The tribe that ruled Gegengol was Hirasu. Their patriarch claimed to have the blood of the Golden Family and the same origin as Gourdo, the Great Khan of the Golden Tent. Therefore, he had the title of King Dari.
There were many descendants of the current King Dari, and Agula was the most inconspicuous one among them. His mother was a female slave who was dragged into the king's tent when King Dari was drunk.
He was the most humble one among his siblings and the one who was least likely to inherit and divide the tribe. Relying on this, he got along well with most people. Moreover, he had the blood of the Golden Family, so ordinary grassland people naturally looked up to him. Therefore, his status was neither high nor low, and he lived a good life.
"Agula didn't have much talent in martial arts, but he had a good son named Arslan. It was very likely that his father would be noble because of his son, so he spent a lot of money to let Arslan be apprenticed to a powerful martial artist. Arslan opened Seven Acupores and formed his Inner World in his early twenties. Even King Dari was concerned about him. However, he was targeted by Wolf King and his throat was crushed in his own tent in Gegengol."
Wuen led Meng Qi through one tent after another and introduced the situation to him casually. "Because Agula's status was not high enough and Arslan's uncles and brothers held grudges against him, the Exterior masters of the Hirasu tribe treated him perfunctorily even though they said that they would take revenge. This made Agula bitterly disappointed and he secretly joined the Wolf-slaying League."
Some of Agula's shady southern goods and furs business had to go through Old Wuen, and he happened to find out about it.
"Wolf King is actually very particular in choosing his prey …" Mengqi noticed this point.
Wolf King had never killed the lineal Shaman of the Changsheng Denomination, the descendants of the Golden Tent, or even those related to grandmasters. Looking at Arslan, although there was a Peerless Master Pro in the Hirasu tribe, he was the target of others' jealousy, and his father was an unvalued descendant.
Wuen didn't care too much and said with a smile, "Without this awareness, Wolf King would have become livestock food long ago. Even though he has secret methods and is cautious, if he is targeted by the powerful Shaman or the masters of the Golden Tent, how many times can he hide his whereabouts?"
But Wolf King must be very well-informed to be able to avoid provoking him while seemingly killing at will … Mengqi thought thoughtfully.
Wuen stopped beside a few tents, moved forward, smiled and said something to the guard warrior, and gave him a silver cake.
When Wuen was working, Mengqi didn't stay idle either. He casually looked around and found that there was a certain distance between them and other tents. There were warriors guarding around, hidden stakes in the dark, and there seemed to be secret guards hiding in the gaps at the top of the tents.
The horses, cows, and goats were not messy at all and were arranged in an orderly manner. The servants and slaves who came and went were also in good order.
"Agula is not to be underestimated. He can be considered a talent …" Mengqi did not belittle Agula because of his poor aptitude in martial arts. On the contrary, he felt that Agula had a very high ability to command from the details.
After a short while, the guard came out and let Wuen and Mengqi in.
After opening the tent, the situation inside naturally appeared in Mengqi's mind. There were definitely people standing and hiding in the place where there should be guards.
The ground was covered with a thick blanket, which was very comfortable to step on. Agula didn't sit cross-legged like ordinary prairie people, but set up a red table and stools in the style of the North Zhou Dynasty. There were copper stoves on the table and at the four corners of the tent, which were burning red and warmed the cold winter.
If there were no tents around, Mengqi would think that he had returned to the North Zhou Dynasty. It seemed that it was not a lie that the prairie nobles liked southern goods.
"Wuen, didn't I tell you not to come to me without any reason?" Agula's deep voice seemed to come from his chest.
Judging from his appearance, he was an ordinary prairie man who was middle-aged and fat, but the shining jasper ring on his hand and his calm eyes revealed his identity.
Apart from the other guards, there was another person standing behind Agula. He was tall and burly, had sparse hair, and his bulging muscles were full of strength. Many dark blue shaman patterns could be seen on his exposed skin, but it was hard to tell if they were tattoos or something else mystical.
Wuen looked at the surrounding guards and said with a smile, "I have a personal matter to bother you, sir. I wonder …"
Agula's face darkened and he waved his hand to let all the guards in the open and in the dark leave the tent, except for the burly man behind him and the person who might be hiding on the top of the tent.
"No matter what secrets you have, you can tell me now," Agula said in a deep voice.
Wuen pointed at Mengqi and said directly, "He has a grudge against Wolf King and wants to join the Wolf-slaying League."
"Damn lowly slave, how dare you leak this matter!" Agula flew into a rage, picked up the whip on the table and was about to whip him.
He looked calm, but when he was angry, he was a bit deterrent.
But it didn't work for Wuen because they were just partners. He smiled and took a step back, "Brother Zhe Bie has excellent saber skills and saved my goods. If he joins us, won't we have more power to deal with Wolf King?"
Mengqi couldn't think of a good grassland name, so he called himself "Zhe Bie". After Wuen mentioned him, he looked at Agula coldly and put his right hand on the hilt of the saber, making a posture of "Blood Splash".
"Zhe Bie …" Agula narrowed his eyes.
The burly man behind him snorted coldly, "Excellent saber skills? Humph, I don't know how many people with excellent saber skills have died in Wolf King's hands. "
Agula waved his hand to stop him, and his voice seemed to roll in his throat,
"What kind of grudge do you have against Wolf King? Where do you come from? "
"Besides, our Wolf-slaying League has strict rules. If you don't have the corresponding strength or ability, you are definitely not allowed to join us. You can only provide us with information."
He was full of vigilance against this "Zhe Bie" who suddenly appeared, and he didn't think highly of his strength!
"I'm a wandering macheteman. None of my relatives or friends died in Wolf King's hands …" Mengqi deliberately paused.
"Then what kind of deep-seated hatred do you have against him?" Agula was a little surprised.
Mengqi tried to be concise to avoid exposing the flaws of the grassland language, "I've been attacked by him."
"What?" Agula and the burly man behind him said in a shocked voice at the same time.
Even Wuen was quite shocked, because it was the first time he heard of this. This Green-ribbon Arrester could survive Wolf King's sneak attack. No wonder he dared to chase Wolf King in the grassland!
There were definitely less than ten people who could survive Wolf King's sneak attack in the whole grassland, and most of them had helpers nearby. When Wolf King missed his attack, he immediately fled away.
The burly man said rudely, "In the name of Everlasting Heaven, liars must die in the wolf's mouth! How dare you lie just because Wolf King is not here? "
Obviously, he didn't believe that the wandering macheteman, who was not strong enough, could escape from Wolf King. He could just brag that Wolf King was scared witless, because Wolf King would not come out to clarify anyway.
Agula frowned and had the same opinion. He said to Wuen, "Zhe Bie's background is unknown, and his hatred with Wolf King can't be verified. Even if I recommend him, I'm afraid others will not agree."
He tactfully expressed his refusal.
Mengqi took a step forward and said calmly, "Which one of you has seen Wolf King fight?"
The scene suddenly froze. After a moment of silence, Agula said, "When Alslan was killed, Ba Tu was in his tent."
Recalling the past, the burly Ba Tu's face turned a little pale. It seemed that he often had nightmares because of this. His voice was no longer vigorous, but slightly weak, "I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I felt it. He was like an evil ghost, a wild wolf … In the name of Everlasting Heaven …"
"Then you can have a try." Mengqi was a man of few words and looked extremely cold.
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole tent suddenly became dark. Ba Tu found that the wandering macheteman in front of him disappeared.
Immediately, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, as if there was an invisible knife sticking to it.
He suddenly stepped forward and turned around. He swung his right arm with bulging muscles and overflowing Gang Wind, which made the air give out a muffled sound.
But he could only hit the air.
The cold wind was still blowing at the back of his neck, as if the sharp Knife Qi was still hanging there.
This time, Ba Tu chose to pounce forward like a scorpion swinging its tail and whipping his legs, but he still kicked the air. It seemed that there was really no one behind him, only an invisible evil ghost!
Again and again, Ba Tu could not get rid of the evil ghost's entanglement, nor could he extricate himself from the nightmare.
Cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his punches and kicks became more and more messy. The black and blue shaman pattern on his skin made him full of energy, but what was the use if he could not find the enemy?
Suddenly, he saw Agula's face, which was full of shock. His own figure was reflected in Agula's pupils, but there was still no one behind him!
"It's, it's Wolf King!" Ba Tu finally squeezed out these words.
But what Agula saw was completely different. "Zhe Bie" had been walking slowly behind Ba Tu. When Ba Tu moved forward and turned around, he was still behind Ba Tu. When Ba Tu kicked backward, he casually took a step to the side. When Ba Tu looked at Agula's pupils, he suddenly aimed at the center and hid himself well with the help of Ba Tu's tall and sturdy figure.
The whole process was like a game of hide-and-seek with a child, but Ba Tu, whose face was covered with sweat and looked extremely scared, made everything extremely strange and shocking.
Agula took a breath and said, "Brother Zhe Bie, I believe you have fought with Wolf King."
Otherwise, Ba Tu would not have mistaken him for Wolf King. Masters at this level naturally had different names.
"Can I join the Wolf-slaying League?" Mengqi asked briefly.
"It's not a problem to hate Wolf King, but I'm afraid that others won't believe you because of your unknown background, unless you are willing to swear in front of the shaman that you won't disclose the internal affairs of the Wolf-slaying League and harm other members." Agula put forward a more demanding requirement.
Mengqi nodded slightly and said, "Okay."
"He actually agreed?" Wuen was a little puzzled. It was not easy to make an oath witnessed by the shaman!
Agula smiled and sent a guard to invite an ordinary shaman who was familiar with him. It seemed that he was not afraid that the shaman would know about the Wolf-slaying League.
The shaman was wearing a pale blue robe with many patterns on it. He was thin and had high eyes.
Under the circumstance that all the people believed in the Everlasting Heaven and many totems, the shaman was the spokesperson of the gods. Except for the descendants of the golden families, even the chiefs of the tribes had to show some respect to them.
Holding the totem of the Hirasu tribe in his hand, the shaman moved his lips and murmured for a while. His eyes were slightly dark and blue, and then he asked Mengqi to swear.
Fortunately, Agula had told him the content of the oath before, otherwise Mengqi really did not know how to say it in the prairie language. After he finished slowly, he saw the eyes of the shaman emitting dark and blue light, and then his body became illusory. He felt that a karma line was extending toward him, and the other end was the totem in the shaman's hand.
From the beginning, he had been silently using the karma secret skill he learned from Sikong Tu in case of ghosts!
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