In the royal tent, Hu Yang and other tribal patriarchs sat around the bonfire and drank hot camel milk.

The patriarch of the Tuban tribe asked suspiciously:

"Dalam, this emperor is only the Tianhe Realm, where did the aura that filled the sky when he broke through? The pair of giant hands that appeared at the end were not a means that the Tianhe Realm monks could use!"

Dalam was the only True Immortal Realm monk among the patriarchs, and everyone turned their eyes to Dalam, waiting for him to solve their doubts.

Dalam looked at his compatriots, the people here are his henchmen, and there are some things to say.

"The emperor's magic skills are mysterious, his identity is noble, not something we can figure out at will, although the emperor is in the Tianhe realm, but I have an intuition, once I and the emperor do it, I will die within a few moves. That heavenly spiritual power must be for the emperor to perform some kind of divine skill!"

Dalam said lightly, as a powerhouse in the True Immortal Realm, he still has confidence in this bit of eyesight.

"You should thank the emperor for forgiving the sins of our desert people!, the eagle trying to assassinate, the turmuhan molesting the emperor, and the golden lamb tribe rebelling, which is not a felony??"

"What did the emperor punish us? It is just the head of Xiang Shang, who is the culprit, and even forgave the people of the tribe such as the golden lamb, we should be grateful, we must be loyal to the empress, and we must pray for the emperor's blessing!"

Daram spoke freely, and all the patriarchs believed that to show loyalty to Darlam is loyalty to the empress and to pay tribute to the emperor.

The process went down, but it took only half an hour.

The enthusiastic face of the patriarch of Hu Yang slowly showed a flat look, and as soon as he was quiet, the patriarchs of many small tribes around him also quieted down.

"Dalam, let's be honest, we are the people of the desert. ”

Hu Yang said lightly to Dalam.

The first second was warm, the next second was calm, and when the atmosphere changed, several small patriarchs personally went to the door to handle them, not letting anyone advance, completely isolating this royal court tent.

Dalam's expression changed, his chest seemed to be more straight, his eyes were sharper, his assistant was able to see his feet, and the spirit of the king was fully revealed, and the former demeanor of being loyal to An Bai disappeared without a trace.

With a deep gaze, Darham spoke:

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is a huge disparity between the strength of our empire and Feng Qianyu, a frontal battle is tantamount to an arm blocking a car, and the superficial confrontation of the golden lamb is extremely stupid, we should try our best to keep the power of the royal court from being lost by the transition, and we should try our courage while lying on our back!"

"But Dalam, when will this kind of day be a head! The lamb is stupid, forget it, we are ruthless, and kill the lamb, the patriarch who is dedicated to his comrades, but we have destroyed 100,000 soldiers of the lamb!"

One of the patriarchs couldn't help but complain.

Everyone present was a relatively sober patriarch in the desert, and under the deterrence of the inland empire, the desert royal court had to bow down to the vassals.

But they are not reconciled in their hearts, and the thoughts of the Golden Lamb tribe are actually their inner thoughts, but the paths they choose are different.

Dalam waved his hand and said indignantly:

"What's wrong? Feng Qianyu's battle formation is strong, let's go learn the battle formation, Feng Qianyu's ordnance armor is strong, we learn ordnance armor, and then we train the military class, what's wrong?"

"The people in the inland say that the master is good at mastering the skills to control the land, so what's wrong with us learning the skills of the people in the inland?"

Dalam was also exhausted in the face of his companion's incomprehension, and while reassuring, he continued:

"What are we going to compare with Feng Qianyu's army? Once the war starts, our royal court will cease to exist!"

"What's wrong with being low? What's wrong with lying down and trying to be guts? We can learn a lot of things that are helpful for us to develop strong, not to mention becoming stronger, how can we overthrow Feng Qianyu's army and become the real master of the desert?"

Dalam revealed his heart, and the patriarchs were not easy to say anything, but in fact, they all understood these truths.

"Dalam, you're right, but have you thought about it, year after year, day after day, are we still the same as before? After a few generations, the royal court under the control of our descendants will still be an inland vassal country!"

A minor patriarch asked his own question, and his tone was stern.

"Yes! It's been many years of disguise, and I feel that I'm really naturalized, and I'm really a citizen of the mainland! I used to be high-spirited, wanting to lead the tribe to fight and become strong, but now I don't have the young blood, I'm afraid, in a few years, even the courage to make changes is already an extravagant hope!"

"Time will smooth out our original intentions, Dalam, too long!"

Several small patriarchs have spoken out in line with the echo, they don't want to talk about the people in the inland and rush back, but if they reject the people in the inland, the gap between them and the inland will only get bigger and bigger.

"I know, I know, I understand you!"

Dalam's face was also full of sadness, and he waved his hands and pressed down to appease the patriarchs.

"If it wasn't the emperor who came this time, we wouldn't have to pay such a price, to put it bluntly, although the lamb is stupid, but his feelings for our desert people, I have great respect!"

Darlam's face was sad, remembering the pioneer of the desert people.

"The lamb's mistake is too obvious, before it grows up, it is exposed to the eyes of the inland, the strength of the tribe blinds his eyes, but it is a pity that this force of the golden lamb tribe!"

Durham continues:

"Wait, wait, wait for a few more years, wait for us to develop for a few more years, wait for us to have enough strength, wait for us to be ready to break with the mainland, okay?"

Dalam begged the people for the patriarch in an almost pleading manner.

He didn't want the power of the desert to be lost in vain, and he didn't want the blood of the people of the desert to flow meaninglessly.

The patriarch, you look at me, I look at you, I can't speak for a long time, which can be regarded as acquiescing to Dalam's begging.

"Dalam, what if we can't keep up?"

There was a little patriarch who asked, and his voice was a little unconfident.

Hearing this, Daram smiled encouragingly and explained warmly:

"Don't be afraid, the will of the desert will always be passed on, we can't, we still have descendants, the achievements of the thousand years are not overnight, I hope that because of insufficient preparation, it will make our royal court suffer a catastrophe. ”

The little patriarch listened to Dalam's words and continued to ask:

"If it doesn't work for 10 years, we wait 10 years, if it doesn't work for 20 years, we wait 20 years, what if we can't do it for a lifetime?

Darram's face was serious, and he explained solemnly:

"Our life and dignity in the face of the freedom of the desert people, insignificant, with our whole life to protect the desert, is a happy thing, at least our existence, will let the soul of the desert always care for their own people, a lifetime more?"

The crowd said:

"It's not much in a lifetime!"