The language and accent of the Raven tribe convinced the guards of Siegel and stopped treating them with a defensive attitude. They took out a bag of mare's milk wine and exchanged it with the traveler, but they did not expect to receive the best wine from the elves.

"Oh, even at the jousting tournament, I didn't get to taste such wine. The guard smacked his lips, admiring it while not forgetting to share it with his companions. "But soon there will be no shortage of such things. ”

"What does that mean, the elves are doing business with you?" Siegel asked, frowning and alert.

A twinkle of struggle crossed the guard's eyes, and he looked at the group of travelers in front of him again. They are all authentic human beings with wounds on their bodies. At present, humans and elves are fighting, and these people should not tell the truth, so he said: "The warriors of the steppe have been assembled, and they want to teach the elves who plant trees everywhere a lesson! The new Khan King is rising from the Holy Land and leading the knight storm to sweep the entire steppe!"

Siegel grabbed the man by the collar and dragged him in front of him, "What did you say? The Raven Tribe is going to fight the elves?

The guard tried to push those powerful hands away, but found himself controlled by a strange force and unable to resist at all. There was a pair of vortices in those black eyes, and he couldn't help but say: "Yes, we will defeat the elves and seize the hegemony of the new world!"

Siegel let go of his hand, and the guard regained his ability to move. He reached for the hilt of his sword at his waist and prepared to beckon his companions to take down the group of travelers. Manna and the knights reacted quickly, reaching for their swords and crossbows in their saddles. Siegel snapped his fingers, and the prairie guard shook twice. Then they all fell asleep on their stomachs.

"Let's go. Looks like something big has happened to the Raven tribe. Siegel rolled over his horse. Slammed the horse's buttocks. "They must be stopped!"

Hurrying their horses and whipping up, they rode towards the Holy Land. Siegel pondered on horseback, what was it that made the giant Kerry's brain heat up that he had the idea of attacking the elves? The guard had just said a word, "King Khan", and it seemed that the power in the steppe had a new structure. So was the idea of sending troops Kerry's own idea, or was it the choice of the new circle of power?

His thoughts were interrupted by a feeling of suffocation. For the people had entered the confines of the Holy Land. The power of the elements is still around us, but it is unable to form an effective operation outside the body. Siegel had almost forgotten the uncomfortable feeling and was now having to get used to it again.

Without magic, many things are difficult to handle, and the mage knows that his strength has been greatly reduced. He had tried to find a way to cast spells here, but had failed repeatedly. This time, I don't know what kind of things are waiting for me, and I must continue to find a way to solve the spellcasting problem.

It's not that there isn't any elemental power like the Anti-Demon Zone, but it shatters the spell structure that has already been formed and renders it useless. No power appears out of thin air, it is a chaotic idea of God, and it also requires the manifestation of rules in order to produce results. Siegel repeats over and over again. Start with the most basic single element magic, starting with a small flame. Find the secrets of the Holy Land.

The flames turned to dust and dissipated with the wind over and over again. They rode all the way to the foot of the Holy Land, but Siegel still couldn't think of a way. He put away his magic and looked up, only to be startled by what he saw.

At the foot of the Holy Land Mountain are all kinds of tents, crowded together in a haphazard manner. There are a variety of livery on the tents, some with totems and some with simple lines. Siegel looked at it, and there were almost no tents with the Jackdaw Tribe emblems, most of them were the dwellings of other tribes scattered across the grassland.

This is what the guards call jousting tournaments, and these tents must have been prepared for the contestants—Siegel didn't have to think twice to guess the answer. There were hardly any women or children in the tent area, all of them were sturdy warriors and their handsome horses. The men looked at Siegel and his party with curiosity until they came to the foot of the Holy Land. There is an unwalled gate with totemic symbols and amulets hanging from a black wood arched frame.

Kerry had spoken to Siegel earlier about this thing, which could dispel the door to evil and judge kindness. The Three Spirits will check everyone who passes through the gate with their wise eyes, and those particularly evil monsters will manifest here, unable to ascend the Holy Mountain.

The last time I was here, most of the long hall was still made of brick and stone shelves, and less than half of the roof was sheltered from the wind and rain. Now it is a grand hall: green walls and gray roofs symbolize the grasslands under the sky, and white ravens carved in stone perch on the eaves and look around with emerald eyes.

From the foot of the hill there is a smooth avenue leading to the long hall, and dozens of flags of various patterns are hung on both sides of the road. The cold wind blew, and the image of the beast on the flag shook hideously, making a fluttering sound. The banners representing the Jackdaw, Black Wolf, and Red Sun tribes are closest to the Great Hall, indicating that at least these three tribes are still at the heart of the new power group.

They dismounted at the arch and threw the reins to the guards in chain mail. Siegel's black-haired and black-eyed features were very recognizable, so the people of the Jackdaw tribe greeted him one after another: "Dragon Slayer!

Not all of the tribes of the steppe knew Siegel's name, so they asked each other about it. They had always wondered how the Ravens had risen again, where the fine weapons, armor, and endless gold coins had come from, and where the crafts they had collected for the processing of furs, herbs, and animal bones had gone. They tracked down the Bird's Nest Fort, but the Shiratori family was clearly unable to answer their questions. Now these people see Siegel and finally have an answer.

The mage led Manna and the others through the arch and up the road. Approaching the long hall are paved with elaborate steps, which at first glance are the work of the craftsmen of the castle. There are not many stones in the steppe, and the dwarves occupy the stone mines of the walled mountains, so only the castle lord has qualified stonemasons. These steps come from the Bird's Nest City and are ready to be laid all the way to the foot of the mountain in the future.

The highest part of the staircase is level with the long hall, and a platform is built. There were quite a few guards sitting around. The ten closest to the gate were heavily armed. Standing proudly. The markings of the jackdaws appear clearly in front of their delicate breastplate. Only Kerry's blood relatives and his most trusted warriors were able to use such a mark, much to the envy of the other guards on the platform.

The leaders of the tribe were meeting in the long hall, and their guards were left outside. In order to show that there is no hostility, no one is allowed to put their hands on their weapons, except when eating and cutting meat. Siegel and his party did not have any armor, only wore a cloak to protect them from the cold, which looked very shabby. However, they are all very well armed, especially the long sword at the waist of the mage. The sparkling gems on the scabbard alone can be exchanged for an entire set of warrior gear. The men were silent until their leader reached the door of the Great Hall, and before they could speak, the guards of the Jackdaw tribe opened the door of their own accord.

Siegel can go in, but Manna is stopped when she tries to get in. "Dragon Slayer, no guards are allowed inside, the Raven Tribe promises your safety. ”

"Do you need to unarm your weapon?"

"You don't. The guard stroked his chest with his right fist, saluted, and cleared the way into the Great Hall.

Siegel stepped inside. If winter is still reigning outside, then inside the long hall has entered the sweltering summer. There were dozens of braziers lit inside, so it was bright and warm. When completed, the long hall takes a hundred steps to get to the opposite side. Thirty steps to cross. Two rows of stout pillars support the soaring roof, both of which are decorated with motifs that record history. There are many long tables under the pillars. The chiefs sitting behind the table were being entertained with food and wine.

Kerry was approaching a hundred paces away, seated on a throne on a three-step platform. There was a low table beside him, and the drink on it was always full. On the wall behind him, the Ice Spear hung high, exuding a terrifying cold air. Parallel to the artifact is a tapestry depicting a jackdaw wearing a crown flying over the grassland.

A sentence was written on it in dwarven script: "King of the steppe Khan, the king of kings." ”

Beside him was a maid serving, and not far from him, an unfamiliar face with a hooked nose was babbling something to Kerry.

The mage stepped forward, bypassing the raging flames burning in the center of the hall and heading straight for the throne under the watchful eyes of the people on both sides. "Kerry, I'm here again!" Siegel's voice was unusually clear: "I heard that the Khan King was born on the steppe?"

Giant Kree's eyes flashed with excitement, and he jerked up from his throne and said in a loud voice, "Welcome, my brother. The people unanimously elected me as the new king of the steppe, shining on the land covered with snow and ice. Did you come to congratulate me?"

Siegel shook his head and stood at the bottom of the steps. A few steps away, Kerry seemed strange, as if he had lost that sense of intimacy and warmth. He was still alive and well, and his giant-like strength had not diminished in the slightest, but his temperament had changed beneath the flesh.

"I only learned about this after I entered the grassland, so I didn't prepare anything in advance. But all in all, congratulations on becoming the king of the grassland, isn't that exactly what you've always dreamed of?"

Kerry laughed loudly, but the hooked nose beside him was expressionless, just looking at Siegel with a complicated gaze, as if to eat him with his eyes. Siegel glanced at him, making sure that this person he had never met, and certainly not the person who had followed any of the leaders after the merger of the three tribes in the past. And this person has a familiar smell on his body, which is the smell of the spell-casting material.

The giant shook his fist into the air, unable to contain his excitement, and exclaimed, "You're right, my dream has come true." Now, in order to repay the people who helped me realize my dreams, I am about to go on a journey to take them to harvest and enjoy happiness!"

"So you're going to fight the elves?" Siegel slashed in, his voice heard throughout the long hall.

"Of course!" Kerry said: "The elves plant trees, and the grass under the trees can't grow, so they want to cut off our way of life!" Kerry said to himself, not caring about Siegel's expression at all: "The elves' army is mainly archery, and the ancient tree of war is the front row, but it can only deal with the situation in front of it." But the elves will now face the tide from all directions, our cavalry is good, and the victory will definitely be ours!"

"Are you stupid or crazy?" Siegel's voice echoed through the long hall. (To be continued.) )