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Chapter 497 Changes (Part 2)

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    On the grassland, the wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger.

    However, Battelle, who was holding his father's body and sitting in the snow, remained motionless as if he didn't feel anything.

    "Battelle."

    Hearing the familiar voice, Battelle's eyes turned slightly.

    Looking at the middle-aged man standing beside him, he bluffed a few times.

    A hoarse voice came from his mouth

    "Uncle Mobigan"

    Seeing Battelle's distraught appearance, Mobigan secretly sighed in his heart.

    "Big brother is dead, and he has returned to the embrace of the 'Changshengtian'. From now on, you will be the new leader of the Hanar tribe. You have to cheer up and act like a man."

    Mobigan's reminder brought pain to Battelle's face.

    The facial muscles frozen by the wind and snow were particularly distorted at this moment.

    Seeing Battelle's painful appearance, Mobigan also showed a bit of pain on his face.

    He has no heirs, so he has always raised Battelle as his own child.

    But now it seems that the elder brother and he were too protective of Battelle in the past.

    This child is indeed talented and brave.

    But no matter how good the talent is, if it doesn't go through hardships and setbacks, how can it be a great job?

    Mobigan, who regretted this in his heart, subconsciously shifted his gaze to the body of his elder brother Bilag.

    As a result, he saw something unusual at this glance.

    "Battelle, brother seems to be holding something in his hand."

    After hearing this, Battelle's expression changed significantly.

    His eyes subconsciously looked towards the hands of his father's corpse.

    Sure enough, one of them was holding something in his hand.

    After a burst of remorse in his heart, Battelle carefully opened his father's stiff fingers, and took out the thing that was held in his hand.

    "This is animal skin?"

    Grasping the broken animal skin, a trace of doubt flashed in Battelle's eyes.

    He tried to unfold the piece of animal skin and spread it on the snow.

    At this moment, Mobigan, who was standing there, saw it clearly, and immediately spoke

    "There seems to be some pattern on this animal skin."

    Battelle didn't respond, he also saw the pattern on it.

    However, this pattern is obviously only a part of it.

    Just relying on such a small piece, it was difficult for him to judge what the pattern on the animal skin was.

    "Animal skins, patterns"

    On the grassland, there is only one pattern that can be painted on animal skins, and that is the totem of each tribe!

    They prairie people will use animal skins to make flags.

    In addition to the god of heaven "Changshengtian" that they believe in in common with the grassland people, they will also draw the totems worshiped by their respective tribes on it.

    In other words, this should be part of a certain totem.

    Under this premise, there are very few tribes that have the strength to attack their Hanar tribe and kill all other tribes.

    Thoughts were spinning in Battelle's mind.

    Among the five major tribes, the totem styles of each tribe kept appearing in his mind.

    And compare it with the totem in your hand.

    Immediately, Battelle clenched his fists as if he had thought of something.

    "It's the totem of the Sunit tribe!!"

    Mobigan's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

    After all, he is more than twenty years older than Battelle.

    Life experience is obviously much richer than Battelle's.

    Instinctively felt something was wrong.

    "Battle, I think"

    Just when he was about to say something, a man ran over with a face full of panic.

    "No, it's not good, Abucha, the leader of the Sunit tribe, is driving towards us with a lot of troops!"

    Hearing this, Bartle laughed back with anger.

    "It's just in time! Gather my troops and get ready for battle!"

    While speaking, Battelle was about to rush there murderously.

    Seeing this, Mobigan quickly pulled him back.

    "Battle, calm down, I think something is wrong. After all, why did the people from the Sunit tribe attack our tribal camp?"

    "Blizzard"Scratch, everyone is short of food, who is not robbing?"  All the cattle, sheep and horses in the camp were gone, and Abba was still holding their totem fragments in his hand before he died. What's wrong?  !  "

    Mobigan couldn't refute what Battelle said.

    Looking at Battelle who was about to lead people out of the camp.

    Mo Bigan sighed heavily, and finally bit the bullet and followed.

    And at the same time the other side.

    Abucha is also quickly approaching the Hanal tribe's camp with his own tribe's troops.

    This time, he only brought three hundred people out.

    After all, this wave just came to Bilag for an explanation.

    It's fine to let the opponent pay some cattle and sheep, and there is no intention of going to war with the Hanal tribe.

    Bringing too many people can easily lead to misunderstanding.

    Anyway, he is also a leader. After so many years, he still has some brains.

    It turned out that this was just approaching the periphery of the Hanal tribe.

    A strong smell of blood hit his face directly against the wind.

    "What's going on? How can there be such a heavy smell of blood on the side of the Hanal tribe?"

    Just when Abucha thought so.

    A dense sound of horseshoes came directly from a distance.

    At this moment, Battelle, whose entire chest was filled with anger and hatred, would not be polite to them.

    Directly took the only remaining 500 horses of the Hanal tribe, and galloped all the way to Abucha and others who had broken into his field of vision!

    Abucha and the others, who had no idea what the situation was, suddenly changed their expressions on the spot.

    In the current situation, it is naturally impossible for them to sit still.

    Seeing that there were many people on the opposite side, Abucha quickly ordered to retreat.

    In any case, let's withdraw to the territory of our own tribe first.

    However, Battelle, who was burning with anger at this time, obviously would not let it go.

    "Want to run? Chase me!!"

    With a roar, Battelle had a clear goal, stared straight at Abucha and chased after him.

    Calculated by age, this Abucha and Bileg are of the same generation, and they are only two or three years younger than Bileg.

    After getting older, his riding skills have long since deteriorated.

    How could he be Battelle's opponent?

    In the final analysis, if this incident was not for the purpose of seeking an explanation from Bilag, he would never come here in person.

    After all, at their age, they would not go to the battlefield in person.

    "Die to me!"

    The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed, and after a chase, Battelle picked up a spear in his hand.

    That shot was fast and hard.

    Without waiting for the other party to react, it penetrated Abucha's throat.

    Abucha, who died with regret, stared wide-eyed.

    The rather burly body fell directly from the horse's back.

    Even when he died, his eyes were still full of shock and bewilderment.

    At the same time, on the other side, a group of cavalry quietly approached the periphery of the Sunit tribe

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