In the north of Esraer continent, there is the South Talon Prairie.
Kailimu rode on his beloved war horse "White Frost" and looked into the distance. In the distance was the human northern defense line, the Thunder God Fortress. For 200 years, humanity's most elite troops have been stationed there, keeping away the orc army that has been trying to go south.
"Kailimu~" In the distance, a young man galloped on his horse, calling Kailimu's name as he ran.
Kailimu pulled the reins of the horse, and his beloved "White Frost" slowly turned around.
The young man riding the horse ran to Kailimu's side, pulled the reins of the horse, and the black horse under the seat raised its front hooves high, and the horse neighed from its mouth.
"Luqman, what are you doing here?" Kailim asked towards the young man coming on horseback.
"Kailimu, the chief wants you to go back immediately. There is something very important."
Kailimu patted Baishuang's neck gently, and Baishuang let out a brisk cry and flew away immediately, leaving Lugman far behind.
In a moment, Kailim returned to the camp where his ancestors had lived for hundreds of years.
"Kailimu, you're back." Everyone in the camp who saw Kailimu greeted him proactively.
"Baishuang" carried Kailimu to a large tent and gently stopped.
Kailimu jumped to the ground, ignored the words of others, opened the tent curtain, and strode in.
The huge tent was filled with people. Seeing Kailimu return, an elder in white clothes sitting in the middle pointed to a felt ball next to him and motioned Kailimu to sit down.
Kailimu changed from his normal behavior and bowed respectfully to Chang, but sat there quietly.
The elder smiled slightly and said: "Since Kailimu is back, let's continue the topic we just talked about. We, the 166 camps of the Clay tribe in Nantalun Grassland, and more than 10 million people have always hoped that, Able to restore the former glory of our ancestors and re-establish the Clay Empire."
A middle-aged man wearing gray and white clothes with a protruding head said: "Chief Abdul, your wish is naturally good, but I don't think His Majesty the Emperor will allow us to restore the Clay nation."
"Fart." A thick male voice said: "Kriai, you are a guy who always goes against the chief."
Kriei, who was wearing gray and white clothes, shook his head and said: "Don't forget, no king will just watch his territory be divided, even if he is a terminally ill old lion."
Chief Abdul, who was wearing white clothes, stretched out his hands, and the whole tent fell silent.
Chief Abdul said softly: "Restoring the glory of our ancestors is the dream of our Clay people. I believe that every descendant of the great god will dedicate himself to this ideal... "
Kriei shook his head, interrupted Chief Abdul's words, and retorted: "Chief Abdul, maybe you should reconsider. Over the past 200 years, although our people have been divided into hundreds of tribes, We don’t have to worry about survival at all. As long as we work hard, we will naturally have plump mutton. We don’t have to migrate every day to avoid the attacks of orcs like our ancestors did.”
Sheikh Abdul said: "Kriai, my son, don't you think we should have our own country?"
Kriei said: "Building our own country is not just for the people to live a happy and safe life. Now that we have achieved this, why bother? If the empire does not agree to our request, then we may have to go to war. . Not far from here is the Thunder God Fortress. If something unpleasant happens, it might give those savage orcs an opportunity to take advantage of it."
Chief Abdul looked at Kliai and then at the other people in the tent, and still said softly: "Who else has the same viewpoint as Kliai?"
Several people in gray and white clothes hesitated and did not speak.
"Very good." A smile appeared on Chief Abdul's face, "It seems that my child is more naughty than yours. I think maybe our great god needs you to serve him."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kailimu stood up, and a white light appeared from Kailimu's waist, and quickly flashed around Keriai's neck.
Krieai looked at Chief Abdul in confusion. He seemed to want to say something, but couldn't. Creai touched his neck with his hand, and his bare head suddenly fell to the ground behind his body. The last thought in Claire's mind flashed through her mind: "That person's back is so familiar to me. Who is it?"
Seeing Kailimu take action to kill the leader of the Kriai clan, the whole tent suddenly became chaotic.
Chief Abdul coughed slightly, and everyone immediately calmed down and sat obediently in their seats.
Chief Abdul said with a hint of sadness: "The chief of Kriai has been summoned by our great god and returned to serve him. I think we can make a decision now, right? If we still disagree, we will Please raise your hands if the Lai people want to be restored to their country.”
There was silence in the tent, and everyone tried their best to lower their bodies and heads, fearing that Chief Abdul would think he disagreed and would be killed.
"Very good. Since everyone has no objections, let's do it. I will arrange for people to take care of Kri'ai's tribe." Chief Abdul waved his hand, and everyone was relieved and quickly stood up and filed out.
Although Chief Abdul did not say it explicitly, everyone in the tent knew that Chief Abdul's words contained an extremely bloody smell. What kind of care? I'm afraid that if you show any disobedience, you will be summoned by the great god immediately, right
Chief Abdul clapped his hands, and two bending male servants walked in from outside the tent, and they quickly picked up Kriai's body.
Chief Abdul said to himself: "Kri'ai, the rise of an empire is accompanied by blood. You can rest assured, your name will be the first in my Clay Empire for the honor of the great god. Dedicated tribesman. Kailimu."
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"You are my confidant. I am going to send you to participate in this Royal Athletic Competition. You must keep in mind that it is not important whether you win the championship or not. The key is to understand the true power of the empire. And try to have a good relationship with other forces so that they can be used by us in the future. Do you understand?"
"Understood, my Lord Chief." Kailimu said respectfully.
"Chief Abdul, I want to participate in the competitive competition too!" A female voice sounded outside the tent.
"Hahahaha" Chief Abdul laughed, "Is it Rukani? Come in quickly."
The tent door curtain was opened, and a young girl full of youth walked in, followed closely by Lugman.
Chief Abdul smiled and said: "Rukani, did you listen to your brother's words?"
Rukani said: "Sheikh Abdul, I don't care, I'm going anyway."
Chief Abdul pointed to Kailim who was standing next to him and said: "I can't make the decision. He will lead the team in this competition, and he will naturally choose the team members."
Lukani's face showed a trace of rosiness, and she said to Kailimu sheepishly: "Brother Kailimu, let me go too."
Kailim looked at Chief Abdul, who had a kind smile on his face, as if he was just a respected old man. Kailimu nodded and said, "To participate in the competitive competition this time, you and your brother Lugman are indispensable."
Lugman asked: "Brother Kailimu, who else is there?"
Kailim said with a smile: "I know what you are thinking. Your good friends Numan and Hussein are very good. You can tell them later and we will set off tomorrow."
Rukani said happily: "Great, I can go out on adventures with Brother Kailim again. Fernando City, here we come!"