The body of the grassland king was suspended and could not move. At this moment, he felt like roasted sheep on fire racks by herders.

The loyal warriors and elites of the royal court were all crawling outside the tent, trembling like a betrayal shepherd dog!

At this moment, the glory of the grassland king and the majesty of the supreme king all left him instantly.

Standing in front of this noble man in purple, the grassland king felt like a little girl stripped naked, weak and helpless!

The noble man in purple slowly walked to the front of the grassland king and looked up at him, although he looked up at the angle, his face had a unique mocking smile.

"You know, I've always hated you."

The noble man in purple picked up the pure gold wine pot on the case on his own, then picked up a pure gold wine glass and poured out a glass of fine wine.

This is the most top wine specialty of Tulips, and the juice is as bright as the blood of a calf!

"You, there are many people. On the one hand, you hate the Roland people and the tulips. But at the same time, you cannot live without the tulip family. You are immersed in these good things they have made. Soft silk, intoxicating wine, tobacco that numbs people, those beautiful pearls, gems, those gorgeous and fragile pottery, and those delicious foods... I even know that among many tribes in the grassland, the heads of the tribe can already speak fluent Roland as pride. It seems that if you can speak Roland, you are the real grassland nobles.

You said, this is ridiculous. On the one hand, you are humming them, jealous of them, and hate them. On the other hand, you are envious of them until death! Use the lifestyle of the Roland nobles as your own benchmark.

This is simply ridiculous!

Even you, the great and supreme king of the grassland. I know you even invited the etiquette teacher from Roland to teach you all kinds of aristocratic etiquettes belonging to the Roland people. Do you think that is like a real king? A truly noble person?

And now, you have crossed the grassland and the desert, just because you want to get good things from the Rolands... Yes, you can no longer live without them, and although you will not admit it yourself, you can no longer live without them.

Do you know? This is a very, very interesting phenomenon.

The civilization of the grassland people has gradually been assimilated. You are losing your civilization.

As more and more grassland people begin to learn how Rolanders speak, how Rolanders live, how Rolanders write, and how Rolanders use Rolanders' things... In fact, you are gradually dying.

Your civilization has begun to die!”

The King of Grassland tried to struggle hard. But his body could not move at all, as if there were invisible shackles that locked his body.

His face turned red, so red that it was almost bleeding!

Finally, the prairie king gritted his teeth: "You, you nonsense! The prairie warriors will kill all the Rolanders with scimitars! They will trample on their city with horse hooves!"

The noble man in purple smiled.

He laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth, laughing louder and louder, and finally he almost bent his back.

"Hahahahaha...ah sorry, oh...hahahahahaha...I'm not too rude to laugh like this? Hahaha, but I really can't help it. This is simply the most innocent and childish thing I've ever heard. Hahahahahahahaha!"

He laughed wildly like a madman, and then calmed down in an instant.

The face of the noble man in purple suddenly became cold, his eyes were cold and stern, looking at the Grassland King. The smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to condense into ice!

"Childish, innocent, ignorant! As ignorant as ever!!"

The noble man in purple stared at the eyes of the grassland king quietly. At this moment, his eyes seemed to have turned into a strange black! There seemed to be something strange and terrifying black in his pupils...

"This is the most sad thing about you. Yes, what I just said was the ridiculous thing about you. And what you said now reflects the most sad thing about you."

In the words of the nobleman in Ziyi, there seemed to be a hint of loneliness and a faint loss:

"You, you, you grassland people, until now, still think that you can use the scimitar in your hands and your horse's hooves to solve all problems and conquer everything... But you, sadly, did not realize that this world... has changed a long time ago! It is no longer the era in the past!

The era when problems can be solved with a scimitar and horse hooves ended very early, very early!”

As he said that, he stretched out a finger and his slender index finger.

It looks slender, slender, and gently strokes the sky...

The King of Grassland screamed, and a crack began to appear on his neck! Blood surged out wildly 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, so far, do you think I won't kill you? Why can't you? Because you are the king of the grassland? Don't joke! There has never been a king on the grassland. No, to be precise, there was no king a long time ago..."

A shrill scream came from the tent of the Grassland King.

But soon, the curtains of the tent were hung down, blocking the screaming sound in the tent.

The loyal guards of the grassland king knelt at the door and around the tent, shaking harder and harder, but no one dared to raise his head.

In the distance, some people seemed to hear the shrill screams from the royal court's golden tent. Even if they heard them, they would only think that His Majesty the Grassland King was drunk again and torture or whip the poor slaves around him. Of course, no one would sympathize with the fate of those slaves.

No one would doubt anything... After all, although everyone had heard the voice of the Grassland King, it was all the time when the Grassland King was so proud that no one had heard the shrill screams of the Grassland King.

...

When it was dawn, the drums sounded when the Wang Ting Jin Ting tent rang.

The King of Grassland ordered the gathering of leaders and generals from many tribes.

When the entire camp was in full swing, more and more tribal leaders and brave generals famous on the grassland gathered in the royal court's golden tent...

They met the grassland king.

The prairie king's face seemed a little pale, as if the blood was not enough, maybe it was because he used too much effort to torture a female slave last night. People were thinking in their hearts.

No one noticed a detail: The prairie king had a snow-white scarf tied around his neck, wrapping his neck layer by layer.

"Send someone to notify General Jinlangtou, and then send someone to tell the other two people. We will not go to Loulan City! Order. Today, the whole army will set off, and our goal is to go east! The city of the Tulips is not our goal, and our goal will go east! Bypass all the cities of the Tulips! Let's go east! Go to Nulin, go to Mulan City! There we will defeat the army of the Roland people! We will get enough food to support our 200,000 people! And in the end..."

The king of grassland stood up, as if a lion was looking down at his subjects: "In the end, our goal is...Lancang River! It is the imperial capital! It is the palace of Emperor Roland!!"

...

"I hate snowy days!!"

Panin stood at the top of the city and watched the soldiers shoveling snow hard.

If the snow is not shoveled away in time, the city defense will become very slippery, and transporting weapons and tools will become very difficult.

"Snow days will at least make the grassland people come slower." Span stood not far beside Panning.

He waved the snow shovel in his hand, his face flushed. Throwing the snow shovel to a soldier beside him, Span walked to Panning: "I hope they will come later as much as possible."

"This is meaningless." Panin shook his head: "This is not a sneak attack or an encounter. This is a war that will inevitably happen! Our strength and their strength are on the surface. Since that's the case, I hope this war will come early! We have the best preparation...the morale is pretty good. If you wait any longer... I'm worried that the situation will change. It's better to fight early than to fight late!"

Panin said this and glanced at Span: "How is the information?"

Span shook his head: "I received information in the morning. Our scouts have already penetrated the Tulips' territory. They can really do it! I mean, it's completely unprepared! Yes! All the guards and villages are empty!! I dare say that if the grassland people don't come, we can attack directly and successfully reach the city of Loulan City!"

"Then we will all die under the city of Loulan City." Panning smiled bitterly: "Believe me, that city is far more terrifying than I thought."

"I never doubt this. I would rather attack the imperial capital than attack Loulan City."

"Are you hinting at me? Or have you forgotten. That's our imperial capital! You can really think of it when you attack your own imperial capital."

Span ignored Panning's words and said slowly: "The situation is good for us now. I asked the astrologist. It snowed so early this year. Then there will definitely be several heavy snow in the future! If those grassland people really dare to advance straight in, they will freeze to death outside our city walls in batches!"

"Once it snows, they're done? Is that what you mean?" Panin shrugged.

"At present, it seems that this is possible."

"Okay! I've changed my mind! I love snow!"

...

Chen Daolin was also watching the snow scene.

"I love snow!"

Chen Daolin laughed loudly.

He stood at the city gate of the Northwest Fortress: "Those orcs, it seems that this winter will not cause us any trouble... Our safe time can last until the beginning of next spring."

Montoya didn't say anything, but he stood beside Chen Daolin Bude. Suddenly, he pointed to a distance from the north and shouted, "It seems something is wrong."

Chen Daolin took a look and said lightly: "It's nothing, it's our own patrol cavalry team. I've seen them a long time ago."

Montoya looked serious: "No! Their team is a bit messy, and... the number of people is not right! The cavalry teams I sent are all fifteen people in one... They are missing a few!"

After hearing this, Chen Daolin's expression also changed a little!

At this moment, the cavalry team had already rushed to the city gate. The cavalry captain led by the leader was a grassland man. He shouted loudly, waved his hat, and shouted desperately at the city tower in the clamped Roland language.

The strong wind cut his voice intermittently, but Chen Daolin still heard it clearly!

The scout captain shouted...
Chapter completed!