Thousands of soldiers who were originally siege-like and made a pass directly to a passage. At this moment, they certainly would not forget that this seemingly fat and stupid fat man was the chief of the grassland Eagle, one of the five major tribes, on the Dalcan steppe! And those of them were originally under his command.
Watching the four people leave, several leaders stood together again. They looked at the four young men, especially the fair-looking guy. The aura on his body was extremely calm. Even if he killed Lord Erdun, it seemed that he felt this way.
It seems that lord will die!
Several people looked at each other in horror again, then looked at thousands of soldiers, but for a moment they didn't know where to go.
At this moment, Lu Ming and his friends had already run away. Zhuoligetu grabbed Erdun's head with a smile on his face, but two lines of tears flowed down. Even if he avenged his revenge, he would not be able to be resurrected even if he died!
Lu Ming patted the fat man on the shoulder and told him not to think too much. Then he cautiously used a trace of sword marks to cover everyone's momentum.
Although Erdun is dead and the Hutu warriors are shocked, Lu Ming's killer intuition has always reminded him that this matter is not over yet.
Lu Ming directly thought of Barhu, the biggest overlord on the grassland. Lu Ming always believed that in this series of events, only this overlord is the biggest boss and should be the biggest winner.
Perhaps, besides Erdun's death.
In fact, Lu Ming knew very well that even if Erdun died, Barhu would not hurt his muscles, but he just lacked a sword that could be stabbed out at will.
Back in the Eagle Tribe of the Grassland, Erdun put the green harrier on his shoulder, grabbed Erdun's head and went out.
Lu Ming knew that the fat man would have his own way to mourn his relatives, and that whatever he thought was no result at this time, so he began to recover from his injuries.
After they recover, the three fat men must be treated as soon as possible. No matter when, they can only maintain the strongest combat power at all times and deal with all the changes. Even if they cannot deal with it, they will not surrender.
The night passed quickly, the bright sunshine shone on the earth and the sky was cloudless. Even in the sad winter, such weather would give people a good mood.
"Ah! Oh my God! What is this?"
A herder who drove the flock out of the tribe suddenly screamed. He looked at the tribe he was in or his own grassland eagle, and then calmed down and walked towards the newly erected wooden stake at the door.
"Eerdun? This is actually Erdun's head? Oh my God! Whose masterpiece is this?" The herder saw the head placed on the sharpened wooden stake, and immediately shook his hands and threw away the whip in his hand, hugging the incredible face with both hands.
His scream attracted more people, and many herders and soldiers rushed over. When they saw the hideous head, they all cheered. A sensation in their chest dissipated.
Then the entire tribe was boiling. People left their work behind and rushed to the wooden stake. No matter how gorgeous the words were at this moment, they could not express their inner feelings. They all lowered their minds and prayed.
At this time, a team of people appeared outside the tribe, and among the herdsmen, who had outstanding eyesight, immediately discovered that this was the team of the Great Khan Barhu, and the chiefs of the other four tribes gathered, followed by the 200 elite soldiers led by each. However, as soon as they were added up, there were as many as thousands of people.
What's the situation?
The herdsmen and soldiers stood up one after another. Looking at the face of Barhu Khan, it seemed to be coming to ask for guilt. A soldier thought for a moment and rushed to the tent where the chief was.
"What are you all doing."
Barhu glanced at Erdun's head, turned around and asked the herdsmen. He was very low around him, but he tried his best to suppress his anger.
When I arrived at the scene last night, the building was empty, and there were only the confused Hutu warriors trying their best to piece together Erdun's body. Moreover, the woman who loved her cried so hard that she fainted from the scene because she lost her brother, and is still crying and trying to commit suicide to accompany her brother.
No one on the grassland doesn’t know his relationship with Erdun. This is simply a slap in the face!
No matter from any aspect, Barhu's anger was burning uncontrollably, and it was becoming more and more prosperous.
"Do whatever you need to do."
Barhu snorted, ignored the soldiers coming to greet him, and stepped directly toward the central tent.
The four people following him asked the soldiers to wait on the spot, and then followed. The chiefs of the four tribes were actually very helpless because they had a good relationship with Chief Bal, and this incident did not interfere with Erdun's atrocities because of Barhu, but this did not stop the growth of the crisis in their hearts.
God knows whether Erdun will look at other tribes after obtaining the Grassland Eagle Tribe.
But before the four of them made the final decision, Erdun had been killed and his head was stuck on the wooden stake at the entrance of the Grassland Eagle Tribe.
The four of them were originally secretly happy, but they didn't expect that they received a letter from Barhu almost at the same time, asking to come here to ask for a crime, because after a month's sword biography, every person on the grassland was already well known.
"This is not in line with the rules!"
Barhu's voice was as deep as a lion before his rage. And the last time he came, the fat man even greeted him, but this time, he was actually carrying his tent to recover from his wounds, and he didn't even want to sit down.
Barhu didn't care about these things at all, so he sat down and his huge body filled a leather recliner.
He looked at Zhuoligetu and then at the other three people, and found that they were all injured and very serious. If they were a little heavier, they might die.
But none of them died.
Barhu almost exploded, but when he saw Lu Ming, he found that the aura on this guy was very weak, just like a little candlelight in the strong wind on the grassland, which seemed to be extinguished in the next moment, but the candlelight was burning against the wind.
Barhu was secretly surprised and suddenly felt that the plan to poison first and assassinate Erdun must have come from this kid.
He was about to say something when he saw the curtain lifting and the Destruction Sword Saint walked in.
Barhu swallowed secretly. When the incident happened last night, he was drinking and talking about swordsmanship with the Destruction Sword Saint. He had a very profound knowledge and had a deep understanding of swords. He had made him feel enlightened several times, but he couldn't grasp what it was.
Barhu knew that it was because this understanding of swords all came from the destruction of the sword saint, not his own. What he needed was a little insight, perhaps as thin as a piece of paper.
Barhu was originally very excited and was about to pierce the paper, but suddenly felt the sign of fighting, but Erdun shouldn't have lost. On the other hand, the Destruction Sword Saint was unaware of it, as if he had not noticed anything.
But he could sense it himself, and it would never be impossible for him to sense it.
Barhu kept talking to the Destruction Sword Saint on his face, but he was sneering in his heart. Wait and see how you should react.
However, things went against my wishes, and it was Erdun who died.
Barhu nodded slightly to the Destruction Sword Saint, then looked at the calm Zhuoligetu and said, "Since you have negotiated a sword competition, since I am the referee of this sword competition, your actions are not in line with the rules. I need an explanation for this matter. First, it is to appease thousands of Hutu warriors; second, it is to maintain the rules of the grassland; third, there are four chiefs here, and they do not want such incidents to happen."
After seeing the Destruction Sword Saint, Barhu's attitude significantly eased a lot, which was the role of the strong. Lu Ming sneered in his heart, just sat silently without saying a word.
"Rules?" Zhuoligetu said coldly: "When Erdun killed my adoptive father, did he follow the rules? In the next few days, he kept chasing Hudal and his family. Did he follow the rules? Dahan didn't think that if I was not dead, I wouldn't comply with the rules?"
"What are you saying? I came here with the four chiefs today to keep our grassland rules going on. Don't lose yourself because of some outside reasons." Barhu's tone was full of love for the grassland. He was worthy of being the overlord of the side and quickly adjusted his emotions.
"The rules of the grassland must be continued, but the rules have always been mutual." Zhuo Ligetu said that, but he stopped talking. Then he just glanced at the chiefs of the four families, which made them smile embarrassedly, and there was no question.
Lu Ming handed the Destruction Sword Saint a cup of tea, and then he picked up the cup of tea and started drinking it. This Barhu now wants to use the rules to suppress Zhuoligetu, but unfortunately he himself did not follow the rules. If he had stopped at the beginning, there would be rules.
However, Lu Ming reminded the fat man last night that he would never mention the killer. Such a thing is to die without evidence, and it would be useless even if the killer is left as a witness. In that way, it might even make the killer sect target people like him, and Barhu would also look for excuses from it, which would be really not worth the loss.
Barhu was silent. Now looking at their attitude as a winner, this was completely different from the crime he imagined. It turned out that he had to use the rules and use the rhetoric of the four chiefs to directly convict the fat man, but he didn't expect that he seemed to have missing something and was ultimately unable to achieve it.
The key is to destroy the sword saint.
Barhu was extremely depressed. With this guy here, even if he did anything, there were endless obstacles.
After a while, Barhu stood up and sighed and said, "This matter ends here. In the afternoon, the Hutu tribe and other tribes will return to the grassland eagle. I think there is no unresolved hatred between your tribes."