"Kill them." The Turkic king ordered sharply, his eyes as cold as ice.
The Turkic soldiers were startled when they heard the words, Prince Han is the next Turkic king chosen by God, shouldn't the prince hand over the throne to him? Why kill him
The soldiers were stunned, seeing that the Turkic King's face was livid, Tuoba Han hadn't succeeded as the Turkic King yet, these Turkic soldiers didn't obey his orders, it was really disgusting.
"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up?" The Turkic king's angry roar pierced through the clouds and resounded through the sky, shaking the soldiers' bodies. Bite the bullet, they raised their bows and arrows and shot at Murong Xue and Tuoba Han.
A contemptuous smile flashed in Tuobahan's eyes, and he took the holy sword to meet the densely packed bows and arrows, flames spurted out one after another, burning all the bows and arrows that had been shot, and the black arrow ash fluttered towards the crowd. After falling down, Tuobahan's icy voice slowly sounded in midair: "This king is the holder of the holy sword, and the next Turkic king chosen by the Turkic gods. Are you sure you want to continue shooting this king?"
The soldiers shot arrows suddenly stopped, and the Turkic God chose Tuobahan as the Turkic king, which is enough to prove that Tuobahan has the ability and courage to become the Turkic king, and can bring blessings to the Turks.
When they shot Tuobahan, it was tantamount to making an enemy of the Turkic God, and it was a manifestation of their distrust of the Turkic God...
Thinking of this, the soldiers turned pale, hurriedly put down their bows and arrows, plopped towards Tuobahan, and knelt down: "This subordinate was just confused for a while, please forgive me..."
"My lord, please forgive my sin... Please my lord, forgive my sin..." The Turkic soldiers put down their weapons one after another, knelt down, and the cry of apologizing penetrated the clouds and rang through the sky.
The Turkic king's handsome face was so dark that ink was about to drip out, he raised his foot viciously and kicked at the nearest soldier: "What nonsense, this king is the Turkic king, your real master..."
The soldiers were kicked to the ground by him, but ignored him, straightened up, and continued to pay homage to Tuobahan...
Tuoba Han stood directly in front, looking at the hysterical king, describing the crazy Turkic king, his eyes were as cold as ice: "Uncle Wang, now this king is the Turkic king, and you are the deposed king."
"Come here, arrest the deposed king!"
"Yes!" The Turkic soldiers took the order, jumped in front of the Turkic king, grabbed his arm, and cut behind him...
"You have turned your back... This king is the king of the Turks, and your master..." The Turkic king struggled fiercely, angrily reprimanded, and beat the soldiers viciously.
The soldiers had been on guard for a long time, took the rope, tied him up tightly, and let him struggle, yell and curse, but they didn't stop...
The third prince who was standing not far away saw that the situation was not good, so he was about to run away quietly. Unexpectedly, the Turkic soldiers behind rushed up, took the rope, and tied him up...
Seeing the complicated knotting method, Murong Xue raised her eyebrows: The sacred objects bestowed by the Turkic gods are really easy to use, and Tuoba Han didn't need to spend a single soldier. sword, he defeated his uncle and became the king of the Turks...
The Turkic king and the three princes are all Tuobahan's enemies. They lost power, lost power, and fell into Tuobahan's hands. I'm afraid it will not end well...
As if to confirm Murong Xue's conjecture, Tuobahan's icy command sounded: "Take them both back to the prison, and they will be executed at noon tomorrow!"
"Yes!" The Turkic soldiers took orders, stuffed the mouths of the Turkic king and the third prince with rags, and pushed them down.
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes to look at Ouyang Shaochen: "Let's go back to Qingyan!" Tuoba Hao is dead, Turkic king has been arrested, Tuoba Han is about to succeed, Turkic has nothing to do, she doesn't need to stay here.
"Okay!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded, took Murongxue's little hand and turned around to leave, when a cold male voice came over: "Wait!"