Nastu's people were naturally very excited, while most of Hazzas's followers had gloomy faces and frowns that looked like a bucket of bitterness could be squeezed out.
Since ancient times, the strong have been respected on the grassland, and whoever has the ability can become the Khan.
The succession of the Khan of the Kilzi tribe relied on the bloodline between father and son. Each of them was brave and good at fighting, able to defend the territory outside and control their subordinates inside. However, a few years ago, a strange thing happened.
That’s Nastu’s father.
This man had no outstanding qualities since he was a child. He had dark skin, ordinary features, and was not good at riding, wrestling, or eloquence. Anyone could knock him down.
After he inexplicably succeeded to the throne, he became addicted to wine and women and ignored state affairs, causing the tribe to become chaotic and fall apart.
But he had a big, stupid guy he picked up from somewhere, who was extremely strong and obeyed his orders.
If anyone opposed his decision, or showed even the slightest disrespect for him, they would become the dead soul under the feet of that big guy.
If not for this, he wouldn't even be able to sit comfortably on the throne, and others would only be able to say a few bad things about him in private even if they hated him to the core.
Until the appearance of Nastu, who was eighteen years old and invincible on the grassland, even the battle-hardened khans were no match for him. He always came in high spirits and left covered in dust.
At the age of twenty-one, Nastu chopped off the big man's head with a knife and hung it in the open space of the tribe for a month.
Afterwards, he killed his father and became king, winning the submission of everyone. The tribe, which had been shrouded in dark clouds for a long time, finally saw the sun.
Now Nastu defeated King Yundan Khan and once again used force to defend his position as the Great Khan.
"I will obey the Khan's orders."
One of them threw his weapon to the ground to show his determination to Nastu, and then there were clanging sounds on the ground.
They were of the same generation as King Yundan Khan and had received a lot of care from him, so their feelings were naturally a little deeper than those of Nastu, but the grassland had its own rules.
The strong survive and the weak die.
It was because King Yundan Khan was not as skilled as others, and they had nothing to say.
When Bamur saw everyone falling towards Nastu, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which flowed down his chin to his neck. His face was covered with blood, leaving only a pair of dark eyes exposed.
King Yundan Khan is dead, but his mother is still in the tribe. For him, King Yundan Khan is not yet to the point where he would risk his life for him, so he should think about his future.
King Yundan Khan was loyal to him when he was alive, so even after his death, his life was more important.
"I gave you a chance today, but you both chose to give up. If someone comes to kill me because of this incident in the future, I will not spare your lives. Do you understand?"
"Understood." A group of people said in unison, their voices echoing through the sky.
"Okay, leave a few people to clean up the body of King Yundan Khan, and the rest of you prepare to return."
He paused and glanced sideways at the wooden box where he had been lying for several days.
The wooden boxes are much better made than before, spacious and smooth, making it a great place to go.
"Put him in the box and take him back to Sengiri."
He was buried in the place where he was born as a way of repaying King Yundan Khan for not ignoring his mother when she was ill.
"Khan, just throw it here to feed the eagles."
"That's right. It will be very troublesome to bring it back." One person echoed.
"If you don't want to do this job, then I'll do it." He made a gesture to leave.
"Then you come, Khan." Abulu said cheerfully.
He is extremely happy now that his two good brothers are alive and are still the same as before.
Before he could finish his words, someone grabbed his collar and pulled him back. He clutched his collar with both hands, stuck out his tongue, and was pulled backward with his body tilted.
Aokete gritted his teeth and said angrily: "If I don't beat you up today, I'm not a man."
"No, no, no, the Khan is still here."
Abreu tried to calm down Aokote's anger. He also knew that what he had just done was indeed a bit stupid.
You can't blame him, because they kept their mouths shut, almost sewing them up with needles, and refused to tell him the Khan's plan.
"Let's go, is there anyone else who wants to go?"
That Stu looked like he was enjoying the fun.
"Yes, yes, I have endured it for a long time."
After he said that, several people really came up, lifted his feet up, and walked towards the nearest tent, staggering left and right.
After a while, Nastu's roar was heard from the tent.
"Be gentle."
"Where did you kick it?"
"Who? I'll remember you."
When the older generation saw this scene, they were filled with emotion. Their era had long passed, and a new generation had begun, but they were still unwilling to let go.
Seeing Stu tearing off his clothes to wipe the blood off the long sword, they couldn't help but recall the handsome young man who chopped the giant with two swords.
A better leader has appeared on the grassland where they have walked for half their lives.
They should retreat.
He walked slowly towards the tent, packed his luggage, and thought about what to bring back for his daughter.
After a burst of laughter, people couldn't wait to pack their luggage and horses, not taking the bruises on their faces seriously at all, for fear that their mothers would not recognize them when they returned.
It would be great if we could attach bird wings to a horse so it could fly home in one day.
Several people came to clean up the corpses on the ground. One of them saw that the wolf fangs that symbolized the Khan's status were still on Hazzas' neck. Considering that Nastu was still there, he resisted the urge to spit and reached out to pull it off.
"Don't move."
The man was frightened by the sound behind him and quickly withdrew his fingertips that were an inch away from the wolf's fangs.
He turned around and said, "Khan, this is your wolf fang."
"Leave it to him. I don't know how long he thought about it when he was alive. Let's bury it with him after he dies. It will be a thought for him in the underground."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
