Chapter 365: Just Hearing the Journey of a Thousand Miles

Outside the abandoned city of Paladin, about a dozen miles away, was the outpost of the Chaga Tent.

Since all the grassland tribes joined forces with the Great Khan to defeat the princes and nobles, and even pushed the outposts to the city gate on the border of the kingdom, this place, which had always been miserable, desolate and lonely under the rule of Paladin, became It is the germination of new vitality.

Taking advantage of the warm weather and melting snow, the corpses of soldiers and armor in the fields were found somewhere to be buried. There were soldiers and residents of the grassland walking back and forth on horseback, and it turned out to be a bit lively and prosperous.

In addition to the men and horses training in the military camp, there are people selling food, cooking mutton soup, selling clothing materials, horse shoeing people, and people who come to exchange for rice and flour, along with some jugglers, or on the edge of the tent nearby. Those who sang freely all took their respective positions here as the Great Khan took over. Looking around, one can see a vast expanse of colors and sounds, like flowers growing in the snow, outlining a lively and fresh style.

A battle in which blood flowed all over the country, and gold and armor were intertwined. It should have brought about a lonely and desolate conquest, but it could produce such a grand scene, which is also rare.

On this day, it was time for the Great Khan to defeat the Paladin army, capture the city, and wash away the fortress with blood.

The reason why it is said that the Great Khan won is naturally because Chagatai Khan has gone through hundreds of battles with almost no defeat. According to the usual logic, of course he won the battle.

To say that the war eagles had bloodbathed the pass was undoubtedly because the city pass had bluntly declared that it would fight to the death with all the grassland tribes until there was no more blood left. Chagatai Khan is so compassionate that he will surely fulfill the last wish of the deceased.

The heavy snow has stopped, and the spring temperature has gradually reached the sky under the Chogolis. The frozen branches under the icebergs are gradually sprouting a few new leaves. It's just that a cold wind blew recently, and the temperature returned to the previous days, and it became cold again. As a result, there were fewer people outside the tent, and the livestock continued to lower their heads and chew their hay.

In a tent outside the settlement, a large crowd gathered. In the bright light and shadow, they sat on the ground covered with thick blankets and whispered to each other.

This was partly because somehow, even without using horse dung to light the fire, the temperature in this tent was exceptionally warmer than elsewhere, attracting many people to stay.

The other half of the reason is that there is a man in black here who is very popular with the Khan recently. He "travels all over the world and travels all over the continent to entertain himself after tea and meals." He has a strange name of "Morse" and occasionally gets interested. , and told some anecdotes about the outer world with the Chaogorians, gradually attracting many casual people.

The person in the center of the tent was about twenty years old, but his expression was much lighter than that of ordinary people of the same age. He is wrapped in a thick dark brown fur cloak, lined with black clothes, and has a thick leather felt hat on his head. He can barely be considered to be in the same season as the other characters in the tent.

"...When Rogal Dorn met his biological brother, although he was as cold and stubborn as a stone, he was very excited on the inside. He wanted to teach Perturabo and opened his heart to him.

"It's a pity that this stubborn rock has been living in the bitter cold land of glaciers for a long time. The wind and snow are howling. Even the men from Chogoris have to wrap up their fur jackets tightly and retract their necks into their collars to carry it when they go to Nainwit. The air-conditioning of the ice and snow is born in this place, so the words in the mouth are naturally reduced, and the meaning of the words is best laid out clearly on the table and spread out.

"With this kind of temper, even if you meet someone who is open-minded, you will inevitably have some resentment. How can you deal with the Lord of Steel who has been turned over in your heart now? With just a few words, Perturabo was so angry that he couldn't speak. , wondering whether there was an error in his understanding, or whether Rogal Dorn did it intentionally and insisted on poking his anger.

"Considering that this is his biological brother, a blood relative who has been living abroad for many years, the Lord of Iron patiently asked Dorne if he needed some help to repair his ice city and protect his city. The palace. Roger Dorn was thinking about being polite and wanted to thank his brother. He praised his kindness and saved him a lot of time. "

Hearing this, there was a burst of deep laughter in the camp. The soldiers with their coats draped across their shoulders and their comrades, lip-syncing to each other with the words in the story, laughed and pushed each other lightly.

Morse also had a slight expression on his face. It is probably a matter of course that a story that can make the audience applaud will also be liked by those on the stage.

He clapped the empty cup in his hand.

"This is amazing! What Donne said is not just that his brother's help is effortless and much cheaper than other people's work? A surge of anger rushed to his forehead, and the Iron Man How could the Lord endure it? He just said, "You wait," and then turned around, waved his hand, and strode away..."

Suddenly there was a complicated noise outside, and it was not difficult to guess that it was the Khan's troops returning to camp. The hearts of the people in the tent immediately flew to Khan's body, and they couldn't let go of the story being told here. They almost wished that their hearts could be used in two ways, their body split in half, and they could be in two places at the same time.

Seeing this situation, Morse didn't press for it. He stopped talking, knocked the empty cup, and said with a smile: "This encounter between steel and stone is like the collision of ice and fire. After all, the two of you have collided and it will break your head." Although the relationship was broken, we still looked at each other and made peace hand in hand, so we can talk to each other next time. "

The people in the tent left one after another, the curtains were raised and opened, and the faint light that came through the gaps came and went. Morse carried the jug next to him, put it on the table under his hand, and poured himself into an empty glass the milk wine brewed locally in Goris.

This wine warms the body and stimulates appetite, relaxes the muscles and activates the joints, and tastes sour and spicy. Morse, as a non-human body, has nothing in his body and does not have much preference for stimulation, but the recent novelty of tasting wine has not worn off, so he drinks two cups from time to time, or takes out a bowl, fills a whole bowl, and drinks it all in big gulps.

He stared at the milky white milk wine in the cup like a full moon, and occasionally stopped his movements for a while, thinking about some things far away on the other side of the galaxy with the reflection of the wine.

When he said goodbye to Conrad Curze that day, he already knew some of what was happening in the universe. In addition to the meeting with Malcador and Magnus in the illusion, the confidential code on the table of the seal holder who ruled the country and the world, which he never had the opportunity to see clearly, Malcador shared with him the whereabouts of each Primarch one by one.

At that time, he asked Curze for a guarantee, and knew that at least the 7th and 8th Legions would go to the Satradar Abyss to help, so he put aside his worries and planned to bring back the remaining Primarchs to avoid more troubles at night, and to avoid the current situation creating troublesome people like Konrad Curze.

After that, he also knew that under the arrangement of Malcador's wisdom, the eldest son of the sequence, the Lion, was destined to be killed by the wolf early in his life.

And Magnus couldn't bear Mortarion's troubles, and finally fled Terra out of self-pity. On the way, he was deceived by Konrad Curze and went to Lycaeus, the satellite of Chiavar, and he didn't know what troubles he encountered.

I don't know how much fun Magnus can do after he finds himself in the territory of the Ravens. After all, no matter how sure things are, they can often be tossed around by the Red Lord.

In this way, if we don't include the unknown situation of No. 11 in the calculation, all Morse has left is a war eagle flying in the wind on the grassland.

This is why he came here alone on the Cliff.

Now that he has found the emperor's heir, Morse is thinking about whether he should start writing and grinding ink to write the long letter to Perturabo.

He wanted to get paper and pen from the air, but suddenly, a cold air came along the opened curtain, like a silver snake, and rolled through the tent in a blink of an eye, and the light filled the tent in a blink of an eye.

A huge figure at the door was bending over to lift the curtain, and a pair of eagle eyes stared at him and made eye contact with him.

"Great Khan," Morse said loudly, tipping the wine glass in his hand to the visitor. He did not ask about the war in Chogoris, but asked frankly: "Since you are at the door, why don't you come in?"

Chagatai Khan returned victoriously and first went back to the big tent to take off his armor and rest his muscles.

Although he was not affected by cold or heat, he still wrapped himself in a fur coat, let down his tightly tied hair, put on a hat, and then came to Morse alone.

The Khan lowered the curtain and came in. He found a flat blanket and sat on the ground. He took off his sword and placed it on his knees. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "How many of these legendary stories you told recently are true and how many are false?"

"About 99% true, with a little bit of falsehood." Morse said slowly, blowing into the air, and said, "Just like in this tent, 99% is the breath of Chogoris, with only a little bit of clouds from the sky."

The Khan was very curious: "There is actually a trace of fabrication?"

"How do you think your relatives are really like that?" Morse laughed.

The Khan smiled but said nothing, his eyes were clear, and his posture was similar to the momentum of the raptor returning from hunting.

Morse shook his head: "Forget it, I see you can guess that one lie. Anyone who has heard this story, how can there be any reason to guess incorrectly? Now that the power of heaven has not arrived and the holy face has not been seen, you and I might as well speak frankly."

"Then I will speak frankly about this matter." The Khan and Morse looked at each other, showing a hint of ridicule, as if in just a few days, they have become people with the same interests.

The Khan moved his lips, and Morse also moved his mouth, and then suddenly laughed, and it was hard to tell who was laughing.

Morse took the second copper bowl, put it on the table, and while pouring wine, he said to Chagatai Khan: "I will teach you a way. You must put this in front of him in the future and laugh at him in person. Do you think it is right or not?"

The Khan reached out to take the bowl and smiled: "Thank you!"