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It turns out that no matter which ethnicity, the truly high-ranking individuals are not fools. Misda quickly reacted, understanding what Liu Yuan wanted: "Lord, I previously belonged to Mosoka's Karasar, with approximately 18,000 people in the entire Karasar. We once suffered a defeat in a battle against a powerful tribe in the Dothraki Sea, greatly weakening our strength, which is why we came to the border area to recuperate. Besides the main Karasar, there are three other Kas tribes like us. The closest one to here should be Sabo's Kas, slightly stronger than mine, about two days' journey southeast from here."

Liu Yuan went to the hanging sheepskin map, which he had obtained from a trading city-state and was a relatively clear map of the environment. Misda's mention of two days' journey likely referred to the speed of tribal migration. After a rough estimate, Sabo's Kas should be about twenty leagues southeast, where there is a small lake and a forest, a decent place to camp.

Liu Yuan pointed to the map and said to him, "Misda, mark the locations of the various parts of Mosoka's Karasar."

Misda quickly stepped forward, identified a few places, and circled them. He hesitated and said, "They are roughly distributed in these areas, but I'm not too clear about the exact locations. There isn't much contact between the various Kas. If there's anything, Mosoka will send someone to contact us. Lord, if you only want to expand your strength, there's no need to fight the Karasar head-on..." Misda slowly explained that competition in the Dothraki Sea is fierce. Especially in the central area, only powerful Karasars can survive. The further out, the weaker the wandering Karasars become. In the border areas or in the territories of other races, there are also small Dothraki settlements. These are established by defeated exiles, those abandoned by the Karasar after becoming sick or injured, or those who voluntarily left the tribe.

There are also many defeated Karasars, like Mosoka, who have suffered heavy losses but still retain some strength. They will run to the border areas, annex these small settlements to replenish their losses, and once their strength recovers to a certain extent, they will return to the Dothraki Sea to continue their dominance.

Returning to Vaes Dothrak for pilgrimage is the wish of every Dothraki! These small tribes will also merge with each other to form new Karasars and once again fight back into the Dothraki Sea. This conventional model has maintained the Dothraki's continuous fighting for hundreds of years, but the population has not declined.

Misda and the other Kas were scattered around searching for and annexing these small tribes. His suggestion to Liu Yuan was to specifically target these small tribes, temporarily avoiding the large tribes, especially since there is more than one Karasar nearby.

Liu Yuan liked his suggestion. Compared to those adult warriors, he was more interested in those underage youths, and these small tribes had weaker resistance. He nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, I'll leave these matters to you to plan! I will fully cooperate with you, whether you rob, steal, or cheat, just get the people back for me."

Misda received Liu Yuan's order and led the Flying Feather Camp and all the Dothraki-descent warriors. A group of more than five hundred people, all dressed as Dothraki warriors, left the camp and disappeared into the vast grassland.

Watching these people's receding figures, Grig said to Liu Yuan, "Lord, you just let them go like that? These Dothraki have only submitted to you for less than half a month. What if they don't come back? Or what if they contact the Karasar to besiege us?"

Liu Yuan had to say, "It doesn't matter whether they betray us or not. If Misda and the others follow the plan, without paying too much of a price, we can have a brave cavalry. If they rebel and attract Mosoka's Karasar, it's only a little over ten thousand people, with only six or seven thousand warriors. Defeating them isn't a big deal. We can also use them as whetstones to temper the Unsullied infantry. After we destroy the Karasar, we will be the strongest in this area. At that time, those small tribes will still be meat on our lips, to be eaten whenever we want." Liu Yuan naturally wouldn't tell him that although the system was gone, that constraint still existed, and it was at the rule level.

Grig suddenly understood and praised, "So that's how it is, everything is within your Lordship's plan. I admire you..."

Liu Yuan scolded with a smile, "Get lost! You're not learning anything good, learning to flatter people. Philin, order the construction of the stronghold to be accelerated."

Philin bowed and replied, "Yes, Lord."

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A clear river meandered by, and countless horses leisurely ate the grass. Dothraki riders occasionally roared past, their sights raised to the sky. Not far away, a large area of simple tents stretched into a camp. In the center of the camp stood a tall and spacious tent. At this time, seven or eight people were sitting around in the tent, eating roasted horse meat and drinking sour milk wine.

On the main seat was a Dothraki with waist-length hair, with dozens of bells jingling on his braids. He was over fifty years old. This person was Mosoka, who was considered older among the Kaos. He opened his mouth and asked, "Each Kas has been developing separately for several months. How is your development going?"

The three Kos recounted their recent situations. Mosoka listened silently, calculating in his mind. Suddenly, he asked the person next to him, "Dilo, is there still no news from Misda?"

Dilo was Mosoka's bloodrider. He put down the roasted meat and shook his head, saying, "Kao, I have sent no less than twenty groups of people to search along the direction Misda's Ko left. But there is still no news, and we have lost contact with him for more than three months. Kao, in the northeast seems to be the Karasar of Lorago Kao. Could Misda Ko have led his Kas to defect?"

A strong man below suddenly stood up, indignantly saying, "What? Misda, that bastard, actually ran away? I was planning to settle accounts with him! Kao, I once sent people to recruit people from those small tribes. But more than twenty settlements have been taken advantage of, leaving behind the name Misda Ko. There are hundreds of good young men, and even underage boys have been taken away." He was Sabo Ko, the leader of another Kas.

Another Ko, Colin, also spoke, "Kao, in my territory, many settlements have also been taken advantage of. It shouldn't be less than three hundred people. According to them, they came from the west."

Mosoka pondered for a long time. He had been in the position of Kao for more than twenty years and was not a simple-minded person. After carefully thinking about it, he opened his mouth and said, "It's hard to say whether Misda betrayed us or not. If he really intends to defect to Lorago, he has to pass through here, or Yuga's Kas. But he did recruit people across the border. I estimate he intends to become independent. Dilo, go get the map."

Dilo got up to get the map, but before he could return, there was a burst of noise outside the tent! And it was getting closer and closer. Then someone lifted the curtain and broke in. Two screaming warriors were holding a person, who had many injuries on his body. Originally somewhat weak, he saw Mosoka and Sabo and struggled to cry out, "Kao! Ko! Our Kas was attacked, and there were so many of them. The camp has fallen, and I risked my life to break out!"