Chapter 840

"What?"

Wang Chong was taken aback, he couldn't believe his ears. Khulu Yege's actions were simply shocking, and even Wang Chong didn't expect that he would actually use such a move.

"But does his move really work?"

Kulu Yege's home was personally led by the four princes, and before the battle of the Armory in the west of the city, the four princes followed the green wolf to protect Agudulan for a long time, and listened to him every day, his impression of Kulu Yege was definitely not too good, under normal circumstances, it would be good if he didn't pounce on Kulu Yege, a traitor, and it was almost impossible for Kulu Yege to change his impression of himself.

Xu Keyi was really beaten, and he didn't spare his hand at all, and Kulu Yege lay on the ground, his face was blue with pain, and his head was sweating, and he also let Xu Keyi beat him harder. I have to say that this Turkic horse merchant does have some ability, the four princes of the Turks have been locked up with him for a few days, listening to him every day, saying that he and we are just simple business dealings, and in order to save him, he was beaten hard, and the four princes of the Turks really believed him. ”

Xu Qiqin covered her mouth and smiled.

"Oh, if that's the case, then this guy is really impressive! It seems that in order to return to the Turkic steppe, he also fought hard this time. ”

Listening to Xu Qiqin's silver bell-like laughter, Wang Chong's eyes gradually became a smile.

"Forget it, leave this matter to him to deal with!"

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At the same time, in the distant Turkic Sanmi Mountain, where the tooth tent of the Western Turkic Khanate was located, an angry roar shook the heavens and the earth.

"What? They actually rejected us again! Do you think that our Western Turks will really agree to such impossible conditions?"

In the huge golden tent, Shabala Khan walked around like an angry lion, and the entire Sammi Mountain trembled with his roar.

"Khan, we have asked again and again, but the other party has bitten to death 500,000 of the best Turkic war horses, and he will not let go. And said that if we don't agree, we will send the bodies of the four princes to Sanmi Mountain. ”

In the tent, a scout knelt on the ground, trembling, his head buried between his strands, and he didn't even dare to look up.

"Bastard, then let them send the corpses of the four princes! Tell them that it is absolutely impossible to have 500,000 of the best Turkic war horses!"

Shabala Khan was furious, and his furious voice was like a thunderbolt, passing over the entire Sanmi Mountain, causing all who heard it to tremble and be terrified. The scout fell to the ground, afraid to speak.

"Don't go yet!"

Shabala Khan's eyes widened and he said angrily.

"Yes!"

The scout trembled, dared to say more, turned around and left. However, the scout had just reached the exit of the tent, and boom, the earth shook, and the black air filled the air, and an invisible black curtain wall suddenly fell from the sky, enveloping the entire tent. The Turkic scout was caught off guard, slamming into the black wall of air, staggering and nearly falling to the ground.

"See the Priest Lord!"

However, suddenly, after this scene, the Turkic scout not only did not immediately stand up, but fell to his knees, his head hanging lower, and he looked panicked. And in the tooth tent, the Shabaluo Khan, who originally looked furious, also took a breath suddenly at the moment when this black wall curtain appeared, and his expression looked much more sober.

The whole tent was silent.

"Blackwater Shaman!"

Shabalo Khan glanced outside the tent and suddenly shouted.

"Khan is angry, the affairs of the four princes still need to be considered in the long run, and they should not be rash. ”

At the exit of the tent, the light and shadow changed, and with a hoarse and old voice, a five-foot-tall, rickety figure, with a black robe reaching to the ground, carrying a black skull bone staff, slowly walked in from outside the tent. At that moment, the dark shadows in the tent floated, with the black-robed figure as the center, and countless beast shadow illusions were extremely hideous, like a streamer of light, swarming out of the body of the black-robed figure.

Not only that, but at the moment when the black-robed figure appeared, the smell suddenly became strange and intense, some like bears, and some like tigers and leopards. Anyway, it felt like a bunch of animals pouring into the tent.

In the entire Western Turkic Khanate, there is only one of the most special beings who can give people this feeling, and can break into the camp of the Shabala Khan at will, the shaman.

No one knows how shamans were born, only that since the birth of the Turkic people, shamans have appeared in the history of the Turkic steppes and have an extremely high status. Legend has it that shamans can communicate with all animals and heavenly gods, know the past, and see the future. In them, there is a fog and endless secrets hidden.

And all shamans possess a mystical power that is difficult to explain by common sense. This power is not martial arts, but it is more terrifying and mysterious than martial arts, and the people of the grassland call it witchcraft.

The most famous legend about shamanic sacrifice is that more than a thousand years ago, during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the most powerful emperor in the entire Middle-earth Divine Prefecture, powerful iron cavalry from Middle-earth swept across the desert and grasslands, repeatedly repelling the elite cavalry of the Great Turks. On the Turkic steppe, when corpses were everywhere and rivers of blood flowed, the great Turkic empires, when they were at their strongest and most prosperous, met the same toughest emperor of the ages in Middle-earth, and after a series of wars, they quickly declined and became extremely weak.

This has never been done before in the savannah.

And when the last time, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty from Middle Earth sent the last powerful cavalry to the north to attack the Turks, preparing to completely exterminate the Turks and never suffer in the future, at that time, everyone in the entire steppe trembled, panicked, and everyone felt that a catastrophe was coming. At that time, the most powerful shaman in the Turkic steppes led all the hundreds of shamans in the steppes to perform witchcraft on the roads that the Middle-earth army had to pass north, and the most powerful army of the Middle-earth Emperor suffered heavy casualties, suffered many diseases, and fought against the warlocks from Middle-earth.

Although in the end, the shamans suffered heavy losses, leaving only a few people, but they also succeeded in dismantling the most powerful cavalry army in history sent by the Emperor of Middle-earth and saving the endangered Turkic peoples.

The Blackwater Shaman is a branch of the great shamanic leader!

"Although 500,000 war horses are precious, the value of the four princes is not comparable to 500,000 war horses, he is related to the fate and future of our Western Turkic Khanate, this khan you have seen the oracle, you should know. ”

The black water shaman walked slowly over with a bone cane, one step at a time.

"But the entire Western Turkic Khanate simply does not have 500,000 of the best Turkic war horses, and this is simply an impossible task!"

Hearing the word oracle, Shabala Khan suddenly became much more sober, but soon, he became angry again. The Turks are known as a people on horseback, and there are not many other than the most war horses. But what kind of horses are there, how many ordinary war horses there are, and there are millions of good horses, but the best and rarest top war horses, the entire Western Turkic Khanate probably doesn't have so many, even if there is, it can't be given to a Han person, wouldn't that be an enemy?

Don't forget, the Western Turkic Khanate and the Tang Empire are still in a state of hostility and war, and he will never agree to such conditions.

"Of course, 500,000 of the best Turkic war horses are impossible, but the Iron City cannot but talk about it, and the four princes cannot but save it. 500,000 war horses are just a small means used by the other party, trying to raise the final transaction price. If they really didn't want to negotiate, the fourth prince would probably have died a long time ago, so why bother to refuse the khan three times and twice. For the sake of the future of the Western Turkic Khanate, the khan had to calm down. ”

The Black Water Shaman's lips squirmed, and he said one step at a time. There was a black mist on his face that was constantly surging, like a veil, making it impossible to see his true face.

Shabaluo Khan looked stunned and was speechless for a moment.

It was not for nothing that Shabala Khan favored the Four Princes, the steppe had a great crisis, and it was probably more terrifying than any other time in history, and the first to feel this terror were the shamans of the steppe, who could hear the voices of the gods and know the mysteries of the past and the future. This has been proven countless times by what has happened in the past.

Sooner or later, the steppe will be destroyed, and it will definitely not be for long!

- This is an oracle that Shabala Khan has heard of since he was a child.

In the entire steppe, very few people knew this secret, and Shabaluo Khan, as a royal family, knew about this secret. From that time on, he was deeply disturbed, until the moment when the fourth prince was born. "This child is the hope of the entire Turkic steppe", "His existence is related to the future of all", "When the time comes, he will awaken his mission and lead the Turks out of that terrible catastrophe", the prophecies of the shamans about this child were deeply imprinted in the mind of Shabala Khan.

This is also the reason why he is so fond of the Four Princes, as the shamans say, his value is immeasurable.

"Are we really going to be threatened by a teenage kid who doesn't dry up?"

Shabala Khan was full of unwillingness. As a well-known monarch on the steppe, the reputation of Shabaluo Khan resounded throughout the country, and even those great protectors of Middle-earth Shenzhou were afraid of the generals. But now, he was being demanded by a teenager in the city of steel, wantonly threatened, as the Shabo Luoxi Turkic Khan, how could he bear it.

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