684. Chapter 637

    The power of the source!

    Qin Qian thought of this, a tight heart.

    He still can't understand what the power of the source is, but the power of the source is undoubted. If it is not the arrogance of the king of the prairie, I am afraid he has already died.

    Even if you have the "King of the Snake King" is the same.

    After all, the [skins of the Snake King's Ring] can also have a cooling time.

    One Week

    During this time, it was enough for the king of the prairie to smash his corpse.

    Qin Ran did not doubt the hatred of the prairie king.

    Carefully put [unknown parchment] into the [Red Ghost's Stomach Bag].

    Although the Earl of Xilin should be familiar with the grassland text, Qin Ran will never ask the other party.

    The other party can't let Qin Ran fully trust.

    Even if the other party's performance is extremely honorable, it is the same.

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

    The girl is familiar with the grassland text.

    This point was confirmed on the way to Laird, Qin Ren confirmed.

    In fact, not only the grassland text, but even the language of several countries around Warren, the girls know a little.

    This is naturally the blessing of the other mother.

    The mother who was the chief of the crows, she did her best to teach her daughter.

    And, still…Successful!

    With the view of the fire crow returning to the battlefield, Qin Ran clearly saw everything that happened outside the Thunder fortress.

    The prairie people fried the camp!

    The death of Leer Beer is not silent, and many people have seen it.

    The military commander who made the prairie people shuddered himself was outside the cowhide tent, and the body was separated. The blood flow was like a creek, and the surrounding ground was thoroughly smashed.

    The disappearing white giant wolf still keeps the guards frightened.

    Their shouts attracted more views of the prairie people.

    Then, many prairie people found it wrong.

    Some grassland leaders did not appear.

    The good hands of the snakes, as the covenant completed their assassination mission.

    The heads of the prairie died silently in their tents. When the rest of the people came to see it, the forehead and back were wet with cold sweat.

    "This is the wrath of the wolf god!"

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

    A guard who saw the white wolf killing Leer beer shouted loudly.

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

    It seems to be a domino.

    A small change triggered a chain reaction.

    More people follow the guard.

    There are some leaders of some tribes.

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

    However, greed can pollute the faith.

    Some tribes have their heads tied with their own people, but more tribal leaders have chosen to stay.

    It is difficult for them to give up Warren’s wealth.

    I want to leave, I want to stay.

    The entire Prairie camp was plunged into chaos, especially those who lost the restrictions of the tribal leaders, and became the source of chaos.

    They stared red at the heads of the tribes who were still alive.

    Some instigating words have come from some places.

    "The big tribes want to annex us!"

    "Think about the charge a few days ago!"

    "They let our warriors go to death and then take possession of our wealth…This time, it is the same! ”

……

    The dark sons of the Crows have been active.

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

    Because, a few days ago, after the Thunder Fortress launched the charge, they saw it with their own eyes, and even a part of the vested interests.

    The harvest is wonderful.

    But once you lose…

    That is absolutely unbearable.

    Puff

    The blood scatters and the head flies high.

    The head of a prairie man was cut, and the brave man holding the machete looked at the people around him with a sneer.

    "Symon, what are you doing?"

    The people around shouted.

    What

    "Everyone of the Qianwo tribe, are we still waiting for the fall of the butcher knife?"

    "The leader has been harmed by these greedy jackals. We still have to be indifferent, waiting for them to carve up our horses, weapons and cattle and sheep?"

    Seymour yelled.

    The sound is like a wave, spread out, and it's quiet around.

    I don't want it

    I don't want it

    A few shouts of sporadic sounds followed, followed by a loud call.

    "Very good, we don't want to be slaughtered. We have to protect our cattle and sheep. We have to go back to the grasslands of the Qianlang tribe and return to our fertile soil…Who dares to stop in front of us, who is our enemy! ”

    The young and ambitious Seymour rode on his own horse.

    His heart has already emerged after he returned to the grassland with these people and dominated the pasture.

    But an arrow has shattered the dreams of young people.

    "Ahhhh…"

    Seymour smashed the poisonous arrow piercing his chest and fell from the battle.

    Everyone from the Thousand Wolfs tribe.

    Then, anger filled their hearts, and they all looked at the place where the arrows were shot. There were their enemies, and they fought for more than ten times in order to compete for the fertile pastures of the Qianwo tribe.

    Anger, hatred.

    Mixed together, what would it be?

    "DEATH!"

    A burst of blast, the soldiers of the Qianwo tribe rushed toward the Yuelu tribe.

    In the face of the raging Qianlang tribe, the Yuelu tribe, who had just been killed by Seymour, had not been weakly confronted.

    New hatred and old hate, what to say.

    The heads of the surrounding tribes looked at each other and saw the vigilance and malice on the other's face.

    At this time, only the king of the prairie can calm this kind of chaos.

    With its own prestige and strength.

    Unfortunately……

    The king of the prairie is dead.

    The chaos, which inevitably happened, swept the entire grassland camp.

……

    The Thunder fortress saw this confusion.

    They are ready.

    But still stunned and fearful.

    Wearing an unfit armor, Mary rode on a white battle, she looked at the soldiers.

    The eyes swept over everyone's face.

    Hey, fear, she feels the same.

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

    2567 has done enough for her.

    Next, she wants to come by herself.

    Take a deep breath.

    The girl shouted loudly.

    "You, our opportunity is here!"

    "This is our only chance!"

    "Our rear is civilians who have not yet withdrawn, and they may have your family, neighbors, friends, and lovers! And the front is a chaotic enemy, there may be an enemy that we are killed by, and we may swallow us…I can't tell you more, but I can assure you that we are not cheering on the battlefield, just gathering in the land of the dead! ”

    "I am the heir to the Warren royal family.James’ name swears to you! ”

    The tender voice echoed in the Thunder fortress.

    Oops!

    In the sound of the winch, the simple door of the Thunder fortress was opened.

    A white horse is carrying a young female knight and rushing out like an arrow.

    Behind…

    The hooves are thundering.


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