"Zakamu!"
The knight raised his hand, removed his mask, and called out the old man's name.
Zakamu stared blankly at Zhao Tingduo's face, the panic in his eyes gradually fading, leaving only confusion and anger: "Who are you? I don't know you! Why did you attack my tribe?"
"Who I am doesn't matter, Zakamu. Do you still remember the Uda tribe?"
"Uda Tribe!"
Zakhamuth's face turned pale instantly.
As if hearing some ridiculous name, a strange expression appeared on his wrinkled face: "The Wuda tribe is long gone. They were the wolves and dogs of the Wu Dynasty. The Dilu grasslands cannot tolerate them."
"No, they're back. They've come to avenge their blood debt." Zhao Tingduo raised her bow and arrow. "Don't you want to say something?"
"No, no, you can't do this. It wasn't that I didn't want to help back then, you can't do this."
Upon seeing the bow and arrows, Zakhamu, who had just been trying to remain calm, immediately knelt on the ground and pleaded with Zhao Tingduo, "I wanted to help too, but Abuli wouldn't allow me... Ah!"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Tingduo's arrow flew out and pierced Zhakamu's chest.
Zaqam collapsed to the ground like a stake, his eyes vacant as he stared at the sky. His lips moved, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, drowning out his last words.
Zhao Tingduo looked at him coldly. Twenty years have passed, and this man used to use sweet words to gain the trust of the Wuda tribe. Now he still wants to use deceitful words to deceive people.
Back then, it was this Zaqam who suggested to Abuli that they should use the pretext of marrying Uyar to annex the Uda tribe.
It was he who revealed his whereabouts that led the chieftain of the Uda tribe to ambush his grandfather on the way, resulting in his serious injury and death.
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