Come to another world and become a lord

Nura rode her horse quickly, the horse's hooves trampled the muddy ground, and the splashed mud left spots on her white cloak. However, she didn't care. The north wind was howling, her eyes were cold, and the veins on the back of her hands holding the reins were exposed. Behind her were her fully armed cavalry guards.

The news that her father was seriously injured was like an ice cone piercing her heart. When Karl's messenger passed the news to her, she even thought she had heard it wrong. Her father, that was the Great Khan - Akitila! How could he be injured during a simple hunting trip? And why did the news come from Karl first? Everything was too strange. She never wanted to think about it too much, but the tribal atmosphere now really made her feel uneasy. Without much hesitation, she immediately picked out a dozen of the most trusted warriors and took them straight to the Khan's camp.

In the distance, the huge yurt gradually became clear in sight. The morning light sprinkled on the silver-white tent top, like a solitary peak standing on the grassland. Nura galloped on her horse, the cold air blowing in her face. Her eyes were cold, and the worry in her heart was like a storm on the grassland, becoming more and more fierce. When she arrived at the camp gate, she suddenly pulled the reins, the warhorse neighed, and the front hooves were raised high.

A team of guards had already lined up in front of the camp gate. The leading guard quickly stepped forward and blocked Noura's way:

"Your Highness, please stay!"

Nura sat upright on his horse, his eyes swept across him like a sharp blade, his tone was calm but faintly intimidating:

"I'm here to see my father Khan. I heard he was seriously injured and in critical condition."

The guard lowered his head, not daring to look her in the eye, and said in a deep voice:

"The Great Khan is recuperating, and the doctor has ordered that no one should disturb him."

Nura's eyes turned cold, and her tone suddenly became low:

"What did you say?"

The other party pursed his lips and said with some guilt:

"Please go back, Princess. The Great Khan's injuries require a quiet environment to recuperate—"

Noura's patience ran out in an instant, and the voice came like a storm:

"Ridiculous! I am his daughter, Princess Snow, what right do you have to stop me?" Her words were like sharp arrows, shooting at everyone who stood in her way.

"This is the doctor's order. Everything is for the Great Khan to be able to recover better..."

Nura sneered and interrupted sharply:

"Doctor? Which doctor? Don't tell me this nonsense! What's more, you are not my father Khan's personal guard, you are from the Black Hawk tribe. Where are my father Khan's personal guards?"

As she spoke, she shook her wrist, a cold light flashed, and the ice sword at her waist was unsheathed, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the throat of the captain of the guards. The air around them seemed to be frozen.

The guards were stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of horror:

"Your Highness, please calm down..."

At this moment, a voice came from the camp:

"What are you doing? You dare to stop Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

The crowd parted, and a tall man came quickly. Nura recognized the man, a captain of the guards of her father Khan named Hassan. He walked up to Nura, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully:

"Your Highness, your Great Khan's personal guard, Hassan, greets you here."

Seeing the other party appear, Noura's expression eased slightly:

"How is my father Khan now? How serious are his injuries?"

Hassan raised his head, his face solemn:

"The situation is not optimistic, but the doctors are currently doing their best to treat the patient. I am about to go on an inspection tour, please come with me, Princess."

Nura took back the ice sword, put it back into the scabbard, and then dismounted with his guards.

Under Hassan's leadership, the group quickly walked towards the main camp. The guards behind them lowered their heads and retreated, not daring to stop them in the slightest.

Inside the tent, Great Khan Akitila lay quietly on the bed, his chest rising and falling slightly. His face was pale, and there was even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Tarbat stood in front of the couch, staring at the former king of the grassland, his hands clasped behind his back, an indescribable expression on his face.

Memories flooded back to his mind. It all started with that damned hunt. They rode out of the camp together to hunt in the grassland. The wind was cold and the crows in the distance were circling in the dark clouds, making shrill cries. Tarbat rode behind Akitila, and his hearty laughter was in his ears:

"Talbat, if you can't even stand this little bit of cold wind, how can you accompany me to fight on the grassland?"

He smiled but did not answer, only tightening his cloak.

Soon, they found a group of running wild deer. Akitila rode his horse and chased after them, riding his horse as fast as lightning. Talbat wanted to follow, but was attacked by a sudden flock of crows the next moment. The crows swooped down at them like crazy, pecking at everyone's face and arms with their sharp beaks.

He didn't know why he was attacked by crows. When he reacted, the Great Khan had disappeared. No one noticed when he disappeared. In a hurry, he ordered the guards to disperse and search. He went into the forest alone and finally found the Great Khan among the rocks. The Khan was surrounded by wolves and fell into trouble.

He saw the scimitar of Akitila flashing a dazzling cold light in the sun, and he shouted loudly, trying to disperse the wolves besieging him. However, the wolves did not retreat, they growled and pressed forward step by step.

Talbat was about to step forward to help, but the scene of Carl building the wall unconsciously emerged in his mind. Will the northern wall turn the prairie into a cage when it is completed? He thought about it, slowly put away his weapon, and stopped moving forward, just watching from a distance.

The Great Khan in front of him was wielding a scimitar, and his cloak had been torn into pieces. Every blow he made was oppressive, and in the end, the wolves were repelled. However, Akitila's body was also shaky and he fell heavily to the ground.

Talbat did not move forward, but slowly reined in his horse. He whispered, "Is this God's will?" Some indescribable thoughts began to grow in his heart.

Just then, he heard that voice, low, hoarse, and as unpleasant as the cry of a crow: "He is already injured. You only need to move your hands to end it all..."

Tarbat gripped the reins tightly, frowning. Kill Akitila, and everything would be his. He could stop the wall from being built, and lead the steppes on another path.

He drew his knife, walked forward, and faced the dying Khan. In the end, he hesitated. Was it really necessary to do it? If he did it, he would leave a knife wound, and people would notice the wound, and then they would start to suspect him. The Khan was already dying, so he didn't have to take any risks by just letting him die naturally. So he put away his knife and sat beside the Khan until the guards found them. He began to pretend to stop the bleeding for the Khan, and took the lead in sending him back to the camp, and then notified Sogar to lead his troops to arrest Karl immediately.

He only needed to wait for the Great Khan to die. However, the fact was that the Great Khan did not die, and the doctor said that he survived. This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for him.

The memories gradually faded, and Talbat's eyes refocused on the Great Khan in front of him. The man on the sickbed closed his eyes, his breathing was steady, and the bleeding from his wounds had stopped. Talbat unconsciously grasped the scimitar at his waist.

Now, shall we take action?

The voice appeared again:

"You missed the best chance on the grassland. Now is the last chance. Kill him and no one can stop you."

Talbat's hands trembled slightly as he slowly pulled out half of the scimitar. His breathing became rapid and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

At this moment, Akitila, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened her mouth:

"Nura~"

Talbat was so frightened that he trembled all over and quickly put the scimitar back into the scabbard.

"Great...Great Khan?" he called tentatively.

Then he saw Akitila opened her eyes slightly, and after seeing him, she smiled calmly:

"Ah~Talbat, did you save me?"

"It's all my fault, Great Khan. It's me who caused you to be injured." Tarbat knelt down and said.

"Don't blame you. I was negligent... those damn wolves..." Akitila smiled bitterly, his voice weak but majestic, "Where is my daughter? I need to see her..."

"I'll go right away..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden commotion outside the tent, and then the curtain was opened. Nura walked in angrily and drew her sword at him:

"Talbat! How dare you stop me from seeing my father!"

Talbat was so shocked that he trembled all over, and then he said quickly:

"Your Highness Princess, you misunderstood."

Nura was about to explode when she heard the Great Khan on the bed suddenly say:

"Is it Noura?"

When Nura saw her father wake up, she immediately put away her sword and knelt down in front of the bed, tears in her eyes:

"Father, I'm here..."

Talbot stood aside, silent. He knew that his chance had been completely missed, but somehow, this made him feel relieved.