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Silence made an oath that had never been made in the grassland, and it really shocked the people of the Baren tribe. Those people looked at him with the eyes of "fool, loyalty has nothing to do with it".

If Urhan Batu trusted the strange boy in front of him just because of this unique oath, it would be even more impossible than the extinction of the prairie wolves.

"Bakuo, he left it to you." The thick voice shattered the chilling atmosphere around him, and Urhan Batu sneered from his nasal cavity, turned around and strode away.

Shen Mo's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He stroked the wolf king's mane, and the other party howled, and the nearby wolves gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The mustache on the mouth of the young man named Ba Kuo is funny, he looked silent, with obvious interest, "Little brother, your wolf at night..."

"Live with me." Mo Mo said as a matter of course.

Ba Kuo, who was walking, heard the words, slipped and fell to the ground with a bang.

Because the interior should be in danger suddenly, without sending any signal, the three directions of east, west and south did not dare to act hastily.

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Two groups of cavalry set off from the back of Shuangfeng Spring, circled along the Dokele grassland, and finally headed south.

Under the night, the howling of wolves was vaguely mixed with the sound of neat horseshoes, waking up the empty grassland from the silence, and the frightened hunting animals scattered in all directions.

The Barun tribe was the most powerful tribe in the grassland, and they subdued those scattered small tribes after absolute force suppression.

But subduing does not mean never rebelling.

Among the several small tribes distributed in the south, the tribe headed by Zhaxili was also the target of this hunting.

The two cavalry have a total of 34 people. They want to destroy Zahili’s tribe without disturbing the east and west. Otherwise, once they start to scare the snake and wait for them to pack up their things and migrate, the next battle will be an endless tug-of-war, which will take time. , but also consume a lot of materials.

In addition to the endless green grass, the grassland also has those uneven hills.

Behind those hills there is often something lurking, which suddenly surprises and delivers the fatal blow.

The darkness before dawn seemed extraordinarily long, Silence lay on the wolf king's back, and there were cavalrymen with spears, sabers, bows and arrows on both sides of him.

Those fine horses were very restless, staying with a wolf, they started kicking dirt and snorting.

"How long is it?" Ba Kuo pulled the rein and spit on the ground. The long wait was killing the little patience of the grassland man.

A fat middle-aged man next to him suddenly yelled, "They're coming out."

There is the sound of horseshoes in the distance, it is the cavalry who went out to hunt.

Ba Kuo made a few gestures, and in the next moment, everyone was divided into four groups, holding weapons in their hands and running towards the tents.

The old wolf received silent instructions, walked leisurely, and walked very slowly, occasionally flicking his tail.

When the sky was a little pale, the massacre had just begun.

Zahiri was captured alive and taken to the Barun tribe with the women, while none of the remaining old people and children were left behind.

Panic screams and miserable cries turned this world into a hell on earth, and each and every fresh life was instantly wiped out.

The pungent smell of blood hit his face, and the white tent was stained red with blood. After all, Shen Mo couldn't help but tilt his head. He is not the savior, and he has no ability to save anyone.

At noon, when the men who had gone hunting came back, the hidden cavalry suddenly attacked after they got off their horses.

Those who tried to escape directly became food in the mouths of the wolves guarding the periphery.

Seeing the wild wolf dragging its limbs and gnawing, and the splattered meat was quickly emptied, Shen Mo frowned. The old wolf beside him was a little restless, breathing with his wolf mouth open, and licking his sharp teeth with his outstretched tongue.

"Go ahead, I shouldn't forget that you're a wolf too."

The wolf king looked up at Shen Mo, then at the delicious food in the distance, bent his front legs, and lay at Shen Mo's feet, rubbing his legs.

Seeing the humanized movements of a werewolf, the silence was a little funny, and he sighed, "You still have to go back to the wolves after all, that's your home."

"Little brother, shouldn't those friends of yours be withdrawn?" Ba Kuo who came over wiped the blood off his knife and pointed at those wild wolves.

"Why did you capture Zahiri alive?" Silence asked curiously after the wolf king sent a signal to let the wolves leave.

Ba Kuo chuckled, "Khan has a hobby."

On the way back, Mo Mo didn’t ask what that hobby was again, until he saw the middle-aged man named Tashiri hang upside down in the air, with a row of knife points glowing below him, he finally understood that Urhan Batu is a carnivore that is a hundred times more terrifying than wild wolves.

This time the assault was successful, and the remaining tribes on both sides lost the support of Zahiri, and they no longer dared to do anything. They could only hand over their cattle, sheep and women with their tails between their legs to curry favor with Urhan Batu, as a show of their sincerely.

Urhan Batu rewarded Shen Mo with a separate tent, some high-quality animal skins, and some fine wine.

The Baruns also lost their negligence and hostility towards Silence, and treated him like a hero, but they were still full of hostility towards the wolf king beside him.

In two days, the marriage team was about to arrive. Mo Mo spent almost every day wandering around Urhan Batu. Apart from discovering that the other party liked to kill, he had no way of knowing anything else.

Sitting by the Twin Peaks Spring, Shen Mo squinted his eyes and watched the galloping horses, followed by a dozen riders with slipknot ropes in their hands.

Seeing the so-called lasso horse with his own eyes, the scene was very passionate. He leaned half of his body on the wolf king's back, and sang the must-have song for the square dance inexplicably.

You are majestic and majestic

galloping horses like the wind

The wolf king squinted his eyes and felt a little sleepy. After a while, he fell asleep to the singing in his ears.

Shen Mo didn't expect that the song he sang on the spur of the moment had already reached Urhan Batu at noon.

When he heard the news, a light flashed in his lowered eyes, maybe the opportunity had come.

In the tent, Ba Kuo was eating meat and yelling vaguely, "Khan, what kind of man can completely describe the style of my grassland, I think it can be used as..."

Urhan Batu above sneered, "You know what."

The others slapped the table and laughed.

"I don't even understand sweat, and it's even more impossible for me to understand fart." Ba Kuo grinned shamelessly.

Urhan Batu took a sip of his wine and waved his hand, "Get out and call that kid here."

After a while, Ba Kuo walked in with silence.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Urhan Batu, who was sitting on the top. He was nine feet tall and extremely burly. His stiff hair was unrestrained, his nose was straight and sharp, and he had strong masculine features. He couldn't match handsomeness. On the top, the feeling is more of not being angry and prestige.

Shen Mo tensed his nerves and did not dare to relax. This man is too dangerous, and he may pounce on him and bite him to death at any time.

"Come here." The person above said suddenly, and the tent fell silent.

Mo Mo walked over calmly and stopped at a distance of five or six steps. This is what he considers a safe distance. If there is any emergency, there is also a way out.

"Can't walk anymore? Do you need to put a rope around your neck?" Urhan Batu stared at the boy, dawdling like a woman.

Thinking of this, he blatantly glanced at the young man.

Shen Mo's eyes twitched, and he moved a few steps bravely. Across a table, he felt the bloody smell on the other party's body constantly challenging his sense of smell.

"How did you sing that song?" Urhan Batu touched his chin, "You mighty brat..."

The corner of Shen Mo's mouth twitched, "Khan, it's the man who puts on the horse."

"You mean Ben Khan's singing is wrong?" Urhan Batu's eyes showed hostility.

Suddenly, a palm was slapped on the top of his head, so powerful that Shen Mo almost knelt down. The veins on his forehead twitched violently, and he said flatly, "If you want a grass horse, the degree of difficulty is too high."