The enemies from the north were getting closer and closer. Above the white salt pool, they waded through the water. Yan Liuyuan urged his horse forward as well. It was as if both sides were standing on a large mirror, with the sky high and the earth far away.
Yan Liuyuan silently looked at the enemies in the distance. They were clearly taller than the nomads. If the average height of the nomads was 1.75 meters, then the enemies from the north were probably all 1.9 meters tall, and some of them were even two meters tall.
They were covered in brown fur, and the muscles on their thighs were exposed to the cold wind. Their upper bodies were also showing off their strong pectoral muscles.
However, it was a little strange that a person in a black robe was slowly walking in front of the group of muscular northerners.
There seemed to be golden threads sewn on the corners of the black robe, making it look mysterious and strange. It was as if he was a … priest.
However, Yan Liuyuan felt that this Black Robe did not seem to be from the same group of northerners. This was because their stature clearly did not match. This Black Robe was a head shorter than the others.
His height was even more similar to the people of the Central Plains.
"Could that Black Robe be their leader?" Bulan Zir asked, "Master, why don't we capture the leader first?"
"I think this Black Robe is more likely to be a spy who escaped from the Central Plains." Yan Liuyuan said with a smile, "He might even have some status in the Central Plains. If he wasn't afraid of being recognized, he wouldn't have covered himself up so tightly and put on a show."
When everyone heard Yan Liuyuan's relaxed tone, they gradually felt relieved.
Thinking about it carefully, it made sense. If their master could collapse mountains with a wave of his hand, why would they need to be afraid of these enemies from the north?
Bulan Zir whispered, "Master, they're not using sabers. It's no wonder they're so powerful that they can nearly cut people in half. So they're using axes."
Yan Liuyuan looked at the group of people in the distance. Bulan Zir was right. All of them were wielding giant metal axes.
"Those axes aren't light." Kirghiz Yan said, "But our men of the steppe might not be afraid of them. Master, as long as you give the order, I, Kirghiz Yan, will lead the charge."
Just then, more and more enemies appeared in the distance. The tall figures made the grassland men's scalps go numb.
Yan Liuyuan frowned. At first, they only saw a few dozen people, but now there were hundreds of them. "It's not a coincidence that these people are heading south. This is an entire race migrating south. Something must have happened in the north that caused them to run south. Look, some of them are carrying cloth bags. I'm afraid it was a coincidence that we met at the salt pond. They are here to carry salt. "
The two sides were in a stalemate at the salt pond. No one moved forward.
However, Hassan noticed that the group of beast-like men in the distance were slowly changing their formation, as if they were going to charge at them at any time.
Just then, soft footsteps came from behind the grassland men. Bulan Zir looked back and was shocked to find that thousands of giant wolves had come to the edge of the salt pool. They were coldly sizing up the group of "beasts" in the north, their fangs bared.
This was the first time Bulan Zir, Kirghiz Yan, and the others had seen such a large pack of wolves. They had only heard of them in legends and thought it was just a story Yan Liuyuan used to scare people!
Only now did they understand that this pack of giant wolves really existed, and they really listened to Yan Liuyuan's orders!
The silver Wolf King slowly paced to Yan Liuyuan's side. It was so frightened that its horse did not dare to move.
The appearance of the wolves had broken the balance between the two sides. Yan Liuyuan watched as the northerners slowly retreated. He turned his horse around and said, "Let's go back to the tribe. There must be more of them than this. I heard from my brother that the northern territory before The Cataclysm was even vaster than the grasslands. Now, this group of people is coming south. "
After returning to the tribe, Sister Xiaoyu asked with concern, "How was it? I heard you ran into those northerners?"
"Mhm." Yan Liuyuan nodded. "We're going to leave the grasslands. I'll have Hassan bring some men to carry enough salt, and then we'll head east to avoid their path to the south. Their target is the Central Plains, not us."
"The Central Plains? Why? "Sister Xiaoyu was puzzled.
"Because there are people from the Central Plains among them." Yan Liuyuan sighed. "There's a traitor in the Central Plains."
"But why are they heading south?" Sister Xiaoyu did not understand. "It doesn't make sense for an entire tribe to leave their homeland."
"There's no such thing as common sense in this world." Yan Liuyuan sighed. "I heard from Mr. Zhang that a lot of the land has been submerged by the ocean. Perhaps the north is about to be submerged as well. Or perhaps the weather in the north is too cold and they won't be able to survive."
No matter which speculation it was, it was possible. But the problem Yan Liuyuan had to face now was how to lead the nomads to survive.
He had just unified the grasslands, yet he was already encountering such a problem. Actually, Yan Liuyuan was also feeling a little helpless about it. But if this group of people really came looking for trouble with him, he did not mind telling them they had the wrong person.
Sister Xiaoyu asked, "Do they have any supernatural beings?"
Yan Liuyuan recalled for a moment and said uncertainly, "Actually, I feel that this group of northerners might have evolved in a different direction from the people from the Central Plains. The Central Plains only produced a few individuals, but it's more like … they've changed as a whole. I don't know if this has anything to do with the region. In contrast, the grasslands are in an awkward position since there aren't any powerful supernatural beings. "
The grasslands were vast and sparsely populated. Although they ruled over the entire grasslands, the nine tribes added up to only several tens of thousands of people. Yan Liuyuan had asked around and found out that there were only two supernatural beings left in the grasslands, and both of them were with his personal entourage.
Yan Liuyuan thought about it for a long time. In the end, he got Sister Xiaoyu to coordinate all the migration matters.
Then he took out three bowls of horse milk wine and cut his fingertip with a small flesh-cutting dagger.
The dark red blood dripped into the Horse Milk Wine, turning the milky white wine into a scarlet color.
Yan Liuyuan let out a long sigh before getting Tsetseg to call Hassan, Bulan Zir, and Kirghiz Yan over.
After the three of them knelt at the entrance of the tent, Yan Liuyuan gestured for Tsetseg to bring the blood wine to the three of them. "Today, I'll bestow you with this wine to help you become unparalleled warriors under my command. Drink it."
Hassan and the other two looked at each other, then drank the scarlet blood wine in one gulp without hesitation. Then their eyes turned bloodshot, and there seemed to be endless power surging in their bodies until it rushed into their minds and helped them open the door to a new world!
The entire tribe fell silent. Everyone looked at Hassan and the others enviously. This was a gift from the gods.
Yan Liuyuan watched all of this quietly. Actually, there were still some things he had not told Sister Xiaoyu … As he used his power more, he gained some new memories.
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