The Prairie King's body was suspended like this, unable to move.
At this moment, he felt like the roasted sheep of the herdsmen on the fire rack.
The warrior guards who were loyal to themselves, the elites of the royal court, were all prostrate outside the tents, trembling, like lost sheepdogs 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 purple-clothed nobleman, the Prairie King felt like a little girl who had been stripped naked, weak and helpless The purple-clothed nobleman slowly walked in front of the Prairie King, looking up at him, although it was from an upward angle, but there was that characteristic mocking smile on his face.
"You know, I've always hated you."
The purple-clothed nobleman took care of himself and picked up the pure gold wine bottle on the case, and then picked up a pure gold wine glass and poured out a glass of wine.
This is the best wine produced by the Tulip Family, and the juice is as bright red as veal blood "You, and many others.
On the one hand, you hate the Rolands, you hate the tulips.
But at the same time, you can't do without the tulip family.
You are intoxicated by the good things they make.
The soft silks, the intoxicating wines, the paralyzing tobacco, the beautiful pearls, the precious stones, the gorgeous and fragile pottery.
I even know that among the many tribes of the steppe, the chiefs of the tribes are proud to be fluent in Roland.
It seems that he can speak Roland, and he is the real grassland noble.
You say, how ridiculous it is.
On the one hand, you will increase your envy for them, and you will envy them, and you will hate them.
On the one hand, he envied them to death, and used the lifestyle of those Roland nobles as his benchmark.
It's just ridiculous Even you, great, supreme king of the steppe.
I know that you have even invited a etiquette teacher from Roland to teach you all kinds of aristocratic etiquette belonging to Roland.
Do you think that is like a real king, a real noble person And now.
You have crossed the steppe, you have crossed the desert, just because you want to get the good things of the RolandsYes, you can no longer do without them, although you will not admit it yourself, but you can no longer do without.
You know what, it's a very, very interesting phenomenon.
The civilization of the steppe people has gradually been assimilated.
You are losing your civilization.
When more and more grassland people begin to learn the Roland people's speech, learn the habits of the Roland people's life, learn the Roland people's writing, and use the Roland people's things, in fact, you are gradually dying.
Your civilization has begun to die."
The Prairie King tried to struggle hard.
But his body couldn't move, as if there were invisible shackles that locked his body.
His face was flushed, almost dripping blood In the end, the king of the steppe gritted his teeth: "You, you are nonsense, the warriors of the steppe will kill all the Rolands with their scimitars, they will trample and smash their cities with the hooves of horses" The purple-clothed nobleman smiled.
He leaned back and laughed, laughing louder and louder, until he almost bent over with laughter.
"Hahaha, I'm sorry, ohhahahaha, I'm laughing like this, yes, it's not too rude, hahaha, but I really can't help it.
This is simply the most naïve and naïve thing I have ever heard.
Hahahahaha" He laughed like a madman, and then calmed down in an instant.
The purple-clothed nobleman's face suddenly became cold, and his eyes were cold and calm, looking at the Prairie King.
The smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to condense into ice "Childish, naïve, ignorant as ever" The purple-clothed nobleman quietly stared into the eyes of the Prairie King, at this moment.
His eyes seemed to have turned into a strange black, and there seemed to be something strange and terrifying black in his pupils "That's the saddest thing about you.
Yes, I was talking about your ridiculous part.
And what you are saying now reflects the saddest thing about you. ” In the words of the purple-clothed nobleman, there seemed to be a hint of loneliness and a hint of loss: "You, you.
You steppe people, until now, still think that you can use the scimitar in your hand and your horse's hooves to solve all problems and conquer everything, but you are sad to do it, but you don't realize that this world has changed a long time ago, and it is no longer the era it used to be The era when problems could be solved with a scimitar and a horse's hooves was long ago, and it was over" As he spoke, he held out a finger, a slender index finger.
It looks slender, slender, and gently swiped in the air The Prairie King screamed, and a crack began to appear in his neck, and blood gushed out wildly, spraying on the ground "You, you, you're going to kill me, you can't kill me, you can't kill me, I'm I" "Look, until now, you still think that I won't kill you, why can't I kill 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, long time ago" A terrible scream came from the Prairie King's tent.
But soon, the curtain of the tent was hung down, blocking the screaming sound from the tent.
The loyal guards of the Prairie King knelt at the door of the tent and around it, trembling more and more, but none of them dared to raise their heads.
In the distance, in those large camps, there were also people who seemed to hear the terrible screams coming from the golden tent of the royal court, but even if they heard it, they would only think that His Majesty the King of the Prairie was drunk again, torturing or whipping 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 Prairie King, but it was all when the Prairie King was majestic and high, and no one had heard what the voice of the Prairie King's miserable screams was like.
When it was dawn, the golden horde of the royal court beat the drums.
The King of the Prairie ordered the heads of many tribes and the generals to be gathered.
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When the whole camp was surging, more and more tribal leaders and the brave generals who were famous in the steppes gathered in the Golden Horde They met the Prairie King.
The Prairie King's face seemed to be a little pale, as if the blood was not enough, perhaps because he had used too much strength to torture a certain female slave last night.
People are in a reverie.
No one noticed a detail: around the neck of the king of the steppe, a snow-white silk scarf was tied around his neck, wrapping his neck layer by layer.
"Send someone to inform the Golden Wolf Head General, and then send someone to tell the other two passers-by.
We won't go to Loulan City, ordered.
Today the whole army is in action, our goal is to go east, the city of the Tulip family is not our goal, our goal is further east, bypassing all the cities of the Tulip family, we will go east to Nulin, to Mulan City, where we will crush the army of the Rolands, we will get enough food to feed us 200,000 people, and finally" The King of the Prairie stood up, like a lion looking down on his subjects: "In the end, our goal is that the Lancang River is the imperial palace of Emperor Roland."
"I hate snow days" Panin stood at the head of the city, watching the soldiers shovel the snow hard.
If the snow is not shoveled in time, the city defenses will become slippery, and it will be very difficult to transport weapons and tools.
"The snow will at least make the steppe people come more slowly."
Spann was standing not far from Panin.
He wielded a snow shovel in his hand, and his face was flushed.
Throwing the snow shovel to one of the soldiers beside him, Spann walked up to Panin's side: "I hope they come as late as possible." ” "It doesn't make sense."
Panin shook his head: "This is not a sneak attack, nor is it an encounter.
This is an inevitable war, and our strength is on the surface.
In that case, I hope that this war will come sooner rather than later, and that we are at our best and that our morale is good.
If I wait any longer, I'm afraid things will change.
It's better to play late than early."
Speaking of this, Panin glanced at Span: "How's the intelligence?"
Span shook his head: "I received information in the morning, our scouts have penetrated deep into the territory of the Tulip family, they can really do it, I mean."
Completely unfortified is all the pipe cards, villages and towns, are empty, I dare say, if the grassland people don't come.
We attack directly, and we can smoothly hit the city of Loulan City."
"Then we will all die under the city of Loulan."
Panin smiled wryly: "Believe me, that city is far more terrifying than you imagined. ” "I've never doubted that.
I'd rather attack the imperial capital than attack Loulan City. ” "Are you hinting at me or are you forgetting.
That's our imperial capital attacking our own imperial capital, you can really imagine it. ” Spann ignored Panin's words and said slowly, "The situation is now in our favor.
I've asked astrologers.
It snowed so early this year.
Then there will definitely be several heavy snowfalls in the future, and if those steppe people really dare to drive in with a large army, they will freeze to death outside our city walls in batches."
"Once it snows, they're finished, that's what you mean," Panin shrugged.
"At the moment, it seems that there is such a possibility."
"Well, I changed my mind, I like snow" Chen Daolin was also watching the snow scene.
"I love snow" Chen Daolin laughed.
He stood on the gate of the Northwest Fortress: "Those orcs, it seems that this winter will not cause us any trouble, and our safe time can last until the beginning of spring next year." ” Montoya didn't speak, he just stood beside Chen Daolin, and suddenly, he pointed to the north and shouted, "It seems that something is wrong." ” Chen Daolin glanced at it and said lightly: "It's nothing, it's our own patrol cavalry team, I have seen them a long time ago." ” Montoya's face was serious: "No, their team is a little messy, and the number is not the same, the cavalry team I sent is a team of fifteen people, they are a few less" Chen Daolin listened, and his face changed a little And at this time, the cavalry team had already rushed to the city pass, for the captain of the cavalry, a grassland man, he roared loudly, waved his hat, and desperately shouted at the city tower in the raw Roland language.
The wind cut his voice into staccato parts, but Chen Daolin still heard it clearly This scout captain shouted "The Orcs and Orcs Are Coming" is to be continued “”: