storms. So all of them are the faces and expressions of losers.

"Your Majesty has arrived!"

When the nobles were chatting quietly and sneakily, a thunderous shout suddenly sounded outside the tent, and the nobles in the tent were shocked and silenced. The big tent, which was originally as lively as a bazaar, suddenly became dead silent.

Heavy footsteps, the sound of the soldier walking with a spear and the ground when he walked, two rows of majestic figures dressed in black bear skin stepped into the big tent proudly, divided the big tent into two pieces neatly, and then turned back neatly, knelt down, bowed his head, and the whole action was done in one go without a trace of drag and neatness, which was extremely domineering.

The nobles in the tent knelt down one after another, and the big tent was opened by two beautiful maids, and when two people came in, the nobles peeked in, only to see that this person's black helmet and black armor, blood-red cloak swayed with the pace, and his eyes were as cold as a knife. Attila was followed closely to the right by a blonde westerner guard, who had a lazy smile and a casual look, about 30 years old, unusually handsome, with sharp edges and sharp edges like axes, as if he had come to a friend's house rather than to conquer others, and was holding a strange one-handed sword, this guard did not even wear armor, a casual blue silk robe, but strangely, everywhere he went, the people near him smelled a strong smell of blood, and many nobles resisted not to let themselves vomit, and kept frowning, hoping that he would go away quickly、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、

Attila walked straight to the back of the big case. Flick your cloak and sit down.

Behind him, the blue-clothed guards followed at a gallop. Standing behind Attila, Attila's wolf-like gaze scanned the tent. The nobles in the tent did not dare to look at each other.

A hint of coldness appeared at the corner of Attila's mouth, and he said solemnly: "Get up! ”

"Thank you!. ”

The nobles in the tent stood up, bowed, and sat down on the floor, not daring to look at Attila.

"I, the king of the Huns, Attila Iron Cavalry, has not tasted defeat for more than 20 years, slaughtered hundreds of large and small races, broken thousands of cities, and wiped out countless armies, few of which can make this king get pleasure after conquest, but ......" Attila said this, his eyes showed agitation, and he shouted, "This king has to say that you desert humans are worthy of my conquest!"

The nobles in the tent suddenly had hot eyes when they heard this.

To hear this phrase from the mouth of Attila, who has a penchant for conquering other races, is enough to make them proud.

"Although you have been defeated in the desert in the past, it is not because you are not brave enough, but because you do not have a good enough king, and your old weak and incompetent king has brought you to the end!

The eyes of the desert nobles began to burn, and Attila's words spoke to their hearts once more.

"This king's grandmother is a desert human, a princess of Bixis! Originally, she was not a barbarian, but this king has a quarter of desert blood! Therefore, you take it to heart, you have not lost to others, but to your own people, and it is not outsiders who conquer you today but also desert people! This ...... No shame!"

In order to gain the allegiance of these great nobles, it is necessary to prescribe the right medicine, restore their self-confidence and awareness of their aristocratic status.

"Yes, it is not the foreigners who conquer us, but also the desert people!"

"Who's to say it's not? His Majesty is the grandson of Princess Bessis of the Arabian Empire, and he is also a desert man, and we just lost to our own people. ”

As soon as Attila finished speaking, the desert nobles began to clamor for themselves. Attila's gentle and clever words unraveled the crux of the nobles' suppressed hearts and restored their pride as aristocrats.

Attila Horan raised her hand.

The guard, who had been behind Attila and looked casual, suddenly looked terrible, and suddenly shouted: "Silence!"

In just an instant, the strong smell of blood just now filled the entire tent, and some people even saw the blood mist, and this time a few nobles really couldn't help but vomit、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、

The desert nobles who were clamoring for themselves were silenced, and silence was restored in the big tent, and Attila said coldly: "This king doesn't want to hear this. If you are still a nobleman, use your scimitars, your horses, and your soldiers to tell me what a true nobleman is!"

"Your Majesty, the next time you conquer the road, my soldiers and I will definitely rush to the front line!" Attila spoke, and a desert sultan (the sultan is equivalent to the banner master, with 100,000 soldiers and horses, and 100,000 feudal households) has already stepped forward.

"Hmm. Attila nodded, "What's your name?"

The Sultan said proudly: "Saddam!"

"Saddam Hussein、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、

Attila said. "Well, the king has written it down. I'll be sure to give you a spot on my flank next time my army marches!"

"Your Majesty, and me!"

Attila spoke. Another Sultan stepped forward.

Attila asked, "What's your name?"

"Gaddafi 、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、"

"Gaddafi? ”

"陛xià. And me. ”

"And us, we're going to go on a journey too. ”

This time. All the desert nobles in the tent stood up. On such an occasion, in such an atmosphere. If there are still people who can sit still, there are only two possibilities. One is that he doesn't recognize Attila's identity as a conqueror at all, and the other is that the guy is not good enough to be on the table, and there are too few soldiers under his command.

Next, Attila sat on the throne, and these desert nobles came forward one by one to swear allegiance, and the clerk beside Attila was responsible for the record, and Attila tried to remember every banner lord under his command, even every marquis of ten thousand households, and even every centurion!

This is Attila, an ambitious and meticulous Attila who is scheming - Sabre!!!!!!

So many people call him the "Three-Hearted Hun King".

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The war in the desert country has just been extinguished, and the slave trading city of Xiluo, which is located at the junction of many parties, has a ripple, and the son of a prince in a small Tatar country was caught by slave traders who sneaked into the wasteland when he was playing outside, and it is said that he died on the way to Xiluo, and those slave traders naturally hid in the city of Xiluo, which was protected by two countries.

Half a month later, the prince led a 130,000 Tatar army to the city, first besieged the city for three days, and then the prince led a sturdy yak to the city gate, with a two-meter-long guillotine, cut off the yak's head with a knife, and threw it into the city.

A slave trader who understood the customs of the Tatars said: "This is a Tatar tradition, before the slaughter of the city, the head of a yak is thrown into the city!"

"The Tatars want to slaughter the city、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、"

The poor barbarian child who had always died on the way should be the only son of this prince, and the most important thing is that this prince and the Tatar khan were born of the same father and mother, and they trusted and supported him. Therefore, the prince of a small country can recruit hundreds of thousands of troops in a short period of time to avenge his son.

For this incident, the two countries responsible for protecting the city of Taunt suddenly negotiated with the barbarians to withdraw their troops、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、 yes, the two countries that managed the north and south cities respectively withdrew their troops stationed in the city, which obviously did not want to offend the barbarians because of a small three-way zone that was already unclear on the national border.

There are about 300,000 residents and slaves in the city, which means that these 300,000 people will be buried for the only son of the prince、、、、、、、、、、、

The residents of the city first panicked, and then angry, they have paid taxes to the two countries for nearly half a century, and they still can't get their approval, the residents here and this land, the two countries have not regarded it as their own at all, they just covet the high taxes, and the residents of the city believe that if it is not ridiculed today, but another city, there will be a war immediately, the three countries.

Feeling hopeless for their survival, some of the city's inhabitants tried to escape at night, and were thrown back into the city by the Tatars as a sieve, while others went from house to house searching for the few slave traders who had fled here. The shadow of death looms over this once-thriving city.

There are nearly 200 adult mammoths and 40 smaller juvenile mammoths in the huge canyon, which seem to be migrating, with brown and yellow hair covering their bodies, walking slowly, and it can be seen that they are family units, and the little mammoths are the most lively, from time to time they break away from the team to play and chase. Most of the mammoths have a leader, who is at the forefront of the group, and the strongest one with a face covered in the scars of duels with his own people is probably the one who is the strongest.