Fat Cat and a dozen or so people who danced the shamanic dance with him were still dressed as great and small wizards. Behind them were other Divine Eagle Guards dressed in Tatar uniforms. The group stood quietly on the grass in front of the royal city, which was the only way that Badalagan and his party could take back to the city.

Before Badalagan and his group could even reach them, Fat Cat stepped forward and blocked their path, saying...

"General Badalagan, wait!"

"Great Wizard? What is it?"

"I have urgent business to report to the King. I don't have time to discuss your matter now. Please step aside."

"General Badalagan, I am writing to you with great sorrow that our King has passed away!"

"What?

"You're talking nonsense! Get out of my way! I'll go check it out myself. If I find you're spouting lies, I'll twist your head off!"

When Badalagan heard what the fat cat said, he was first shocked, and then he felt it was absurd. The king was not sick and was not very old. How could he just die like that!

Even if an assassin from the Great Qi had infiltrated, the royal city still had 40,000 guards, and the king's personal guards were always by his side. How could he possibly be assassinated?

Therefore, this was simply unrealistic, and Badalagan could not believe the news that Yelü Ying was dead.

He pulled on the reins, intending to bypass the fat cat and his men and enter the royal city directly.

But Fat Cat's show had only just begun; if he left, how could the performance continue? So, without even looking at Badalagan, he went straight to...

"I'm telling the truth. You left yesterday afternoon, and last night, a strange phenomenon occurred. A bolt of lightning struck from a clear sky and chopped off the top of that big poplar tree over at the horse farm!"

A great shaman came from outside and said it was an ominous sign, adding that thunder in winter and piles of graves meant disaster was coming.

As a result, many herders, fearing disaster, packed their belongings and fled overnight.

I was appointed to preside over the sacrificial ceremony to pray for blessings and the elimination of disasters.

But someone broke the order and offended the gods, who then punished them. During the sacrifice, a bolt of lightning struck overhead, and flames shot into the sky. Not only was our king gone, but all forty thousand guards of the royal city were also wiped out!

The fat cat almost burst out laughing when it said this!

I've never seen a master more capable than Xie Yushu. With just a few bundles of supplies, she took down the Tatar capital without any casualties. Although they were knocked over and got a few scrapes, it was negligible. Wow, this achievement is enough for him to brag about to his descendants for eight generations!

Although she was secretly smug, she still pretended to be extremely sad in order to act. When she couldn't hold back anymore, she pinched her thigh and forced out a few tears.

His expression made Badalagan uneasy.

Moreover, this news not only shocked Badalagan, but also caused an uproar among those behind him who heard Fat Cat speak.

"What did you say? Our king and his forty thousand guards are all dead?"

That's impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

"Great Wizard, this is not something to be said lightly. How could forty thousand people have disappeared at once?"

This is absurd!

"I don't believe it! I'll go see the King for myself!"

The leaders spoke up one after another.

The fat cat said sadly.

"The king is gone, you can't see him."

Moreover, the royal city is also cursed. I cast a divination and it says that the tribes have committed too many killings, which is why they have brought about this disaster. To avoid the calamity, we must stop fighting and cease hostilities in order to have a chance of survival.

Those who disobey the will of Heaven will surely be punished.

What Badalagan could accept was that the high shaman would occasionally perform rituals, ask questions, and pray for rain. But the idea of ​​a god taking people, especially 40,000 at once, was something he absolutely couldn't believe. So, in disbelief, he shoved the fat cat away.

"I don't believe in this nonsense!"

"I'm going in to see what kind of monsters and demons have such power to gather tens of thousands of people at once. If I find out you're involved, Great Wizard, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The fat cat was pushed aside, but didn't resist. It said with a pitying expression...

"That's all I have to say. You can think about it yourself!"

Then, with a wave of his hand, the people behind him made way for Badalagan and the leaders around him.

For a moment, all the Divine Eagle Guards were on tenterhooks. Xie Yushu had them put on this show to play psychological warfare. If they couldn't be intimidated, it was possible that four hundred men would face one hundred thousand men at any moment. It was too exciting!

However, just as everyone gripped their weapons and prepared for battle, three loud bangs rang out, and five of the people who had just stepped inside fell to the ground.

It was the leader, Badalagan, and his four deputies.

One was shot in the back of the head, while the other two were skewered like candied hawthorns.

A spray of blood mist erupted, splattering the faces of those nearby.

There were more than a dozen people following Badala Ganyangli. When they saw this scene, they were completely stunned. They drew their swords and looked around, but did not know where to exert their strength.

Moreover, seeing the sudden and tragic deaths of several companions, including the highly respected and invincible Badalagan, who had died so inexplicably without any explanation, sent chills down his spine.

The fat cat and his group also knelt down and kowtowed, muttering prayers for the gods to forgive these ignorant and reckless humans.

Some people may be fearless in real battles, even to the point of death, but they are inexplicably terrified of the unseen and unknown.

Fat Cat and his gang pulled this stunt again, which instilled fear in them and made them believe Fat Cat's words to a great extent.

There was another stubborn guy who didn't believe in superstition and cursed...

"Damn it! I refuse to believe it!"

Then he rushed in headfirst.

But after running three or four steps in vain, with another bang, the man, like the others before him, had a cloud of blood flying from his body and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

They only heard a loud bang from beginning to end, and saw nothing before they died!

Everyone was terrified!

This time, the fat cat didn't need to dawdle; they all threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically.

What glory, gold and silver, promotions and titles? Most of them are not for these lowly soldiers. If it weren't for the military orders from above, no one would be willing to go up and die. This time, almost all those who are willing to fight are dead. No one is forcing them anymore. They just want to go home and herd sheep and live a peaceful life.

So, after kowtowing for a while and seeing that no more people were dying, some people took the lead in advocating that the war should be stopped, and that they should just be allowed to live peacefully. They asked Fat Cat to communicate with the gods and ask them to show them the way.

Seeing this, the fat cat secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said...

"I will communicate with the gods later. As for whether the gods will agree, that depends on your sincerity."

From this moment forward, you shall kneel here and beg for forgiveness.

The gods have forgiven you. I tell you to rise; rise again.

So, someone relayed the great wizard Fat Cat's order to the rear, and a grand scene unfolded on the grassland where 100,000 people knelt down in prayer.