"Ahem! Your Majesty, I just saw it... That dagger does have your name on it, and it's 'Xulot', not 'Xulot'..."
"In addition, this 'ten years' period was said by Chief Alan herself... I think her age is probably not much different from His Majesty... Ten years ago, she must have been just a little girl..."
Seeing the king's reaction, Merkat's brows jumped and the corners of his mouth twitched. His arms were pinched and hurt, but what was more frightening was his heart. It seemed that he really knew something extraordinary.
You won’t be silenced, right?…
"Lord God! Look at the same reaction between His Majesty and that female chief of Alan... Hey! Captain Chihuaco is still seeing clearly!... There are two leopards, a male and a female, either biting or barking... Sure enough, there must be an adulterer... Oh, there's a hidden secret
!…”
"My name...three words?...the little girl ten years ago...the me ten years ago..."
Shulot stood there, his head was dizzy, maybe he drank too much tonight... His face was filled with shock, confusion, and uncontrollable longing... He recalled what happened ten years ago.
It was the first time he walked out of the Butterfly Palace in the Holy City.
He recalled his first trip, his first murder, his first rescue of a pretty little girl... He seemed to see the once innocent, kind, confused and curious version of himself again...
And how old was he at that time? Twelve? Or thirteen? His emotions were ups and downs, and he was confused and uneasy. He was like a mature and innocent child who knew countless secrets that he shouldn't know... He once resisted alone.
Facing reality, he carved a name that no one could understand on the dagger until he was forced to walk out of the Butterfly Palace and into the vast wild jungle...
"That day, I saved the little girl, put down the dagger I had carried since childhood, and the softness in my heart!... And she took my dagger and walked into the jungle to the far north... I thought, she
I will be eaten by wolves, I will starve to death, I will disappear silently into the endless mountains and forests, just like countless people... with the softness of my childhood, disappear forever..."
"However! She is still alive! She still keeps my dagger! ... Lord God! Ten long years have passed, and I can still hear news about that little girl again! And I became the king of the lake,
She became the chieftain of the Red Crows..."
"This is really...this is really!...What a wonderful fate!..."
At this moment, there were countless emotions surging in Xiu Luote's heart. Surprise, relief, nostalgia, anticipation... and an inexplicable fate that had arisen from somewhere. He couldn't explain his feelings clearly.
The feeling is just an urgent desire to take another look at the dagger of my childhood and the little girl I once was.
"Witness the Lord God! I just want to take a look, take another look... and then rub her head... It's like seeing a sapling planted by myself... or raised by my own hands unintentionally... Ahem! I just want to
Witness the past...yes! That's it!..."
Confused thoughts flashed through the king's mind, and the drunken expression on his face was constantly changing. Priest Mekart looked at it carefully for a while before speaking softly.
"Your Majesty...witness the Lord God! That female chief of Alan is not only a rare beauty, she is also the daughter of Red Crow Chief Amosi, and she seems to have been cultivated as an heir!..."
"Huh? She is Amosi's daughter? How is that possible? Her father died long ago..."
Hearing this, Shulot frowned. Priest Mekart recalled it for a while and quickly explained.
"Oh! Your Majesty, she is the adopted daughter of Amosi. She is the little chief in the Red Crow Tribe, second only to the great chief!... The wife and children of Amosi, the chief of the Red Crow Tribe, all died in the cold wave and migration.
. And he is not too young. It seems that he has some hidden disease left behind in the difficult cold wave and has never given birth to a child... Therefore, according to the current trend, if nothing happens, it should be this female chief of Alan who will succeed Red Crow.
Tribal Alliance!…”
"God bless you! So that's what it is..."
Hearing this, Shulot scratched his hair, his eyes were a little blurry as he was drunk, and he asked doubtfully.
"The dog-born people in the wilderness have always valued force! That little girl...oh, Chief Alan...can she suppress the entire tribal alliance? Can she suppress the chiefs and warriors of each tribe?..."
"Well…"
Priest Mekat touched his nose in embarrassment. He was embarrassed to say it directly. With the force of the female chief of Alan, if they faced each other face to face, I am afraid that he could be pressed to the ground and captured directly...
"Ahem! Your Majesty... Chief Alan is famous for being good at shooting. She also led thousands of dog descendants to the north to conquer the wilderness and grasslands... Her eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and she seems to be able to see through people's hearts. She is an extremely powerful person!"
"Oh! It turns out that I am an eagle... Hmm... Eagle is good!... Rub your head and call out 'young'... Haha!..."
Shulot rubbed his forehead in distress. He seemed to have drunk too much and his thoughts couldn't stop flying. Priest Mekart observed his words and suggested carefully.
"God bless you! Your Majesty! Since you and Chief Alan have known each other since childhood... the great Red Crow tribe in the northeast of the country may be captured without conquest... Chief Alan has been leading troops in battles and has not yet married... With the power of the kingdom,
All you need to do is send an envoy to put pressure on the Red Crow chief Amosi and ask for the female chief Alan to be your concubine!...Then, all you need to do is give birth to a strong child and inherit the Red Crow tribe..."
"Witness the Lord God! Haha! Mecat, you don't understand the laws of the wasteland! Their traditions are different from the tribes on the plateau!..."
Hearing the "business" mentioned by Mercat, Shulot laughed for a while and came back from his reverie. He shook his head drunkenly and explained.
"The tribes in the wasteland, even if they gather into an alliance and settle down, they still maintain the traditions of the wasteland! As the leader of the tribal alliance, Amosi must be a formidable warrior! Haha! If he doesn't fight the kingdom,
Just give up your heir... I am afraid that his position as chief will soon be on the verge of collapse!..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "And the inheritance of the various tribes in the wasteland does not value blood! Just like Amosi adopted Alan to pass on the position of great chief... This position depends on,
It is the powerful force and outstanding military exploits!...How can the great chief of the wasteland show weakness and powerlessness? Amosi is like this, and Alan is like this too!..."
"So! Before the kingdom's irresistible force reaches the northeast of the world, it is impossible for the Red Crow Tribe Alliance to obey obediently! This is the will of the Wasteland Tribe and will not be changed by any chief. Only us.
Only after we stretch out our hands and give them a good beating... will the wolves in the wilderness become obedient and either run away from us or crawl under our feet... And when that time comes... haha!"
Thinking of this, Shulot's eyes straightened, and he licked his dry lips, feeling drunkenly. He drank too much tonight, and his mind couldn't stop thinking... He rubbed his head and touched it.
My obedient Ying'er... uh, you can't be taller than me, right? Oh, it doesn't matter, there are other ways anyway...
"Haha! Come! Mecat, have a drink with me again!... Flowers will bloom again, and people will never be young again... The yellow crane will never come back, and the white clouds will be empty for thousands of years... I want to go back by the eagle, but I am afraid of the Qiong Tower
Yuyu, it’s so cold at high places!…Eh! Something seems wrong…”
"Your Majesty! You are drunk and you are talking about divine words that no one can understand..."
"Haha! Mecat, seeing your cautious look reminds me of that time! At that time, I was a hostage in the Tisok camp. Every day was precarious and frightening... Fortunately, Avitt was here.
"Hahaha! Mecat, let me say it again... listen carefully!..."
"His Majesty!…"
Hulot laughed loudly, and Mercart persuaded him again and again. The lively voice came, but it was a rare moment of relaxation and fun. Outside the hall, the captain of the guard Ekart stood guard at the door. He glanced at the drunken king who was reciting poetry, and the corners of his mouth were twisted.
He kept raising it. In fact, he came back very early and heard a lot at the door. But he kept standing outside the door and did not enter the temple...
"The Lord God witnesses! What happened tonight... I still don't know for the best..."
Eckart, the captain of the guard, smiled, his face showing wisdom after seeing the world. But soon, he frowned and looked towards the end of the corridor. There, a beautiful lady in a white robe was caressing
Looking at her obviously bulging belly, she walked forward slowly.
