The Prairie King's body was suspended like this, unable to move. At this moment, he felt like the roasted sheep of the herdsmen on the fire rack.

The warrior guards who were loyal to themselves, the elites of the royal court, were all prostrate outside the tent, trembling, like lost sheepdogs!

At this moment, the glory of the Prairie King and the majesty of the Supreme King left him in an instant.

Standing in front of this purple-clothed nobleman, the Prairie King felt like a little girl who had been stripped naked, weak and helpless!

The purple-clothed nobleman slowly walked up to the Prairie King and looked up at him—although it was from an upward angle, but with that peculiar mocking smile on his face.

"You know, I've always hated you. ”

The purple-clothed nobleman took care of himself and picked up the pure gold wine bottle on the case, and then picked up a pure gold wine glass and poured out a glass of wine.

This is the finest wine produced by the Tulip Family, and the juice is as bright red as calf blood!

"You, and many others. On the one hand, you hate the Rolands, you hate the tulips. But at the same time, you can't do without the tulip family. You are intoxicated by the good things they make. The soft silks, the intoxicating wines, the paralyzing tobacco, the beautiful pearls, the precious stones, the gorgeous and fragile pottery. Those delicious and delicious food...... I even know that among the many tribes of the steppe, the tribal leaders are proud to be fluent in Roland. It seems that he can speak Roland, and he is the real grassland noble.

You say, how ridiculous it is. On the one hand, you will increase your envy for them, and you will envy them, and you will hate them. On the one hand, he envied them to death!

It's just ridiculous!

Even you, great, supreme king of the steppe. I know that you have even invited a etiquette teacher from Roland to teach you all kinds of aristocratic etiquette belonging to Roland. Do you think that's like a real king, a real noble person?

And now. You have crossed the steppes, you have crossed the desert, just because you want to get the good things of the Rolands...... Yes, you can't do without them, although you yourself won't admit it, but you can't do without them.

You know what? It's a very, very interesting phenomenon.

The civilization of the steppe people has gradually been assimilated. You are losing your civilization.

When more and more grassland people began to learn the Roland people's speech, learn the habits of the Roland people's life, learn the Roland people's words, and use the Roland people's things...... In fact, you are already dying.

Your civilization has begun to die!"

The Prairie King tried to struggle hard. But his body couldn't move, as if there were invisible shackles that locked his body.

His face was flushed, almost dripping blood!

Finally, the king of the steppe gritted his teeth: "You, you are talking nonsense! The warriors of the steppe will kill all the Rolands with their scimitars! Will trample their cities with their horses' hooves!"

The purple-clothed nobleman smiled.

He leaned back and laughed, laughing louder and louder, until he almost bent over with laughter.

"Hahaha...... Ah sorry, oh...... Hahaha...... Isn't it rude for me to laugh like that? hahaha, but I really can't help it. This is simply the most naïve and naïve thing I have ever heard. Hahahaha!"

He laughed like a madman, and then calmed down in an instant.

The purple-clothed nobleman's face suddenly became cold, and his eyes were cold and calm, looking at the Prairie King. The smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to condense into ice!

"Naïve, naïve, ignorant!, as always, ignorant!!"

The purple-clothed nobleman quietly stared into the eyes of the Prairie King, at this moment. His eyes seemed to turn a strange black! There seemed to be something strange and terrifying black in those pupils......

"That's the saddest thing about you. Yes, I was talking about your ridiculous part. And what you are saying now reflects the saddest thing about you. ”

In the words of the purple-clothed nobleman, there seemed to be a hint of loneliness and a hint of loss:

"You, you. You steppe people, until now, still think that you can use the scimitar in your hand and your horse's hooves to solve all problems and conquer a qiē...... But sadly, you don't realize that the world is ...... It has long since changed! It is no longer the era it used to be!

The days when problems could be solved with scimitars and horses' hooves have long since come to an end!"

As he spoke, he held out a finger, a slender index finger.

It looks slender, slender, and gently swiped in the air......

The Prairie King screamed, and a crack began to appear in his neck! Blood gushed out wildly, spraying on the ground!

"You, you, you're going to kill me? you can't kill me! you can't kill me! I, I'm ......."

"Look, you still think I'm not going to kill you? Why can't I kill you? Because you're the king of the steppe? Don't be kidding! There has never been a king on the steppe, no, to be precise, there was no king a long, long time ago......

A terrible scream came from the Prairie King's tent.

But soon, the curtain of the tent was hung down, blocking the screaming sound from the tent.

The loyal guards of the Prairie King knelt at the door of the tent and around it, trembling more and more, but none of them dared to raise their heads.

Far away, in those large camps, there were also people who seemed to hear the terrible screams coming from the golden horde of the royal court—but even if they did, they would only think that the king of the steppe, His Majesty, was drunk again, torturing or whipping the poor slaves around him—of course, no one would sympathize with the fate of those slaves.

No one will doubt anything...... After all, although everyone had heard the voice of the Prairie King, it was all when the Prairie King was majestic and high-spirited, and no one had heard what the voice of the Prairie King was like when he was in a majestic state.

......

When it was dawn, the golden horde of the royal court beat the drums.

The King of the Prairie ordered the heads of many tribes and the generals to be gathered.

When the whole camp was in turmoil, more and more tribal chiefs and the brave generals who were famous in the steppes gathered in the Golden Horde......

They met the Prairie King.

The Prairie King's face seemed a little pale, as if there was not enough blood—perhaps it was because he had used too much force to torture a certain slave girl last night. People are in a reverie.

No one noticed a detail: around the neck of the king of the steppe, a snow-white silk scarf was tied around his neck, wrapping his neck layer by layer.

"Send someone to inform the Golden Wolf Head General, and then send someone to tell the other two people. We won't go to Loulan City!" ordered. Today the whole army is marching out, and our goal is to go east! The city of the Tulip family is not our goal, our goal is further east! Bypass all the cities of the Tulip family! We go east! Go to Nulin, go to the city of Mulan! There we will crush the army of the Rolands! We will get enough food to feed us 200,000 people! And in the end, we will ......."

The King of the Prairie stood up like a lion looking down on his subjects: "In the end, our goal is ...... The Lancang River is the imperial capital, and it is the palace of Emperor Roland!!"

......

"I hate snow days!!"

Panin stood at the head of the city, watching the soldiers shovel the snow hard.

If the snow is not shoveled in time, the city defenses will become slippery, and it will be very difficult to transport weapons and tools.

"Snow at least makes the prairie people come more slowly. Spann was standing not far from Panin.

He wielded a snow shovel in his hand, and his face was flushed. Throwing the snow shovel to one of the soldiers beside him, Spann walked up to Panin's side: "I hope they come as late as possible." ”

"It doesn't make sense. Panin shook his head: "This is not a sneak attack, nor is it an encounter. This is a big war that is bound to happen! Our strength, their strength is on the surface. That being the case, I would like this war to come sooner rather than later! We had better prepared for it...... The morale is also not bad. If you wait any longer...... I'm worried that things will change. It's better to fight late than early!"

Speaking of this, Panin glanced at Span: "How's the intelligence?"

Spann shook his head, "I received information in the morning that our scouts have penetrated into Tulip family's territory, and they can really do it!" There is no defense at all! Yes, all the pipe cards, villages and towns, are empty! I dare say, if the steppe people don't come. If we attack directly, we can hit the city of Loulan City in a smooth way!"

"Then we will all die under the city of Loulan. Panin smiled wryly: "Believe me, that city is far more terrifying than you imagined. ”

"I've never doubted that. I'd rather attack the imperial capital than attack Loulan City. ”

"Are you hinting at me something? Or did you forget about it? That's our imperial capital! Attacking your own imperial capital, you really want to think of it. ”

Spann ignored Panin's words and said slowly, "The situation is now in our favor. I've asked astrologers. It snowed so early this year. Then there will definitely be several heavy snowfalls in the future! If those steppe people really dare to drive in with a large army, they will freeze to death outside our city walls in batches!"

"Once it snows, they're finished? is that what you mean?" Panin shrugged.

"At the moment, it seems that this is a possibility. ”

"Okay! I changed my mind! I like snow!"

......

Chen Daolin was also watching the snow scene.

"I love snow!"

Chen Daolin laughed.

He stood on the gate of the Northwest Fortress: "Those orcs, it seems that this winter will not cause us any trouble...... Our safety time can continue until the beginning of next spring. ”

Montoya didn't speak, he just stood beside Chen Daolin, and suddenly, he pointed to the north and shouted, "It seems that something is wrong." ”

Chen Daolin glanced at it and said lightly: "It's nothing, it's our own patrol cavalry team, I have seen them a long time ago." ”

Montoya's face was stern: "No, their team is a little chaotic, and ...... The number of people is not right! The cavalry I sent out were all fifteen people...... They're a few less!"

Chen Daolin listened, and his face changed a little!

And at this time, the cavalry team had rushed to the city pass, and the cavalry captain at the head was a steppe man, he roared loudly, waved his hat, and desperately shouted at the city tower in the raw Roland language.

The wind cut his voice into staccato parts, but Chen Daolin still heard it clearly!

This scout captain shouted......

"Orcs! Orcs are coming!!" (To be continued......)