Around the royal tent sat a group of Turat nobles and khans, and in the center sat a priest dressed in black sacrificial robes, wearing a crown of colorful unknown feathers, curly yellow hair hanging down to his belly, and a collar of various claws and teeth around his neck.

The priest-like man could only tell that it was a man and that he was old. It's not that he's wearing a mask, it's that his face is covered with a thick layer of chalk, and he looks like a ghost, and he can't see it clearly.

But the Tul people in the tent are not surprised, the shaman high priest, this is the shape.

The shaman high priest of the Thur people is called "Guru" or "Guru Bayin". It was this man who united the Turkish tribes fifty years ago and formed an alliance that caused the Turians to rise again and threaten the three great powers.

The Turkish tribes have never been subordinate to each other, fighting for life and death, and resentment from generation to generation. The only thing that can make the tribes counterfeit is the common spiritual leader, the shamanic high priest. The shaman high priests of the past generations can only mediate and mediate disputes, and only this generation of shaman high priests has done something unprecedented, united the Turk tribes, and formed a turrean alliance. The sufficiency of its handle, the prestige of Xuanhe, and the sweat of the full sweat, so the deeds are all in the king's tent.

After the high priest raised his hand and made a gesture, the king's tent, which was originally fighting wine and chewing meat, was noisy, and it was quiet for a moment, and more than a dozen fierce eyes focused on the two men kneeling under the tent, and the strong pressure made the two secret agents who were only fifth-level soldiers tremble slightly.

After a moment of sudden silence in the air, the High Priest's faint voice was as painful as a pinneedle piercing the eardrums: "I want to know what kind of news my faithful servant has brought me. ”

The two men together: "The three major countries have started the battle of Tianjiao, first from the primary selection of the counties, called the county war, and then the winner will gather in the national capital to carry out the promotion battle, called the Korean war." In the end, the 'Tianjiao Seeds' were selected to gather in Shengjing, the capital of the host country, Wuyang, to carry out the Tianjiao National War. ”

High Priest Khan sneered: "The Tianjiao National War, the grand event of the Domain Realm, but it has never invited us to ...... the Tule people."

Before he finished speaking, the king's tent was already roaring angrily, and the nobles and the khans roared with their teeth and claws, seeing it as contempt and insult to the brave Tul people, and they shouted that they would immediately send troops eastward to take Heshuo County and fight until Shengjing.

The two men kneeling under the tent were not from the Tule people, but from the Wuyang country, otherwise they would not have been sent to act as secret agents. Hearing all kinds of roars in the tent, the two of them didn't dare to raise their heads, but they were full of disdain in their hearts: the Tianjiao Kingdom War has always only been produced in the three ancient kingdoms of the Sun, Moon and Star inheritance, not to mention that these don't even have the prototype of the country as alliance tribes, even if they are vassal countries of the three major countries, such as the Aoki Kingdom in the southwest, the Bare Arm Country in the Northeast Hongshi Mountain Range, the Zhuli Fang Kingdom in the southern jungle, etc., are not qualified.

The selection of talents in the middle region is only selected in the orthodox inheritance countries of the lower regions, and the rest of the wild Fang countries and tribes are never considered, who will invite you.

High Priest Khan raised his hand and pressed down, the clamor gradually weakened, and the gloomy voice echoed over the king's tent again: "The so-called Tianjiao National War of the Dongtu people is actually the same as our annual Gadalin Conference, where each ministry (country) selects warriors and competes, and the winners are rewarded and promoted, which is not unusual. We don't call them at our conferences, and we don't invite us to their grand events, so let's play our own games. However, this time is different, at the beginning of the year, the once-in-a-century white disaster, the alliance's 12 major accounts and 47 small accounts, most of the livestock losses were lost, and Ding Kou froze to death and starved to death nearly 30%. If we don't make up for these losses, our alliance will definitely collapse, and there will be a war between the various ministries and accounts......"

The High Priest Khan's face was extremely serious at this time, and his eagle eyes scanned the heads of the tents, and these nobles and the leaders did not dare to touch his eyes, and it was obvious that the words of the High Priest Khan were poking at their sore spots.

High Priest Khan exhaled vigorously and said, "Since war is inevitable, it is better to turn internal fighting into external war, let's not fight ourselves behind closed doors, but join forces to attack our wealthy neighbors, so that we can not only make up for our losses, but even gain more ......"

The nobles below were already impatient: "In that case, what are we waiting for? The White Grass City is broken, let's quickly gather our troops and horses and continue to fight eastward! The warriors under our tent are already impatient!"

The high priest Khan pressed his hand again, stopped the noise under the tent, and said in a deep voice: "Of course, I am waiting for all the ministries to arrive. At present, we have only gathered eight large tents and twenty-seven small tents, accounting for only two-thirds of the total number of alliances, which may be enough to deal with the Wuyang Kingdom, but if the Moon Nation in the north also inserts a pole, our troops will obviously be insufficient. ”

The nobles under the account disagreed: "The two countries of Wuyang and Zhuyue have been attacking for generations, and they have a lot of grievances, and they also fought a big battle twenty years ago. We are fighting the Yang Kingdom, and the Moon Country should be happy to watch a good show on the sidelines, how can we help?"

High Priest Khan shook his head: "You don't understand the relationship between the three kingdoms of Dongtu That's why you say this, the Heavenly Mirror Domain, the Sun, the Moon and the Stars are all ancient kingdoms of inheritance canonized by the human emperor thousands of years ago, no matter how they fight, they all belong to the nest fight, once there is a foreign invasion, they will put aside the dispute, unite together, and resist foreign aggression - just like they did to us seventy years ago." ”

As soon as the high priest Khan said this, the expressions of the Tur nobles under the tent immediately became indignant, and some of them even slashed their arms and faces with the cleavers on the table, making them dripping with blood.

Of course, the Tule people are not crazy, seventy years ago, the Tule people have not yet formed an alliance, and they were attacked into the grassland by the alliance of the Sun, Moon and Star, and attacked the king's tent, killing dozens of large and small barbarian kings, capturing hundreds of royal family members, and driving the twelve Tule tents out of more than 3,000 miles, almost extinct.

This was a great disgrace to the Thurians, and whenever it was mentioned in a formal setting, it always made the Thurians furious. As for slashing hands and faces with a knife, it is not self-abuse, but a blood oath of the Tur people, which means that they will wash away their shame with blood.

It was because of that painful lesson that the Turles licked their wounds while looking for opportunities. It wasn't until fifty years ago that the high priest came out of nowhere, combining the twelve tents with many smaller tents to form a unified alliance, which was the Turrean League.

After 50 years of cultivation and recuperation, continuous plunder, and the alliance, all disputes between the various accounts were resolved or arbitrated by the high priest, so there were few troops to fight, and there were very few mutual attacks, and the strength of the alliance recovered quickly. Twenty years ago, he took advantage of the great war between the Wuyang Kingdom and the Zhuyue Kingdom, and both sides were defeated, and recaptured the lost grassland and Gobi in one fell swoop, and re-advanced the border to a hundred miles away from Baicao City. Wuyang Guo's vitality was greatly damaged, so he had to pinch his nose and acquiesce.

The so-called feng shui rotates, seventy years ago, the Tule people were expelled three thousand miles, seventy years later, the Tule Wanqi broke through, everything is only the strength of the ear.

High Priest Khan's eagle eyes soared, and he said sharply: "So, this time, we not only want to plunder the Wuyang Kingdom, but also beat the Three Kingdoms of the Sun, Moon and Star fiercely, and repay the shame they inflicted on us seventy years ago!"

The nobles under the tent are fierce, and they have asked for battle, and there is a tendency to break through the customs and destroy the city one day.

"No, you don't need to use the method of war to beat the Three Kingdoms. The high priest Khan stopped the nobles from asking for battle, and shouted to the outside of the tent, "Yalan, come in." ”

As soon as the curtain moved, a young man of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old entered, this person was richly dressed, with black hair and a shawl, a golden ring on his forehead, and deep eyes with an eagle's nose.

The nobles under the tent got up and saluted, calling them "Xiaoye Hu".

Xiao Yehu, in the Tule language, means "little prince".

Xiao Ye Hu pressed his chest respectfully and said, "What does the master command?"

The high priest's cold voice echoed in the king's tent: "I want you to be the envoy of the Tule Alliance, send an envoy to the Wuyang Kingdom, and bring the requirements of our Tule Alliance to the King of the Wuyang Kingdom. By the way, lead a team of warriors to see the battle of Tianjiao of the Eastern Turen. ”