Chapter 634 First Song

The power of origin!

Thinking of this, Qin Ran's heart tightened.

He still can't understand what the original power is, but the strength of the original power is unquestionable. If it weren't for the arrogance of the grassland king, he might have died long ago.

It's the same even if you have the [Ring of the Snake King].

After all, the [Shelt] of [Snake King Ring] also has a cooling time.

a week!

Within this time, it was enough for the grassland king to tear him into pieces.

Qin Ran had no doubt that the grassland king hated him.

Carefully put the [unknown parchment] into the [red ghost's stomach pouch].

Although Earl Xilin next to him should also be proficient in grassland characters, but Qin Ran would never ask him for advice.

The other party couldn't make Kieran completely trust him.

It's the same even if the other party shows a great sense of honor.

What's more, Qin Ran has a better candidate in his heart: Mary!

Girls are familiar with grassland characters.

This was confirmed by Kieran on the way to Luldry before.

In fact, not only the grassland characters, but even the languages ​​of several countries around Warren, the girls know a little bit.

This is naturally thanks to the other party's mother.

The mother who was once the head of the Crow School absolutely spared no effort in teaching her daughter.

Moreover, it was... a success!

With the help of the Fire Crow's vision that returned to the battlefield, Kieran clearly saw everything that happened outside the Thunder Fortress——

The prairie people bombed the camp!

Leer Beer's death was not silent, many people saw it.

The general who made the prairie people tremble lay dead outside the cowhide tent. The body was separated, and the blood flowed like a stream, soaking the surrounding ground.

The disappearing giant white wolf still terrified the guards.

Their shouts attracted the attention of more grassland people.

Then, many prairie people realized something was wrong.

Some steppe chiefs did not appear.

The masters of the Snake faction completed their assassination mission as promised.

Those prairie leaders died silently in their tents. When the rest of the people came to check, their foreheads and backs were wet with cold sweat.

"This is the wrath of the wolf god!"

"The wolf god does not allow us to fight here anymore!"

A guard who saw the giant white wolf kill Leerbeer shouted loudly.

Then, he ran to his tent, took his horse and weapons, and patted his horse in the direction of the grassland.

Like dominoes.

A small change triggered a series of chain reactions.

More people followed the example of that guard.

Among them are some tribal leaders.

The wolf god has supreme majesty and authority on the grassland, and is the belief of almost all grassland people.

However, greed can pollute faith.

Some tribal leaders withdrew with their own people, but more tribal leaders chose to stay.

It is difficult for them to part with Warren's wealth.

Those who want to leave, those who want to stay.

The entire prairie camp fell into chaos, especially those tribes that had lost the restrictions of tribal leaders became the source of chaos.

They stared at the tribe leaders who were still alive with red eyes.

Some words of encouragement have come from some quarters.

"Those big tribes want to annex us!"

"Think about the charge a few days ago!"

"They sent our warriors to die, and then took possession of our wealth... This time, it's the same!"

...

The dark sons of the Crow faction started to move around one after another.

Then, the grassland people who lost their leaders became more and more resentful.

Because, after launching the assault on Thunder Fortress a few days ago, they witnessed it with their own eyes, and they were even part of the vested interests.

The harvest is wonderful.

But once lost...

That was absolutely unbearable.

puff!

The blood sprayed, and the head flew high.

The leader of a prairie man was cut off, while the strong man holding a machete looked at the people around him with a grin.

"What are you doing, Seymour?"

People around shouted.

"What are you doing?"

"Everyone of the Thousand Wolf Tribe, do we still have to wait here for the butcher's knife to fall?"

"The leader has been killed by these greedy wolves, should we remain indifferent and wait for them to carve up our horses, weapons, cattle and sheep?"

Seymour yelled.

The sound spread like waves, and the surroundings became silent.

"don't want!"

"don't want!"

A few sporadic shouts sounded, followed by a massive chorus.

"Very well, we don't want to be slaughtered, we want to protect our cattle and sheep, we want to go back to the grasslands of the Qianlang tribe, to our fertile soil... Whoever dares to stand in front of us is our enemy!"

The young and ambitious Seymourd mounts his steed.

In his heart, he had already brought these people back to the grassland and dominated a piece of grassland.

But an arrow shattered the young man's dream.

"ah!"

Seymour, clutching the poisoned arrow that pierced his chest, fell from his horse.

Everyone in the Thousand Wolf Tribe was startled.

Then, anger filled their hearts, and they all looked at the place where the arrows came from. There was their enemy, the Moon Owl Tribe who had fought no less than ten times for the fertile grassland where the Thousand Wolf Tribe was now located.

Anger, hatred.

Mix it up, what will it be?

"kill!"

With a shout, the warriors of the Thousand Wolf Tribe rushed towards the Yuexiao Tribe.

Facing the menacing Qianlang tribe, the Yuexiao tribe, whose leader had just been killed by Seymourd, met them without weakness.

New hatred plus old hatred, what is there to say.

The leaders of the surrounding tribes looked at each other, and they all saw the vigilance and malice on each other's faces.

At this time, only the king of the grassland can calm down such chaos.

Relying on its own prestige and strength.

Unfortunately……

The king of the prairie is dead.

Chaos, inevitable, engulfed the entire prairie camp.

...

Thunder Fortress saw such chaos.

They have long been prepared.

But still apprehensive and fearful.

Dressed in ill-fitting armor, Marie looks at the warriors on a white steed.

His gaze swept over everyone's face.

Anxiety and fear, she felt the same way.

However, this is not an excuse for her to give up.

2567 has done enough for her.

Next, she will come by herself.

Take a deep breath.

The girl shouted loudly.

"Everyone, our chance has come!"

"This is our only chance!"

"Behind us are civilians who have not been evacuated. Among them may be your family, neighbors, friends, and lovers! In front are chaotic enemies, who may be killed by us in one blow, or may kill us. Swallow... I can't tell you more, but I can assure you - we don't cheer on the battlefield of victory, but gather in the land of the dead!"

"I swear to you by the name of Mary James, the heir to the Warren royal family!"

Childish voices echoed in Thunder Fortress.

Squeak!

With the sound of the winch turning, the simple gate of the Thunder Fortress opened.

A white war horse charged out like an arrow with a young female knight on its back.

behind...

The sound of horseshoes thundered.

PS first update~