"I am Kedun Aodon of the Meerki tribe, and let King Gresan see me."

With a heavy ornate Ruibao headdress on his head, Lao Kedun held his head high and walked out of the remaining golden tent trapped by the Qiexue army.

Hanha Wanhu is a close neighbor of the Merkit tribe, so naturally everyone knows the identity of this old man, and his strong attacks are all stagnant due to the appearance of the old man.

Just one old Kedun is nothing. There are hundreds of tribes on the grassland, and which tribe does not have one or even a number of Kedun?

However, the old Kedun of the Meerqi tribe can be regarded as the most noble, and even more precious than Kedun in the tents of many sects.

Just because she is the mother of the royal shaman Huchar, she was respectfully called "Eji" by the Golden Horde!

The latter seems to be indifferent now, after all, even the Khan King's golden tent is almost broken.

But the former...

Huchar was respected by the various tribes of the grassland as the priest and incarnation of the immortal world, and was highly respected.

The grassland has been calm for nearly twenty years. In addition to Tumen Khan's gentle nature, Huzar's deterrence is also indispensable.

A shaman at the peak of the Grandmaster, and the Martial Saint, cannot come out, and there are very few people in this world who can compete with him.

Such a strong man may not be able to withstand thousands of troops, but if he wants to assassinate one person, he cannot stop it at all, and his destructive power is extremely strong!

Not to mention that Huchar is not alone. Over the past decades, the disciples he trained are enough to make any tribe afraid and frightened.

It is precisely for this reason that the status of the Merkit tribe is so transcendent.

The scale of a thousand households is only a scale of thousands of households, but in the past, during the New Year Festival, whether it was the Khan's golden tent, the clan king tribe, or the 12,000 household tribes, there were no gifts left.

Therefore, at this moment, Lao Kedun reported himself to his home, and the offensive on the battlefield eased instantly.

No one dares to disrespect the Great Shaman's mother...

Soon after, dozens of fierce warriors surrounded a golden tent and stopped outside the ground with an arrow.

The person riding under Jinluo's tent was Gresan King Gresan of the Hanha tribe, a burly grassland man with a leopard head and a ring-eye figure.

Seeing this person, Lao Kedun asked in a deep voice: "King of Gresan, why did you invade my Marquis?"

The sound of Mount Gretre was low and thick, like a collision between mountains and rocks, and said, "Dear Ke Dun, I did not invade the Merkit tribe, but just to eliminate the foxes who do bad things in the golden tent! The Huning Yan family charmed King Khan, making the king of the ten thousand tribes of the grassland without blood, like a sheep. The Hanha tribe is one of the 12,000 households in Beicang, and I will never allow the common master of the ten thousand tribes to sink again."

Lao Kedun frowned when he heard this, smelled the strong bloody smell of the night wind, looked at the coldness and cruelty in King Gresshan's eyes, and asked: "Since you have such loyalty, you should personally make suggestions at the Aida Mu Aobao meeting according to the rules. How can you force each other?" Seeing the unconcealed sneer and sarcasm on Gresshan's face, Lao Kedun changed his tone and sighed: "However, the men on the grassland are different from those hypocritical Central Plains people. You are so direct and open-minded that you cannot avoid much. Fortunately, the Khan has always been kind and tolerated your disrespect this time. As long as you withdraw your troops immediately and go to Longcheng to apologize, King Khan will forgive you for your actions this time."

"Hahahahaha!"

King Gresan suddenly burst out with a burst of laughter, like the prairie wolf king, and said with a smile: "Agula is really worthy of being the descendant of the Golden Family. He is not worthy of the surname Oboge, so how can he forgive the great King Gresan of the Hanha tribe? This king has cleared his lord and ruthless king, and he should abdicate and give in. The wise and powerful prince Alslan, should inherit the throne of the Great Khan!"

Tens of thousands of rebels are "Haori", which means long live in the grassland language.

Lao Kedun's expression changed drastically when he heard this. She didn't expect that this rebellion was actually done by the great prince.

The grassland is different from the Central Plains, and it has the tradition of young children inheriting the family business.

Tumen Khan and Huning Yan did prefer the gentle Jin Il-jen, rather than the tyrannical prince Arslen.

For this reason, the relationship between Arslen, Tumen Khan and Huning's family was once very tense, especially with Huning's family.

But Lao Kedun didn't expect that things would have come to this point...

Knowing that it would be useless to say more, she pointed at Greshan and asked loudly, "Are you so rebellious, aren't you afraid that my son Huchar will come to fight you?"

Gresshan laughed even more and asked like a wolf: "Kedun, do you know why the sheep-like Khan King came to my Hanha tribe yesterday, and endured his stupidity until today? It is because I am waiting for a news!"

When Lao Kedun heard this, his heart sank and asked, "What news?"

King Gresan smiled and said loudly: "If the great shaman on the grassland is still there, how dare I raise troops to reorganize this Khanate that will live in the world? But the great shaman in our Beicang King Court actually wants to become a god and a saint, and he wants to become a holy shaman comparable to a god. Unfortunately, he failed to retreat and died! Hahahaha! The great prince and the Privy Council Privy Council Privy Council envoy Biliege are already leading the army to surround Huchar's disciples!"

When Lao Kedun heard this, his face suddenly turned pale.

The worst thing she had expected in her mind was indeed happening.

She had previously guessed that if nothing happened to her son Huchar, Gresan would never dare to be so presumptuous.

But he always held a hint of luck...

However, now... the old man's body is shaking.

Things suddenly collapsed into this situation...

"Lao Kedun, you are a rare wise man on the grassland. I, Gresham, have always respected you, just as I have always respected the great shaman. As long as the Meerqi tribe is willing to be loyal to me, I will never be difficult for you!Lao Kedun, our grassland people are the people of immortality and the descendants of Canglang. But Agula admires the Central Plains people, like sheep, ridiculous and pitiful. He actually restricts us from robbing the Central Plains people and not slaughtering the grass valley. Isn't this forcing Canglang to eat grass? If it weren't for being so stupid and absurd, how could he fall to the point where everyone is betrayed today?"

King Gresan was moved by Lao Kedun with reason and wanted to convince her to submit.

Because he didn't know whether Longcheng could do it clean and neatly.

Huchar himself was already very terrifying, as if he was a god.

But in addition to himself, Huchar also has four personal disciples:

One tiger, one wolf, one dog, one snake.

News came from the north that the tiger died and the wolf fled seriously injured. The dog was by the Khan King's side, and most of it was about to die, but the snake was missing.

Tigers, wolfs and dogs are not afraid of, but the snake that has never been seen before is extremely fatal because it is said that snakes are the best at poison.

If it were not forbidden to do so, Greshan really didn't want to be missed by such a poisonous snake.

If Huchar's mother and mother tribe can be recruited now, the probability of being regarded as a mortal enemy by the poisonous snake is much smaller.

After all, if he dies, who will protect Huchar's mother and tribe?

However, what Greshan did not expect was that Melchia was so violent that she had no intention of making any peace. She spoke up with the most vicious grassland curse and cursed Greshan.

Starting with the fact that Greyshan's ancestors were just a despicable person, it also said that the bloodline of the Greyshan family was left by badger pigs, and Changshengtian would never accommodate such miscellaneous things.

He also called Greshan's mother accused of being humble and shameless, and had an affair with the lowest slave and gave birth to Greshan. If not, why did Greshan not look like his father at all?

He also cursed his children and grandchildren to death by trampling on them...

In short, the extremely high tolerance bottom line originally set by Gretham was instantly shattered by Merkiel Kedun.

"Kill her!"

"Kill her!"

"Kill her for me!"

Greshan was scolded and was very angry, wishing to tear the old beggar to pieces.

As he roared, the guards beside him immediately moved forward, placing arrows and shooting at Lao Kedun, who was scolding him unceasingly.

However, when Lao Kedun was about to die tragically under the bow and arrow, a figure floated like clouds and smoke.

An ancient long sword in his hand seemed to swing a circle, and a "jingle" sound rang out, and all the rain of arrows shot was blocked outside.

"Five Niang?!"

When he saw the visitor, Lao Kedun was first surprised, then was shocked and angry, and asked, "Why are you... you are here?"

Tian Wuniang briefly explained: "The Khan said that he could not use me, so Baole begged me to save his mother."

"Hey!"

After sighing heavily, Lao Kedun grew older in an instant, but he thought that since the sudden change in Longcheng had occurred, her son Huchar also encountered an accident. Even if Tumen Khan escaped, he would die. He couldn't help but say despair: "Since Changshengtian does not give us a way out, let's go to see Changshengtian together..." But his words changed again and said anxiously to Tian Wuniang: "Good boy, you are different from us. You shouldn't be involved here. You have great martial arts skills and can rush out alone. You can go away quickly!"

Tian Wuniang shook her head and said, "Mother E, if I have not encountered what I have done today, I will not force it when I see it. I will look for an opportunity to avenge Emother Emother and Baoleer. But since I am here today, I will not leave Emother and Baoleer and escape alone."

The people in Qingyun Village have never been willing to go to death, and never let down the moral principles and survive.

What's more, Lin Ning told her that he would establish his mind for the heaven and earth, establish his destiny for the living and the people, carry forward his unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to the ages.

Such magnificent ambitions are so grand!

Then how could she be a person who is greedy for life and fears death and is unfair?

If Lin Ning had learned about Tian Wuniang's thoughts at this moment, she would probably have vomited blood.

Damn, pretending to be in a trap!

What made him even more depressed was that as he watched the heavy rain of arrows scattering towards the opposite side, the two idiots behind him could hardly suppress them and wanted to come forward to help.

Don’t they understand that this is useful for getting a chicken feather?

After turning back and glaring at the two of them with the most fierce eyes, Lin Ning continued to look back and wait for the situation.

Although Tian Wuniang's face gradually turned pale as she watched the sword swing down waves of arrows, she was gradually retreating slowly and slowly, and was at the end of her strength, Lin Ning was still waiting for the opportunity.

At this time, there is no use except to die together.

Seeing that the sword Tian Wuniang, who entrusted Lao Kedun to the person behind, was swinging slower and more and more difficult, and even a hint of red appeared on the corner of her mouth. The attack became more and more fierce. However, at this moment, the Qie Xue army in the Golden Tent finally made a move.

The three thousand Qiexue army, except for the one thousand that were resisting from the front, the other two thousand suddenly launched an attack westward.

First of all, the Feng is a not-tall knife hand, not even wearing leather armor, but he looks like a mad dog, holding two sharp bone-cutting knives in his hand, which is invincible.

For a moment, the Hanha soldiers surrounded the west were unable to block it and were broken through three blockades in a row.

However, seeing the Golden Rou Umbrella move out of the encirclement, Greyshan was not angry, but was overjoyed. He didn't care about the damn old woman, waved his horse whip and said loudly: "The eldest prince has an order to capture the warrior of Agula alive, reward a thousand pounds of gold, and seal tens of thousands of households!"

Under such heavy rewards, everyone screamed in surprise. Even the brave men around Greyshan were waving their scimitars and rushed towards the Jinluo Umbrella as if they were injected with chicken blood.

However, there are hundreds of people left by King Gresan.

His own eyes were also staring at the messy and collapsed golden tent, and a sneer flashed in his eyes.
To be continued...