The rebellion was a foregone conclusion. The cavalrymen who were protecting Attie pulled out their sabers angrily, looking like they were going to fight to the death. Attie quickly stopped them and said in a low voice, "Calm down, they have a lot of people …"
"Your Majesty, where is your War God's Sword?" A guard who was closest to Attie asked in a low voice. "Could it be …"
A warrior who wielded the War God's Sword could defeat all his enemies in the Wasteland under the protection of the War God. Many people believed in this legend, but they also knew that it was just a legend. If the person who wielded the War God's Sword could never be defeated, then why would the War God's Sword keep changing owners? Therefore, when the few candles that represented the protection of the War God in the king's tent were suddenly extinguished, the news quickly spread throughout the entire King's Court.
Therefore, the disloyal Khans waited in the tent. They did not even want Attie to return to the king's tent. Once the matter was settled in the King's Court, it would be very troublesome. According to the ancient Grassland Covenant, they were not allowed to harm or kill Attie's people, nor could they take her back to their tent as a plaything to satisfy their lust. That would be very disappointing.
In the few years that Attie had been the King, she had used the title of the King to take care of her people in an orderly manner. Her cattle and goats were plump and well-equipped. All of that was very enviable. As for Attie herself, as the most beautiful girl in the Grassland, her beautiful face and alluring figure had always been the object of desire of many men, including the Khans who were old enough to be her father.
The covenant had always been used to restrain the strong, not to protect the weak.
If she could still take out the War God's Sword, then everything would be fine. But if she could not, then she would really suffer a fate worse than death, just like what Baiyi had said.
At that moment, Attie could not care less about her future. She had lost the War God's Sword, so she did not care what kind of punishment she would be subjected to. All she wanted was to protect her people. But judging from the current situation, that was probably just wishful thinking.
"You bunch of traitors!" Attie scolded in a stern voice. Right now, she could only try to use her usual prestige to intimidate this group of rascals. However, it was clear that she had overestimated the prestige she had accumulated over the years.
"Hahahaha! Honorable King, if we really are traitors, then please pull out the War God's Sword and let the War God punish us!" The leader of the Sprinting Wolf Tribe said with a laugh.
They had never submitted to a delicate girl like Attie. They had only submitted to the War God's Sword.
"Father, I think this woman must have lost the War God's Sword. Otherwise, with her usual domineering style, she would have pulled out her sword long ago. But now … as the sinner who lost the War God's Sword, I can't wait to use my sword to punish this high and mighty king. "The one who spoke was the son of the Running Wolf Khan, a typical playboy who had been drooling over Attie's beauty for a long time.
With him taking the lead, the others began to laugh lewdly as well. Their words also began to talk dirty, as if Attie was already lying under them, panting and moaning.
"Attie, oh no … My King, shall we protect you and kill our way out?" The old guard from before turned around and said to Attie, "We'll risk our lives to send you back to the palace. There are still some of our warriors there. While their main forces are not here yet, you should quickly escape with them …"
"Uncle, you can call me Attie." As the girl spoke, a gentle smile bloomed on her face. It was a smile that she had not seen since she received the War God's Sword. She looked as beautiful as someone who had just walked out of a painting.
"Everyone, don't worry about me. I will beg them to let you go," Attie said in a low voice. There was a hint of bitterness in her smile that made people feel sorry for her.
"No, my King, you have done enough for us. Even if we sacrifice you, they will not let us go. Now, it is time for us to protect you." The middle-aged guard took the lead and pulled out his saber, ready to lead his men to break out of the encirclement. The other riders did not retreat either. They pulled out their sabers and protected Attie in the middle.
Attie was speechless when faced with the determination of her guards. The enemy had the advantage of a high vantage point, and there were thousands of them, a hundred times more than her own. This was destined to be a battle without any suspense. These guards were only using their blood and lives to express their loyalty to her.
"Lord God of War … Please protect these devout citizens …" Attie prayed softly as she took a common saber from one of the guards. Together with the other guards, they pulled the reins lightly as they slowly approached the enemy's encirclement.
At that moment, the young King only had one thought in her mind. It did not matter if it was a god or a demon, as long as it could save her people, she was willing to pay any price …
Someone seemed to have heard her prayer and responded with a violent commotion at the back of the encirclement.
Attie quickly pulled the reins and turned around. She saw four strange people riding on four goats that were stronger than the horses of the grassland. They trampled on the encirclement at the back of the encirclement and swaggered to the front of her team.
The leader was wearing a gray armor. That was Baiyi who had changed back into his sorcerer's armor. He looked at the situation in front of him with interest and asked, "What's wrong? Did you guys change the location of the Warrior's Gala? And you even added a new segment of rebellion? "
What answered him was a series of crisp sounds of bowstrings being pulled. In a blink of an eye, they had no idea how many bows were pointed at them. Then, the leader of the group, the Khan of the Sprinting Wolf Clan, said, "My friends from Alpine, this is a private matter of our clan. After we have settled it, the Warrior's Gala will continue as usual. Now, please leave."
His words were quite polite. After all, the other party was a Divine Warrior that had shaken the entire grassland. Even if there were only four of them, they would not dare to act rashly. Especially at such a sensitive and critical moment, any smart person would not want to cause unnecessary trouble.
Even Attie did not see Baiyi and the others as her rescuers. Instead, she tried to persuade them, "This is none of your business. Leave now!"
"You silly girl! How is this none of my business?" Baiyi retorted, "I think that you're quite beautiful so I plan to take you back to the Southland to be my servant. How is this none of my business?"
"You!" Attie glared at Baiyi. Just as she was about to say something, the son of the Sprinting Wolf Khan scolded, "Bastard! Attie is my woman! How dare you take my woman away from me? "As he scolded, he pulled out his saber, ready to fight Baiyi to the death.
Baiyi did not say a word. Instead, the sheep that he was riding on suddenly snorted as it stared at the dandy's horse. Suddenly, the horse raised its hooves and flipped the defenseless dandy onto the ground. Then, as if it had seen something extremely horrifying, it started to gallop away, knocking down a few cavalrymen along the way.
The dandy fell to the ground with all four legs facing the sky, howling in pain.
"What's going on? Did that horse suddenly go crazy? "
"How is that possible? It used to be the most majestic horse in the wild horse herd! It was tamed by the Khan himself! "
"Then why did it suddenly go crazy? It looks like it's scared by something? Could it be that sheep? "
"Even though that sheep looks scary, it's still a sheep after all! I even saw it eating grass with my own eyes yesterday..."
Listening to the discussion among the crowd, Baiyi could not help but laugh. Reaching out, he touched the strong horns on the head of the sheep and said loudly, "Their real name is Dragon-blood War Sheep. They are indeed sheep and they love to eat grass. But why don't you guys take a guess? What do they like to drink?"
The crowd instantly quietened down. It was not a difficult question to guess. Just from its cool name, it was obvious. His words caused a commotion among the crowd. A sheep that likes to drink dragon's blood? Then where did the dragon's blood come from?
"Don't be frightened by his nonsense!" The Sprinting Wolf Khan shouted loudly. Looking at the two guards who were helping his youngest son, who he doted on the most, out of the crowd, he continued, "If you guys don't back off now, don't blame us for being rude. Don't think that we, the Steppe warriors, are afraid of you!"
Baiyi did not answer. Instead, he waved his hand at Zar'Zar who was behind him.
Zar'Zar quickly passed him a spear. Seizing the opportunity, he whispered, "Brother Hope, which part of this woman is good-looking? I think she's not even as good as my next-door neighbor, Huahua! " Even though he was surrounded by enemies that outnumbered him by a thousand times and was being shot with arrows, the only thing that he cared about was Baiyi's weird sense of beauty?
Ignoring him, Baiyi took the spear and threw it. In an instant, the spear turned into a ray of grey light and nailed the Sprinting Wolf Khan to the ground. Before he died, his expression was frozen in shock. Obviously, he did not know how he, who was about to become the King, could die just like that.
"Oh! Brother Hope, that was a beautiful throw! "Zar'Zar clapped his hands as if Baiyi had just killed a wild boar.
"I hate the Steppe warriors the most..." Baiyi muttered in a low voice and clapped his hands. Before anyone could react, he continued, "Let this woman go with me and let her tribe go back to where they came from. Then, I'll let all of you leave here alive today." Saying that, his finger slowly swept across the Steppe Cavalry that was surrounding the high ground.
The only reply he got was an angry roar, "Shoot!"
As a result, an overwhelming number of arrows swept toward everyone with a power that could blot out the sky and cover the sun.
"Isn't it good to be alive?" Baiyi shrugged helplessly. Calmly, he raised a finger and layers of complicated and exquisite formations appeared on the tip of his finger.
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