"During every festival, the West Wind Royal Family will send corresponding rewards and gifts."
"Even when it comes to the admission quota for Emenas College, the West Wind Royal Family will take extra care of our clan and give us more."
"If it weren't for this, Darren, you wouldn't even be able to get in with your qualifications."
"No one can deny these things."
The leaders of the White Horse Tribe who were sitting down were originally a little excited, but now they were silent, because this was indeed an irrefutable fact.
The White Horse Chief slowly glanced at the people present and continued.
"I know that everyone may still feel that it is a bit unfair."
“But now it’s not about fairness or unfairness.”
"You are not so naive as to think that we can still herd horses here safely after the west wind is destroyed."
"Whether it's the rebels or the other countries around us, in their eyes, we and the West Wind Royal Family are one and the same."
"When the West Wind enjoys prosperity, we benefit from it. When the West Wind commits sins, we will also be recorded as guilty."
"The entanglement between them has long been inseparable, so..." He paused for a moment, then continued.
“Even if we know that the wine before us is bitter and poisonous, we can only drink it with regret.”
"Whether we win or lose, we must repay these centuries of grace with our blood and swords, and live up to the name of Baima!"
"This is our fate."
Having said this, his tone gradually slowed down, and the people below also lowered their heads sadly and stopped resisting.
"Now, start gathering the warriors."
"yes!"
The leaders below responded in unison, then stood up and left the tent.
With flags flying and white horses galloping, tens of thousands of warriors began their life-or-death journey.
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