The second wave of attack did not last as long as the first wave. The few Legendary-level cavalrymen who lacked equipment and training could only be considered as high-level cavalrymen at best. They could not pose an effective threat to Baiyi and the Divine Warriors at all. By the time the second wave of attack had been completely wiped out, the originally bustling and bustling high slope had become sparse. The Sprinting Wolf Clan and the Blue Hawk Clan had paid a heavy price to prove their integrity.
The battlefield on Baiyi's side looked fine. Even though it was charred black, he had already gotten rid of all the corpses. On the other hand, the battlefield of the Divine Warriors was pretty much the worst. Blood and corpses had almost covered the entire valley.
Only the Sprinting Horse Clan was in good shape. They even took advantage of the time when Baiyi was dealing with the second wave of attack to withdraw the first batch of people. Attie's people did not dare to take the initiative to chase after them. Because of that, their clan's combat power was still the most intact.
Although the other two clans still had a large number of troops in their settlements, after the death of the Khan and the loss of their elite forces, it was foreseeable that they would soon fall into internal strife and their strength would definitely be greatly reduced. Seeing that the Sprinting Horse Clan had become the biggest winner in this conflict, even though it was basically a victory without doing anything, the Sprinting Horse Khan was still in a very good mood when he saw that the throne was already within his grasp. With a clear voice, he said, "Enough! Everyone, stop fighting!"
Hearing the intention of the other side to seek peace, Attie's guard turned to look at her, "My King?"
Instead, Attie turned to look at Baiyi. Even though the battle was their own internal affair, after the monsters had forcefully interfered, they could not ignore their opinions anymore.
Baiyi chuckled and said loudly to the crowd, "When I came back this morning, I met a strange guy on the road. He was wearing a suspicious black cloak and we had a little conflict. I defeated him and although he managed to escape in the end, I managed to snatch a strange sword hilt from him …"
His rambling did not seem to have anything to do with the battle, but everyone stopped what they were doing to listen to him. Even Zar 'Zar, the Divine Warrior, put his blood-stained javelin on his back and whispered, "Brother Hope, why did you have to tell so many people about this unsightly battle record?"
As a matter of fact, Baiyi did not make this up out of thin air. This morning, when he was leading the Divine Warriors to the valley, they did meet a strange man in a black cloak. The two of them exchanged a few words in the common language.
"Why is your face yellow?"
"It's because of cold wax!"
After that, Baiyi and the mysterious black-robed man began to fight, and they did not even allow the Divine Warriors to intervene. The two of them seemed to be equally matched, and the scene was even more exciting. Zar 'Zar and Char' Char could not help but exclaim in excitement.
After that, the man in the cloak did not dare to answer and ran away. Baiyi took the opportunity to cut off half of his cloak and found a sword hilt in it. Zar'Zar and Char'Char could not help but exclaim in excitement.
The black-robed man did not dare to say a word as he ran away in panic. Baiyi took the opportunity to cut off half of his cloak and found the hilt of a sword hidden inside the cloak. After that, the four of them continued their journey and arrived at the valley.
It was supposed to be a strange story that had nothing to do with the barbarians but suddenly, Baiyi said, "This sword hilt is very strange so I wanted to show it to you guys …" Saying that, he took out the sword hilt from his inner pocket and raised his right hand into the air. A red blade of light suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"The... The War God's Sword!" Suddenly, a scream came from the top of the hill.
"Why is the War God's Sword in your hands?" Someone asked.
"That woman, Attie, really lost the War God's Sword! She even let the sword fall into the hands of the aliens! What a hateful woman! Even cutting her into a million pieces won't be enough to appease the War God! "
The barbarians were thrown into chaos. All kinds of questioning and cursing could be heard, making the place look like a market. On the other hand, Attie's group was much calmer. They had already mentally prepared themselves before they set off. But no matter how calm they were, when they saw the War God's Sword in the hands of an outsider, they could not help but turn their attention to Attie.
As a result, Attie had a puzzled look on her face as she stared at Baiyi. She did not doubt that the sword in Baiyi's hand was the real War God's Sword because the mark in her body that had been silent for a long time suddenly gave out a subtle response, proving that it was the real thing. But deep down, she did not believe Baiyi's words. Did he just randomly meet someone on the road and defeat him and then he just happened to snatch the War God's Sword from me? That kind of lie could only fool a child...
However, when she took a closer look at Baiyi's body, he looked very different from the assassin last night. Not only that, her men also reported that Baiyi did not leave the tent at all last night. For that reason, she could not connect the two of them together. She just thought that the two of them were in cahoots. One of them brought the Divine Warrior to attract the attention of the others while the other was hiding in the dark to save her and snatch the sword away. Then, he would kidnap her and make her his maid. The whole plan was so perfect that even the Alpine Barbarians were involved in it.
Attie felt a chill down her spine. At first, she thought that they just wanted to save her but she did not expect that their real purpose would be so sinister! What he wanted was to rob the entire grassland! Could it be that this guy is really the devil who will bring disaster to the grassland in the prophecy?
However, that was not the most unacceptable thing to her. It was the fact that the War God's Sword had actually responded to him by unleashing its light blade! That meant that he had received the recognition of the War God. Why would the War God, who had always been protecting the grassland, acknowledge a foreigner? Could it be that he had abandoned this group of devout people?
It was not only Attie who thought that way. The Khan of the Sprinting Clan had the same thought as well. For that reason, he shouted at his subordinates who had completely fallen into chaos, "Everyone, calm down! It's impossible for the War God to choose a foreigner to inherit his power! That sword of his must be a fake! "
Just as the words left his mouth, Baiyi, who was riding on the back of the goat, suddenly appeared in front of him without any warning. With a wave of the crimson blade in his hand, a tuft of hair was shaved off the top of his head, revealing a shiny green scalp.
If the blade was just a little bit lower, it would have been able to cut off half of his head...
The Sprinting Khan gulped down a mouthful of saliva with cold sweat dripping down from his forehead. He tried to open his mouth to say something but Baiyi interrupted him, "Perhaps this is not enough to dispel your doubts. Why don't you try this?"
Having said that, he disappeared into thin air in front of the Khan and reappeared in mid-air. The red light on the blade became even more dazzling as it aimed at the Sprinting Clan's camp below.
Finally, the Sprinting Khan gave in. Powerlessly kneeling on the ground, he begged humbly, "Dear King, please forgive my previous offense. Please let go of your most loyal clansmen..."
The person who obtained the War God's Sword would become the King of the Grassland. This tradition was not only valid for the Grassland Barbarians, it was also valid for other people as well. The key to making them surrender was not the tradition but the valiant power of the War God's Sword. When that power fell into the hands of a monster who could slaughter thousands of cavalries with his bare hands, it was more than enough for him to eliminate all the discordant voices.
For that reason, the Sprinting Clan surrendered. Not only the Khan, all of the Sprinting clansmen under him followed suit and knelt down, begging for the forgiveness of the new King. In the distance, the remaining two clans also followed suit.
Floating in the air, Baiyi looked down at the people kneeling down on the ground. He could not help but sigh in his heart. Sometimes, the tricks of the Charlatan are really useful, especially when it comes to dealing with these barbarians who have never been exposed to illusions before.
That's right, he was not able to control the War God's Sword at all. Everything that he saw was faked using Magic and illusions. Because he had fought with Attie before, he was very clear about the power of the War God's Sword. First, he used an ice spell to disguise the blade and then used an illusion to cover the blade with a layer of red light. Then, he used a Teleportation to simulate the Space Shift of the War God's Sword. Finally, he floated up in the air and prepared for his ultimate move. He even used a deceptive spell to simulate the strange fluctuation of the War God's Sword. All of these were enough to shock everyone. His casting speed was so fast that no one could see any flaws in it. Including the original owner of the sword, Attie, everyone believed that he was really the new owner of the War God's Sword, the new owner of the Grassland.
So, when Baiyi used the Teleportation to return to the goat's back, Attie was already kneeling in front of him with her clansmen. Looking at the fake War God's Sword with a complicated gaze, she gritted her teeth and said, "Thank you for your mercy for saving my clansmen. We, the Dawn Moon Clan, will forever be your most loyal servants."
"I don't need that many servants," Baiyi shook his head and kept the War God's Sword. He was actually a little guilty. He was afraid that he would not be able to fool Attie. After all, a fake was still a fake. After using it for a long time, it would eventually reveal its flaws. Just like how he could have chopped off the head of the Galloping Horse Khan but in the end, he only shaved a little of the head because he was worried that the cut would not be smooth and neat enough.
"My words still stand. Your clansmen will leave the King's Court and go to the Grassland in the west. You, on the other hand, will be my servant," Baiyi continued.
A sorrowful and determined look appeared on Attie's face as she nodded her head vigorously. She knew very well what a servant should do. That was just a euphemism.
Even though her clansmen were saved, her ending would not be any better than before. Perhaps the Southerners were a little gentler in their ways? But that was not a good thing. It meant that she would be toyed with for a very long time. It was no better than being brutally toyed with to death. Attie's imagination began to run wild as she imagined the miserable fate that would befall her in the future. In a low voice, she replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."
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