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- The Prairie King's body was suspended like this, unable to move. At this moment, he felt like a roasted sheep set by the herdsmen on the fire rack.
Those loyal warrior guards and the elites of the royal court were all prostrate outside the tent, trembling, like bereaved shepherd dogs!
At this moment, the glory of the prairie king and the majesty of the supreme king left him in an instant.
Standing in front of this noble man in purple, the Prairie King felt like a little girl who had been stripped naked, weak and helpless!
The noble man in purple slowly walked up to the Prairie King and looked up at him. Although he was looking up, he had that unique mocking smile on his face.
"You know, actually I have always hated you."
The noble man in purple picked up the pure gold jug on the case, then picked up a pure gold wine glass and poured out a glass of fine wine.
This is the top-notch wine produced by the Tulip family. The juice of the wine is as bright red as calf¡¯s blood!
"You, and there are many people. On the one hand, you hate the Roland people and Tulip. But at the same time, you can't live without the Tulip family. You are addicted to these good things they make. Soft silk, intoxicating wine, numbing people. Tobacco, those beautiful pearls, gems, those gorgeous but fragile pottery. Those delicious food I even know that among many tribes in the grassland, the leaders of the tribe are proud to be able to speak fluent Rolandic. .It seems that those who can speak Rolandic are the real prairie nobles.
You say, how ridiculous this is. On the one hand, you humiliate them, envy them, and hate them. But on the one hand, I envy them to death! Take the lifestyle of those Roland nobles as your own benchmark.
This is simply ridiculous!
Even you, the great and supreme king of the grassland. I know that you even hired an etiquette teacher from Roland to teach you various noble etiquette belonging to the Roland people. Do you think that's what makes a true king? A truly noble person?
And now. You have crossed the grasslands and deserts just because you want to get the good things from the Roland people Yes, you can no longer do without them. Although you will not admit it yourself, you can no longer do without them.
do you know? This is a very, very interesting phenomenon.
The civilization of the grassland people has been gradually assimilated. You are losing your civilization.
When more and more grassland people begin to learn how Roland people speak, learn how Roland people live, learn Roland people¡¯s writing, and use Roland people¡¯s things In fact, you are already slowly dying.
Your civilization has begun to die! "
The Prairie King tried to struggle hard. But his body couldn't move at all, as if there were invisible shackles locking his body.
His face turned red, so red that he almost bled!
Finally, the prairie king gritted his teeth: "You, you are talking nonsense! The prairie warriors will kill all the Roland people with scimitars! They will trample their cities to pieces with horse hooves!"
The noble man in purple smiled.
He laughed so hard that he laughed louder and louder, until he almost doubled over.
"Hahahahaha ah, I'm sorry, oh hahahahaha Isn't it too rude of me to laugh like this? Hahaha, but I really can't help it. This is simply the most innocent and most innocent thing I have ever heard. What a childish thing to say. Hahahahahaha!"
He laughed wildly like a madman, and then calmed down instantly.
The face of the noble man in purple suddenly turned cold. His eyes were cold and solemn as he looked at the Prairie King. The smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to have frozen into ice!
"Childish, naive, ignorant! As ignorant as ever!!"
The noble man in purple quietly stared into the prairie king's eyes at this moment. His eyes seemed to turn into a strange black color! There seems to be something strange and terrifying black in those pupils
"This is the most pathetic thing about you. Yes, what I just said is the ridiculous thing about you. But what you say now exactly reflects the most pathetic thing about you."
There seems to be a touch of loneliness and a touch of loss in the words of the noble man in purple:
"You, you. You prairie people, until now, still think that you can use the scimitars in your hands and the hooves of your horses to solve all problems and conquer everything But sadly, you have not realized at all, This world has changed a long time ago! It is no longer the same era as before!
The problem can be solved with a machete and a horseshoe.This era ended a long time ago! "
As he spoke, he stretched out a finger, a slender index finger.
It looks slender and slender, but with a single stroke in the air
The Prairie King screamed, and a crack began to appear on his neck! Blood surged out crazily and sprayed on the ground!
"You, you, you want to kill me? You can't kill me! You can't kill me! I, I am"
"Look, until now you still think I won't kill you? Why can't I kill you? Because you are the king of the grassland? Don't be kidding me! There has never been a king on the grassland. No, to be precise, there was no king a long time ago. The king"
The shrill screams came from the Prairie King¡¯s tent.
But soon, the curtain of the tent was hung down, blocking the screaming sound inside the tent.
Those loyal guards of the Prairie King were kneeling at and around the entrance of the tent, shaking more and more violently, but no one dared to raise their heads.
In the distance, some people in those camps seemed to hear the shrill screams coming from the golden tent of the royal court. But even if everyone heard it, they would only think that His Majesty the Prairie King was drunk again and was torturing. Or whip the poor slaves around him. Of course, no one would sympathize with the fate of those slaves.
No one would suspect anything After all, although everyone has heard the voice of the Prairie King, it was only when the Prairie King was majestic and high-spirited, and no one had ever heard what the screams of the Prairie King sounded like.
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At dawn, drums were beaten from the golden tent in the royal court.
The king of the grassland has ordered the leaders and generals of many tribes to gather.
When the whole camp was turbulent and more and more tribal leaders and the brave generals famous for their grassland gathered in the royal tent
They met the Prairie King.
The prairie king's face seemed a little pale, as if the blood was not enough or maybe he had used too much force to torture a certain slave girl last night. People are thinking about it.
No one noticed one detail: the prairie king had a snow-white silk scarf tied around his neck, wrapping his neck in layers.
"Send someone to inform General Jin Langtou, and then send someone to tell the other two people. We are not going to Loulan City! Give the order. The whole army will set off today, and our goal is to go east! The city of Tulip's family is not our goal, ours The goal is further east! Bypassing all the cities of the Tulip family! Let's go east! To Nulin, to Mulan City! There we will defeat the Roland army! We will get enough food to feed us 200,000 people! And in the end ¡¡±
The Prairie King stood up, looking down at his subjects like a lion: "In the end, our goal is the Lancang River! It is the imperial capital! It is the palace of Emperor Roland!!"
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¡°I hate snowy days!!¡±
Panin stood at the top of the city, watching the soldiers shoveling the snow hard.
If the snow is not shoveled away in time, the city defense will become very slippery, and it will become very difficult to transport weapons and tools.
"Snowy weather will at least make the prairie people come slower." Spann was standing not far from Panin.
He was waving a snow shovel in his hand and his face was red. Throwing the snow shovel to a soldier beside him, Spann walked to Panin: "I hope they come as late as possible."
"This is meaningless." Panin shook his head: "This is not a sneak attack or an encounter. This is a war that is bound to happen! Our strength, their strength is obvious. In this case, I I hope this war comes soon! We have made the best preparations and our morale is pretty good. If we wait any longer I'm worried that the situation will change. It's better to fight early than to fight late!"
When Panin said this, he glanced at Spann: "What's the intelligence?"
Spann shook his head: "I received intelligence this morning that our scouts have penetrated deeply into the Tulip family's territory. They can really do it! I mean. Completely undefended! Yes! All the control cards, villages and towns are deserted. !!I dare to say that if the grassland people don¡¯t come, we can attack directly and successfully reach the gates of Loulan City!¡±
"Then we will all die under the walls of Loulan City." Panin smiled bitterly: "Believe me, that city is far scarier than imagined."
"I have never doubted this. I would rather attack the Imperial Capital than Loulan City."
"Are you hinting at something? Or have you forgotten. That is our imperial capital! You can really imagine attacking your own imperial capital."
Spann ignored Panin¡¯s words and said slowly:?Things are now in our favour. I asked the astrologer. It snowed so early this year. Then there will definitely be several heavy snowfalls in the future! If those grassland people really dare to march in with a large army, they will freeze to death outside our city walls in droves! "
"Once it snows, they'll be finished? Is that what you mean?" Panin shrugged.
"At present, it seems that this is possible."
"Okay! I changed my mind! I like snow!"
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Chen Daolin was also looking at the snow scene.
"I like snow!"
Chen Daolin laughed.
He stood at the gate of the northwest fortress: "Those orcs, it seems that they won't cause us any trouble this winter Our safety period can last until the beginning of next spring."
Montoya didn't say anything. He stood beside Chen Daolinbu. Suddenly, he pointed to the north and shouted: "There seems to be something wrong."
Chen Daolin took a look and said calmly: "Nothing, they are our own patrol cavalry team. I have seen them a long time ago."
Montoya looked serious: "No! Their team is a bit chaotic, and the number of people is wrong! The cavalry teams I sent are all in teams of fifteen they are missing a few!"
After hearing this, Chen Daolin¡¯s expression changed a bit!
At this time, the cavalry team had already rushed to the city gate. The leader of the cavalry captain was a man from the grassland. He roared loudly, waved his hat, and yelled something at the top of the city tower in the Rolandic language.
The strong wind cut his voice intermittently, but Chen Daolin still heard it clearly!
This scout captain is shouting
"Orcs! Orcs are coming!!!" (To be continued) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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