The red brick wall is glazed with tiles, and the lights burn the crescent moon at night. The golden horde jade man took off his clothes, and the green silk shook his lips lightly.

Qingsheng turns to the slender hand, and the maple leaves fall on the willow waist. The water and frost flew away, and the summer cicadas withered.

In the western part of the Terence Khanate, on the banks of the Volga, here is Batu Sarai. Once the capital of the Golden Horde, it was a border city built after the fall of the steppe hero Temujin a long time ago.

The Volga River flows from the Valdai hilly highlands in the distant northern part of the Khanate, and its clear and vast water irrigates many tribes in the steppes along the way.

During the day, you can see white ospreys floating on the wide river, blue skies and silky grass, and it is very comfortable to stretch out lazily in the breeze.

More often than not, however, a large number of ships arrive at the port of Batu Sarai. In the port area, you can see many ragged and unkempt slender men dragging boats to anchor them. Under the scorching heat of the sun, the slaves endured the whipping, and they pulled forward in a rhythm under the deep voice of the middle-aged slave who led the group. Their eye sockets were sunken, the wrinkles on their brows were clumped, and their rough, dirty faces were numb from years of painful torture. Some of them wore shoes woven of grass and linen, and their black and red toes were exposed. Some were barefoot and bare-chested, gritting their teeth for support, and the ribs on their chests were showing one by one. You can also see some merchants in fine silk clothes disembarking from their ships, and they quickly move away from the harbor, leaving the people under their hands to handle the goods. These men shouted and cursed, and they whipped some of the slaves who were carrying goods.

You can also smell the fishy smell coming from the port market, where many ordinary tribesmen sell fish caught in the Volga River. They disemboweled all sorts of fish, large and small, of all shapes and sizes, and some of the colorful entrails were packed in a bucket with the fish's mucus, blood, and turbid water. They shouted loudly, the thicker voices of the men and the sharper voices of the women mingling in the stinking air. In this way, perhaps only the night, can temporarily stop the toiling of the slaves and the ordinary life of ordinary khanates, and bring them a little warmth in the bed.

If you look up into the distance, there are one after another towering, vast and luxurious buildings, in which there are fat-headed lamas and monks, high-ranking princes and nobles, merchants who trade goods, beautiful and plump women, and so on.

This is a sketch of the city of Batu Sarai in the Terrens Khanate, and perhaps it is not fundamentally different from a city of the Franco-Austrian Alliance.

The outer walls of Batu Sarai are red, and the tall walls enclose a vast area. The people of the Terence Khanate were fond of white, and their architecture was rough and austere, and you can see many yellow lama pagodas in the city of Batu Sarai, and you will see some lama monks walking around the streets in their robes. The fashion pursuit of the ladies here is more realistically simple, that is, the bewitching and smooth monster fur clothes, the light and gorgeous clothes that are glamorous and generous enough, and the colorful gemstone jewelry. Of course, this is their main fashion trend and trend, and it does not mean that they do not have other styles to appreciate.

The people of the Khanate admired prowess and aggression and plunder, and their culture encompassed a strong sense of obedience and endurance, as well as a belief in harmony with nature. Perhaps their understanding of these words or ideas is different from that of the Franco-Austrian Union. This is a contradictory but somewhat reasonable thing for the Franco-Austrian allies.

The tribes of the steppe, large and small, were ruled by the khans and kings. The warriors of the tribe are eager for war and slaughter, and they often have skirmishes between the tribes, and when some small tribes are defeated, the men among them will become slaves, and if these slaves have something to do in the next conflict, the slaves will revert to being part of the tribe. And those who were robbed, their status is lower than that of ordinary women in the tribe, and they will carry on the lineage to the warriors of the tribe.

The streets of Batu Salais are very open and atmospheric, and the buildings are mostly majestic, with the tops of the buildings mostly circular and spherical, and the main colors are mostly red, gold and white. Most of the people of the Terrens Khanate who were able to live in the cities were nobles of some status. The status of the nobility is hereditary from their ancestors, so they pay much attention to their own bloodline. For example, you can find out from the book "History of the Terrance Khanate" that the third grandson of Muhuali went all the way to the seventeenth grandson of Muhuali, and so on. Because of their emphasis on force, some of the powerful warriors of the tribe also had relatively high status, and some of them would defect to a certain lord in order to seek a more favorable future.

In the heart of the city of Batu Sarai, it is a palace of the utmost luxury. Even in the middle of the night, you can still see the glittering and luxurious lights of the palace.

In the palace, it is very lively and brightly lit.

Some musicians sat at the edge of the corner playing and playing, including a huqin, a masked woman playing Yatok, a middle-aged man playing a hu, and so on.

Some beautiful women in light clothes dance in various colors, their limbs are supple, their movements are smooth and powerful, accompanied by rhythm, they show the beauty of the dance and the beauty of their posture under the gaze of the men.

Sitting in the first seat was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, a wide mouth, and a ruddy face, with a large black beard on his face, and his eyes were extremely bright. This person is the king of Zhenxi, Yan Timur. Yan Timur had a distinguished life, and he helped the current khan to take the throne of khan, so his position was quite high.

Yan Timur was drinking and laughing with the warriors in the two columns below, and in their glasses was pure and thick liquor.

Some of the next crowd talked in low voices, and some talked and laughed loudly. As a result, the palace is bustling with activity.

"You say, when did the Khan give the order to attack Eurotas City of the Franco-Austrian Alliance? As long as this nail is removed, then we can send troops from the south of the Khanate to prevent reinforcements from the city of Eurotas, so that we can attack on both sides, and then a large part of the Franco-Austrian territory will be ours. A man in his thirties with a shrewd smile whispered to the man sitting next to him.

"Who can fathom the mind of the most brilliant Khan? Don't be cowardly, I think it won't be long before the Khan gives the order. I just don't know who will lead this time, whether to send the Yan King Araat Natara as the coach, or the mountain king Gunatra who is on the northern snowy border? Cheri Timur said with a smile, and he toasted Bei'er timidly with another glass of wine.

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Being able to feel some of the heat evaporating the raindrops sticking to his face, Lin Luowen's face was calm, and he ran towards the south at his previous speed while running the Taishang Induction Technique. The closest thing to this place is 500 kilometers away, and there is a small border town, and once you get there, you can turn the tide of danger.

However, Lin Luowen did not do this. He headed towards a mountain forest.

Sensing that the speed of the two fifth-level barbarian wolf cavalry in the rear increased sharply, Lin Luowen's heart sank.

Soon after. The two had already approached Lin Luowen, and the difference between them and Lin Luowen was only a few meters. With a loud shout, Jochitai, who had long been unable to bear it, shook the slashing knife in his hand, and fierceness appeared on Jochitai's round face, and there was a purple-red battle aura floating on his body, and Jochitai slashed down with all his strength.

Lin Luowen had already stopped, he pulled out the heavy sword in his hand, and a dark blood-red battle qi appeared on his body, and the mountain Ming heavy sword slashed down with all his strength, and the power of the split mountain slash with the shadow of killing was very terrifying. A flush appeared on Jochitai's face, and he and the steppe wolf under him retreated a foot away before removing the residual power of Lin Luowen's knife. Irritability and anger appeared on his face.

He didn't give Lin Luowen a chance to breathe, his eyes were as vicious as a falcon's eyes, and his slender eyes narrowed slightly, only to see that this person was followed by a powerful combat skill. The golden broadsword slashed out, and a blow stronger than Jochitai struck in Lin Luowen's gap.

Lin Luowen didn't have time to use another blow to split the mountain, so he had to try his best to block this knife.

With a violent roar of battle qi colliding, Lin Luowen flew out upside down. Seeing Lin Luowen spit out a mouthful of blood, his face became a little pale, and then he quickly turned around, wanting to stay away from here.

Jochitai pinched the steppe wolf under the seat hard, but was stopped by Lost Libo. "Don't worry, this kid from the Franco-Austrian Alliance has now suffered a lot of injuries, and if he doesn't stop and treat it in time, he will consume a lot of physical energy, and he will become weaker and weaker. And now, if he breaks out with a terrible killing move to kill Hebichi, you and I will be in danger. ”

Immediately, a new chase began. The two of them sat on the steppe wolf to recover their battle spirit, and followed Lin Luowen unhurriedly, ready to give him a fatal blow at any time.

In the past half hour, Lin Luowen has slipped into a mountain range. Under the cover of night and rain, ordinary people could not track Lin Luowen into the dense forest.

However, for Lost Rib and Jochidai, who have steppe wolves under them, tracking is the easiest thing to do. Yes, steppe wolves possess a terrifying sense of smell and stamina, which is one of the reasons why they are able to become riding beasts for the people of the Terence Khanate.

Lin Luowen was running through the tall woods as he memorized his route. In the past month, Lin Luowen had entered many mountain ranges, and he had condensed various levels of Tree Spirit Fruit in them. He had condensed a fourth-level Tree Spirit Fruit in the depths of this mountain range, and unlike the fourth-level Tree Spirit Fruit and the third-level Tree Spirit Fruit, which would only attract a fourth-level demon beast, there were enough nine fourth-level white sand poisonous pythons gathered to besiege him.

However, these are not the main ones, after killing the nine-headed fourth-level white sand poisonous python, a fifth-level white sand poisonous python appeared. Due to Lin Luowen's extremely athletic body and flexibility, the speed of this fifth-level poisonous python was not very fast, and Lin Luowen came with a judgment blade, and he escaped the pursuit of the white sand poisonous python......