Shu Litu rarely walked alone outside the tent, and even during his semi-house arrest by the Dragon King, he was accompanied by Nie Zeng and Han Wuxian, a member of the Beiting royal family, who had a natural fear of dirt, weeds, and horses.

This morning, he intends to challenge that fear.

The words of the Dragon King made him inevitable all night, and when he first heard it, it seemed whimsical to replace the old Khan King, but after thinking about it repeatedly, he was a little moved.

Under the tutelage of his grandfather and grandfather, Scholitu has become accustomed to the puppet mentality: anything that seems to belong to him belongs to someone else.

The Dragon King is different, he seems willing to give the puppet more autonomy, but Shulitu understands very well that this is not giving, and the Dragon King is encouraging him to fight for it himself.

He withdrew from his entourage and put on a light leather armor suit, which was a good size, much more comfortable than the Shadow King steel armor left behind by his father.

This was the military camp of the little king Shulitu, but even the lowliest servants knew who the real ruler was, and the twelve-year-old Wang Sun stood at the door of the tent, feeling strange to everything around him.

The morning sun turned out to be so dazzling, Shulitu saw an officer saluting him, so he nodded back, vaguely remembering the name of this person, it was the old department of the Shadow King, it was said that he should be more loyal to him than others, and he didn't have a particularly direct feeling.

Walking east, the noise of the early soldiers began to be louder, if the old Khan King walked in the camp, he would definitely get the silence of the whole camp and bow down in pieces, even if it was a foreign dragon king, he would be treated with bowing and salutation, but only the people who greeted Shulitu were ignored.

Occasionally, when a soldier saw Xiao Wang, he had to hesitate for a while before remembering his identity, and most of them reacted by nodding.

This morning, there was something more exciting to the soldiers than Shulitu, and the Dragon King agreed to the Saint King's request for a contest, and the two sides were negotiating about it, and the most immediate effect was that the battle scheduled for today was canceled.

It was said that the steppe people were warlike, but Shulitu did not feel it at all, and the soldiers around him happily wiped their armor in order to not use them for the time being.

It was much quieter around the main tent, and the small number of guards brought by the Dragon King from the Western Regions were in charge of guarding, and they respected Xiao Wang more than the soldiers of the Northern Court, and at the same time bowed down and made way for the passage.

With only such a few people, he was able to win a huge army in the North Garden, what kind of ability did the Dragon King have? Shu Litu was puzzled, and his curiosity gradually rose.

The military advisor came out of the main tent, his face was not very good, and he was stunned for a moment when he saw Shu Litu, "Your Highness...... Why are you here? The Dragon King doesn't seem to call you. ”

"I'll just walk around. From the attitude of the military advisor, Shulitu really felt that he was still just a puppet.

Fang Wens frowned, abruptly grabbed Shu Litu's weak arm, took him a few steps, and asked in a low voice, "What did the Dragon King say to you yesterday?

"What the Dragon King said, the military advisor should ask him. Shulitu pulled out his arm with some difficulty, "I do support the competition, but the Dragon King's decision has nothing to do with me. ”

Fang Wen is hehe laughed a few times, this twelve-year-old Wang Sun is indeed a bit special, except that he once wanted to assassinate the Dragon King, he has been steady and saved a lot of trouble, but that's all, "I think it is, alas, after all, the Dragon King is a person who practices martial arts, and he always can't get rid of his dependence on swords, he agrees to the Shengyue King's request for martial arts today, and tomorrow he will accept the invitation of a group of Jianghu swordsmen, this ...... How can this still be like a king?"

"The first kings were born from warriors, at least in the North Court, where the prairie men respected the sword as if they were gods. ”

Fang Wen looked at the thin young man, laughed a few more times, shook his head, and left on his own, he was not in the mood to educate a little puppet.

Shu Litu took two steps towards the main tent, and when he saw the captain of the guard, Long Chuanyun, coming over, he turned around and walked away, and he had also heard about the tattoo of the head of Qingcheng on the forehead of the cavalry, and he felt that the dragon king should not accept the challenge, but he felt that his suggestion was purely superfluous.

Shu Litu continued to wander around, and when he saw several strange subordinates of the Dragon King, he had always had a doubt, whether the people of the Western Regions were so different, but the old man Mu was said to be from Beiting, and he could only understand that the Dragon King's vision was different.

Han Wuxian was instructing Nie Zeng to practice light skills in a clearing, and a bunch of people around him were pointing fingers, especially the green-eyed little girl, who kept making fun of Nie Zeng's stupid hands and feet.

Old Man Mu was even more nagging, but the object of his accusation was Han Wuxian, one time he taught the wrong thing here, and another time he was not exquisite enough, in short, this set of light skills was useless.

Shu Litu doesn't know martial arts, he can't see good or bad, and he can't hear the reason, looking at Nie Zeng's flexible body, he thinks it's no wonder that many people are obsessed with martial arts, the body is a kind of bondage, and practicing martial arts is one of the ways to break through the bondage, and his body is more like a shackle, so he didn't go far, he felt short of breath and weak legs.

These people didn't care about Shu Litu, and when he passed by, he heard the old man Mu change his strategy, and he was whispering to the beautiful young swordsman beside him: "Be careful, don't let the little beauty in your hand be snatched away by the silly boy halfway......"

Shu Litu was surprised, Beiting was at a critical juncture of life and death, the number of excellent soldiers was decreasing meaninglessly every day, and there was even a small group of people who were indifferent to this, although most of them were from the Western Regions, it was still difficult to understand.

The only people who can save Beiting are the people of Beiting, and Shulitu feels that his thin body is really a big burden.

He stood at the door of a tent, and he could still hear the noise of the old man in his ears, but he was already deaf, "Is Lord Silver Eagle there?"

Morin stepped out, holding on to the hilt of his sword, and bowed a little more than an ordinary soldier, "Please forgive Your Highness, I have changed back to my original name, and I am not an adult." ”

"Maureen, I always forget. Shu Litu smiled, I really hope that I can have the ability of the dragon king and quickly gain the trust of powerful subordinates.

"Is there something wrong with Your Highness looking for me?"

"I want to ......" Shulitu didn't know how to speak, the dragon king suggested that he contact the old Khan king's wingguards, and Merlin himself obviously didn't know anything about it, "I want to learn martial arts from you." ”

"It's an honor, but ......" Morin was deeply surprised, and couldn't find a reason to refuse for a while, "Now that the war is in chaos, can Your Highness spare time?"

"As long as you're willing to teach, I'll always have time. Shu Litu glanced at Nie Zeng, who was practicing not far away, "The more chaotic the army, the more you need a strong body." ”

"Good. Your Highness, come in and sit down. Mo Lin felt that this little Wang Sun would not last long.

"No, well, if you don't bother, I hope you can walk with me. ”

"Yes, Your Highness. ”

"You're so polite, actually—you're not my subordinate, you don't seem to have accepted any position. ”

"My position is the Khan's wingguard, and without the Khan, there will naturally be no wingguard. ”

"When a new Khan is elected, you will be able to return to your old position immediately. ”

"That has to be decided by the new Khan. Mo Lin looked respectful, but he thought in his heart, is Xiao Wang trying to win himself over?

"The new Khan will definitely not be able to ask for it. ”

"I failed to keep the old Khan safe, this is a stain that cannot be washed away by eternal life. ”

"The old Khan has built the most powerful defenses, but left loopholes in the most inconspicuous people around him, no wonder you, as a wingguard, you have done an impeccable job, even the old Khan himself, and he would never have imagined that the danger came from five female slaves. ”

Mo Lin didn't speak for a while, he was thinking about how far to confess to the twelve-year-old prince, "Actually, I have some doubts, but ......"

"But no one wanted to break in when the old Khan King was cultivating the way of immortality, he trusted those mages too much, and never thought that they would be a secret passage to circumvent the net of defense. ”

Morin was really a little surprised, he had expressed a similar opinion to the old Khan King, but he didn't get it seriously, "The old Khan King has his own ideas, but some things are completely unexpected by him, and also by everyone's expectations. ”

"Old Khan, what kind of person is he?"

"The Old Khan King was brave, skillful, wise and wise, and was one of the greatest Khan kings in the history of the Northern Court. ”

"Hehe, everyone says that, but I would love to know what his strengths and weaknesses are in your eyes. ”

Mo Lin felt that His Royal Highness Xiao Wang had touched his bottom line, "I am not qualified to judge the old Khan King, if His Highness means this, his greatness does not lie in the meaning of a certain person, but in the impact on the entire grassland." ”

Shulitu wanted to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead, but when he turned around, he remembered that he didn't bring his retinue, so he took a deep breath and said, "The war in the Dragon Court is coming to an end, and a larger war is about to begin, and I have no intention of judging the old Khan King, but I want to know what he will do in the current situation?"

Merlin was eager to tell the truth: no matter what the old Khan King did, a little puppet under the control of the Dragon King could not imitate it.

"The old Khan was younger than me when he succeeded to the throne, and since then he has been fighting incessantly, defeating the enemy and consolidating his power. "I am his great-grandson, and I have his blood in my veins, and one of my duties is to continue his campaign. ”

For the first time, Merlin took this little royal highness seriously, and began to guess his true thoughts, "The dragon king asked you to come to me?"

"Yes, but it's also my own will. ”

"Speaking of will, the old Khan said to me, 'Power is innate, but it is not given to you, but you take it on your own initiative. This is the will, the old Khan never cared about what others did, he walked over, got his hands, and everyone recognized it. ”

Shulitu's heart was pounding, but it had little to do with the blazing sun and long walks.

Before they knew it, the two of them had approached the camp of the attendants, a group of cavalry was guarding the road, not allowing outsiders to enter, and the other soldiers were hiding far away.

Shulitu stepped forward, secretly encouraging himself: this is his own army, the close servants have sworn allegiance to the name Shulitu, and he wants to take that natural power.

Merlin followed behind, wanting to see if His Royal Highness would over-interpret his words.

A soldier of the Guards pulled his bowstring and shouted, "Stop." ”

"I am the King of Shadows, the King of Yao, and the King of Kua, and I command you to get out of the way. ”

The soldier glanced at his companion and shot an arrow three steps in front of His Royal Highness the Little King, "Even if the ten kings are attributed to one, you are not qualified to give us orders. ”

(To be continued)