A group of Tula nobles and Khans sat around the tent, and in the middle was a priest wearing a black sacrificial robe, colorful and unknown feathers, curly yellow hair drooped straight to the belly, and neck full of various beast claws, teeth and collars.

This priest-like man could only tell that he was a man and was old. It was not that he was wearing a mask, but that his face was covered with thick chalcoat, and he looked like a ghost and couldn't see clearly.

But it is no wonder that the shamans in the tent are like this.

The shamanic high priest of the Tulla people was respectfully called "Master" or "Master Bayin". It was this person who joined forces with the Tula tribes to form an alliance fifty years ago, which made the Tula people rise up again and threaten the three major powers.

The Tule tribes have never been subordinate to each other, and they have fought to death and formed grudges for generations. The only one who can make the tribes subdue is the common spiritual leader, the Shaman High Priest. The shaman high priests of all generations can only mediate and mediate disputes. Only this generation of shaman high priests have done unprecedented things, united the Tule tribes, and formed a Tule alliance. Their prominence, their reputations and powers are great, and their sweats are all in the king's tent.

After the high priest raised his hand and made a gesture, the tent that was originally chewing wine and chewing meat and was noisy suddenly became quiet. More than a dozen fierce eyes suddenly focused on the two men kneeling under the tent. The powerful pressure made the two secret spies who were just level 5 war soldiers tremble slightly.

After the air suddenly became quiet for a while, the high priest Youmiao's voice was as painful as a needle harsh eardrum: "I want to know what kind of news my loyal servant brought to me."

One of the two men said: "The three major countries have started the battle of geniuses. First, the preliminary selection of counties is called county wars. Then, the winners are selected to gather the capital to advance the war, and they are called the Korean war. Finally, the 'Geniuses Seeds' are selected to gather together to host the capital of Wuyang and Shengjing to carry out the national war of geniuses."

The high priest sneered in a cold and cold manner: "The war between the genius and the grand event of the domain world, but we never invited people to Tula..."

Before they could finish their words, the tent was already roaring. The nobles and the Khans roared endlessly, regarding them as contempt and insulting the brave Tula people. They shouted and immediately sent troops to advance eastward, took down Heshuo County, and fought to Shengjing.

The two men kneeling under the tent were not Tula people, but Wuyang people, otherwise they would not have been sent to act as spies. After hearing the various roars in the tent, they did not dare to raise their heads, but they were despised in their hearts: the battle of the genius kingdoms has never been produced in the ancient kingdoms of the three inheritances of the Sun, Moon and Stars. Not to mention that these countries do not even have the prototype of the country, even the vassals of the three major countries, such as the Aoki Kingdom in the southwest, the Chi-arm Kingdom in the Red Stone Mountains in the northeast, the Zhuli Fang Kingdom in the jungle in the south, etc., are not qualified.

The choice of talents in the central region is only selected from the orthodox inheritance sub-countries of the lower region. The other wild countries and tribes are never considered. Who would invite you?

The high priest Khan raised his hand and pressed down. The shouting gradually weakened. The gloomy voice echoed over the king's tent again: "The so-called war between the genius nations of the East is actually like our annual Gadalin Conference. Each tent (country) selects warriors and competes with skills. The winners are rewarded and promoted. It's nothing strange. Our conference will not call them, and their grand event will not invite us. We will play our own games. However, this time is different. At the beginning of the year, the twelve major tents of the alliance plus forty-seven small tents, most of the animal husbandry losses were frozen to death, and nearly 30% of them were starved to death. If these losses were not made up for, our alliance will collapse, and there will be wars between the various tents..."

The high priest Khan looked extremely serious when he spoke. The eagle-eyed man glanced at the heads of the tents. These nobles and leaders either lowered their eyes or turned their heads, but they did not dare to touch his eyes. Obviously, the high priest Khan's words were hitting their sore spots.

The high priest Khan exhaled his breath and said, "Since war is inevitable, it is better to turn internal struggle into foreign war. We should not close the door and fight ourselves, but unite to attack wealthy neighbors. This will not only make up for our losses, but also get more..."

The nobles below were impatient: "Since this is the case, what are we waiting for? Baicao City is broken, let's gather our troops to continue fighting eastwards! The warriors under our tent are impatient to wait!"

The high priest Khan suppressed his hands again, stopped the noise under the tent and said in a deep voice: "Of course we are waiting for all the corpses to arrive. Now we have only gathered eight large tents and twenty-seven small tents, accounting for only two-thirds of the total number of alliances. It may be enough to deal with Wuyang Kingdom, but if Zhuyue Kingdom in the north also intervenes, our troops will obviously be insufficient."

The nobles under the tent had objections: "Wuyang and Zhuyue have been attacking each other for generations, and they have accumulated deep grudges. Twenty years ago, there was a serious war of injuries. When we fight Wuyang, Zhuyue Kingdom should be happy to watch the show, how could we help?"

The high priest Khan shook his head: "You don't understand the relationship between the three kingdoms of Dongtu, so you say this. The Tianjing Domain, the Sun, Moon and Star are all ancient countries enthroned by the Human Emperor thousands of years ago. No matter how they fight, they are all fighting in the nest. Once foreign tribes invade, they will put aside their disputes, unite, and fight together to fight against foreign aggression - just like they did to us seventy years ago."

When the high priest Khan mentioned this, the Tule nobles under the tent suddenly became angry, and some even scratched their arms and faces with the meat-cutting knife on the case, making them bloody.

Of course, the Tule people were not going crazy. Seventy years ago, the Tule people had not formed an alliance. They were attacked into the grassland by the Sun, Moon and Star Three Kingdoms, attacked the king's tent, killed dozens of barbarian kings of all sizes, plundered hundreds of royal members, drove the twelve tents of Tule more than 3,000 miles away, and almost extinct.

This is the great humiliation of the Tula people. Whenever they mention this matter on a formal occasion, it will always make the Tula people furious and provoke. As for slashing their hands with their hands and faces, it is not self-abuse, but a blood oath of the Tula people, which means to wash away the shame with blood.

Because of that painful lesson, the Tule people licked the wound while looking for opportunities. Until fifty years ago, the high priest came out of nowhere, united with each other, combined the twelve tents with many small tents to form a unified alliance, which was the Tule Alliance.

After fifty years of cultivation and rest, continuous robbery, and after the alliance, any disputes between the various corpses were resolved or arbitrated by the high priests. Therefore, few troops were used to attack each other and rarely attack each other. The strength of the alliance recovered quickly. Twenty years ago, taking advantage of the great opportunity of Wuyang Kingdom and Zhuyue Kingdom's battle, both sides suffered losses, and they regained the lost grassland and Gobi, and pushed the border back a hundred miles away from Baicao City. Wuyang Kingdom was seriously injured and had to pinch his nose and make a promise.

The so-called Feng Shui turns. Seventy years ago, the Tule people were expelled from three thousand miles. Seventy years later, the Tule people broke through the pass, and everything was only about strength.

The high priest Khan Eagle's eyes skyrocketed and he said sternly: "So, this time, we not only want to plunder Wuyang Kingdom, but also pound the three kingdoms of Sun, Moon and Star, and repay the shame they had put on us seventy years ago!"

The nobles under the tent were in a fierce mood and asked for battle, and one day they would break through the pass and destroy the city.

"No, there is no need to use war to beat the Three Kingdoms." The high priest Khan stopped the nobles from the tribes' request for battle, and shouted loudly, "Yalan, come in."

As soon as the curtain moved, a young Tule, about twenty-eight years old, came in. The man was dressed in luxurious clothes, with black hair shawls, golden rings on his forehead, and deep eagle noses. When he was staring at people, he gave people a feeling of looking at the wolf.

The nobles under the tent stood up to salute, saying "Xiao Ye Hu".

Xiao Yehu, in Tula, means "little prince".

Xiao Ye Hu pressed his chest respectfully and said, "What are the instructions of the master?"

The cold voice of the high priest echoed in the tent of the king: "I want you to be the messenger of the Tull Alliance to go on a mission to Wuyang Kingdom to bring our Tull Alliance requirements to the king of Wuyang. By the way, lead a team of warriors to see the battle of geniuses of the East Tull people."
Chapter completed!