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The Great Khan of the Barun tribe will always be ruthless than others, the number one warrior, and the strongest man.

For the ethnic groups living in the grasslands, women are used to increase the population, horses are used for combat power, and food is not enough, especially before winter comes, they need to fight for it.

So they don't need a benevolent, indecisive Khan, they just need the most ruthless, powerful and aggressive leader.

If the leader is not strong enough, they will rebel, and they will choose stronger warriors.

But although the Barun people respected their Great Khan, they did not show allegiance.

In their hearts, there are only two words, survival.

Urhan Batu is the most prestigious man of the Barun tribe. On the day he sat on the throne of the Great Khan, he slaughtered more than 20 robbers and sprinkled hot blood all over the Shuangfeng Spring outside the tribe.

The reason why today's wrestling festival is unprecedentedly strong is to celebrate this year's harvest of cattle and sheep, and the second is to negotiate a peace agreement with the Celestial Dynasty.

Under the moonlight, the flames on the torches swayed with the wind, and the clansmen took up big bowls to drink and ate the roasted mutton.

A giant silver wolf leaped out from the campfire, and the man who was drinking was caught off guard. The fire frame in front of him was thrown over, and the wine jar was thrown by him, hitting behind the running wolf with a bang.

This scene happened too suddenly, and the carnival night was broken by the howling of wolves. The clansmen watched the vigorous figure of the silver wolf pass through their field of vision like lightning. The heart of Urhan Batu.

The air suddenly vibrated, and with a groan, the scimitar came out of its sheath, and Urhan Batu's thick arm swung violently, brushing, the scimitar fell down, his head flew up, and blood spurted out, drawing a bloody arc in the air .

All the clansmen have no fear at all, but are more excited and worship the strong.

The headless body of the woman who didn't know when was standing next to Urhan Batu fell to the ground with a slam, and thick blood gushed out.

A clansman stepped forward and tore off the woman's clothes, exposing the black scorpion totem on the nape of her neck.

It's Zahiri's people.

Urhan Batu had a ferocious expression on his face, licking the blood on the scimitar, and his already frightening eyes became even more frightening. He rolled his bloodthirsty eyes, opened them suddenly, and looked at the horse that had rushed to the mountain not far away. Qiu's silver wolf.

Squinting his eyes and watching the man raise his left hand to make a strange gesture, Silence shrank his pupils, underestimating the murderous intent of the other party.

He thought that sending the wolf king to take risks to destroy the hidden assassin's assassination plan for Urhan Batu was enough to express his sincerity, but now it seems that he was too careless.

Seeing that the wolf king was getting closer and closer to him, Shen Mo suddenly raised his hair slightly and let out a long howl, which grew from small to loud.

In an instant, the howling of wolves rose in the vast wilderness. From far to near, wolves appeared on the uneven hills.

Under the thick ink-like sky, pairs of eyes shining with green light are like the flames of death in the night.

There was a whining ox horn sounding, and the Barun people approached in an orderly manner. The old and weak, women and children entered the tent one after another, and all the young and strong men stood firm.

The ethnic groups living in the grasslands all know how terrifying the pursuit of wolves is, so they raised their scimitars but did not dare to attack rashly.

While the wolf king kept rubbing against his trouser legs, Mo Mo reached out to take the mutton in his mouth, and patted it on the head in praise.

The situation was against him, and he was betting on how much Uerhan Batu was interested in him.

"I helped you just now." Looking at the raging lion approaching, Silence rolled his throat, and there was calmness in his bright black eyes, but also hidden tension.

Urhan Batu's footsteps paused slightly, the scimitar was put back into its sheath, and he looked at the strange boy who suddenly appeared in the tribe. His body was weaker than the herd of cattle and sheep, and he was brave enough to break in quietly.

Glancing at the silver wolf at the boy's waist, Urhan Batu raised his eyebrows slightly. A wild and ferocious animal like a wolf would be tamed.

interesting.

There was a loud cooing sound in his ear, as if the wolf king was saying that he was hungry.

Shen Mo's forehead twitched, he didn't eat, the wolf king would never eat first, but this is really not the time to enjoy delicious food.

The wolf king groaned, lowered his head, moved his nose, secretly smelling the smell of meat.

With a soft whistling sound from his mouth, Mo Mo tore off a small piece of mutton and stuffed it into his mouth, and gave the rest to the wolf king.

Swallowing the mutton indiscriminately, he took a deep breath, "There are two cavalry and one cavalry in the east, west and south of the Dokele grassland. They will make a surprise attack tonight."

As soon as his words came out, the clansmen were shocked.

Urhan Batu motioned for everyone to be quiet. He looked at the young man who was still in the mood to eat food, and seemed not to care much about the news. "Oh? Why should Ben Khan trust you?"

"My friends are all around." Silently touched the old wolf king's head, he said flatly, "I know every plant and tree here."

The old wolf king was trembling with silver hair, reluctant to put the finished mutton on his own territory, panting with his wolf mouth wide open, aiming at Urhan Batu's throat, his eyes full of hostility and vigilance.

The atmosphere is on fire.

Uerhan Batu Beast glanced at the wild wolves on the hill, and he suddenly approached a little bit, showing a cold expression, "Boy, what do you want?"

"I'm a human, not a wolf." The terrifying momentum struck, and he kept calm on his silent face. He pursed his lips and said in an absolutely sincere tone, "I want to live in a group, and your group is the most powerful in the entire grassland. .”

With sharp eyes narrowed like blades, a smile finally appeared on the corner of Urhan Batu's mouth, but it was even more trembling than when he didn't smile.

Silence tightened his chin and bent slightly, with his right hand flat on his chest, offering the most supreme salute in the grassland, and uttering the oath of allegiance that surprised the entire Baren people.

"I would like to devote all my loyalty to follow you for the rest of my life."

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