One step forward, death.
"Congratulations to Khan Nastu for unifying the grasslands and becoming the overlord of the north."
Nastu put down the wine glass heavily, making a loud noise.
"If you have something to say, just say it. We grassland people don't like to waste time."
The visitor was not angry, but looked flattering and sinister.
"Well, I admire the Khan's straightforwardness. Unlike Khazas, he hesitated and was eventually killed by the Khan."
There was sarcasm in his expression.
A short blade flew past the man's face, and before he could react, blood was dripping from his cheek to his chin.
"You are not qualified to judge the people of our grassland."
The man's facial muscles twitched, his fists clenched, and the smile in his eyes disappeared.
He has to endure it.
"I spoke too much. Please forgive me, Khan."
Nastu took the short blade handed to him by the person below and wiped it with the cloth on the table.
"What are you doing here today?"
The man wiped the blood off his face and said in a deep voice:
"Our master would like to make a deal with you. We can provide all of the Khan's warriors with better weapons and armor, making your team more elite."
"At the same time, we need some compensation and the help of a team from the Khan to increase the chances of success for our plan."
After what happened just now, the man spoke more cautiously, "Not much, just one."
"Who is your master?"
"The current Prince Yong, the future emperor."
Nastu looked at the man in silence.
The man couldn't figure out what this meant for a moment, and the gaze from above made him panic.
He was a man who had seen many storms, but at this moment he could not block Stu's fierce gaze.
Finally, he couldn't stand the silence any longer and asked, "Khan, do you have any thoughts on cooperating with us?"
Nastu was not a cruel or ruthless person by nature, but he was not an easy person to get along with either.
Anyone who has touched his bottom line has now reported to the gods.
"I'll give you a choice. First, die here with the people you brought with you."
"Second, you must return alive and tell Prince Yong what I said."
"There are only two possible outcomes for the grasslands and the Central Plains: one for them to live their own lives, the other for me to live mine, without interfering with each other, or one for them to fight to the death."
"Choose."
After saying this, the people around the man grasped the hilts of their knives, waiting for Nastu's orders.
The man lowered his head and thought about what Stu said.
After a moment, he said tremblingly: "I choose two."
"Okay, get out of here."
The man bowed fully to Nastu and walked out of the tent with floating steps.
The moment he breathed in fresh air, he fell to the ground with a pale face.
The sound of arrows in the distance stimulated his eardrums, and blood seemed to spread before his eyes.
He felt himself being lifted onto his horse.
With a noise, the horse started to gallop.
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