();  The killings initiated by Jia Jing and his personal soldiers lasted for about a stick of incense.

During this period, there were naturally some Tatars who fought hard, but under the sharp blades of their personal soldiers, those meaningless resistances were just rootless duckweeds, like paper tigers, and they could be broken.

After one stick of incense.

Jia Jing and his personal soldiers have simply combed the entire tribe.

This medium-sized tribe with a population of tens of thousands has directly reduced its staff by nearly one-quarter.

Since the war a few years ago, the male man who has not recovered has been almost extinct this time.

A tribal leader slumped on the ground, his face full of pain and despair.

"I told you at the beginning that you can't leave that disaster, it's fine if you don't listen. This time, he actually brought him to my tribe. Now that he has caused such a big disaster, are you satisfied?!"

Another leader was also ugly, "I never expected that this guy had done such a bold and reckless thing without thinking, but it had implicated the innocent people in the tribe..."

In the hatred eyes of those Tatar women, the personal soldiers turned around and came to the gate of the tribe again.

Jia Jing fought the horse and came to the two leaders.

He looked at the two of them condescendingly and said, "Where is the thing? Hand it over!"

It is concise and concise, and it is directly imperative.

What else do you dare to hesitate for the two leaders?

He hurriedly stepped forward and explained: "The general doesn't know that the treasure is not a dead object. It's a living thing, but it's too inconvenient, so he has to work hard to move the general!"

"Is the treasure alive?" Jia Jing asked.

The two nodded repeatedly.

Then he asked, "I wonder if the general has ever read my "Secret History" of the Mongol Yuan?"

"The Secret History of the Monument and Yuan Dynasties?"

"It's this book!"

Jia Jing nodded, "Of course I heard it a little. The first sentence of the beginning talks about Bortechina, who was born under the will of heaven, and his wife Huoemalanle, crossed the lake and came to Buerhanheledun Mountain at the source of the Onon River to camp in a camp. The son they gave birth to was Batachihan...

Therefore, it is said on the grassland that the ancestor of the development of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty - Emperor Temujin of the Holy Martial Arts, whose root ancestor is the Cang Wolf White Deer!"

"The general is knowledgeable, and I admire him!"

First, they flattered each other, and then the two continued: "Whether Emperor Shengwu is a descendant of the perverted wolf and the miserable white deer is a legendary thing, and we cannot confirm it.

But one thing is certain, there are giant wolfs in this world, and they are indeed close to Emperor Shengwu’s golden bloodline!”

When the two of them said that they were called Jia Jing, they were also slightly surprised.

Immediately ordered the two to say, "Lead the way and go and have a look!"

...

Then, Jia Jing followed the two of them and headed straight for a special felt bag in the camp.

Open the curtain at the door.

Jia Jing saw a huge iron cage in the middle of the felt bag at a glance.

In the cage, an old giant wolf was lying on the thick carpet.

Its hair has no luster, and its teeth and claws are very decayed, only a pair of turbid big eyes, shining with the luster of wisdom.

And Jia Jing often sees such luster in the eyes of white tigers or cunning foxes.

The problem is that the shiny luster of wisdom in the eyes of this giant wolf is even more advanced than the white tiger with intelligence like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.

Jia Jing frowned at the giant wolf that was nearly half tall in front of him.

The huge wolf in front of me seemed to die at any time.

Moreover, can a wolf grow so big?

And the wisdom light flashed in his eyes, which made Jia Jing's heart tighten, as if something that he didn't know was happening quietly.

"The wolf in front of you seems to be amazing!"

Jia Jing looked at the huge wolf in the cage and asked to her side: "Where did he get it?"

After realizing that the gray giant wolf in front of him had great wisdom, Jia Jing had replaced "it" with the word "he" in his words.

As a powerful life with wisdom, Canglang is worthy of Jia Jing's treatment.

"We, the nomadic people, need to wander around often, and just this spring, settled and grazed at the foot of an unknown low mountain, and accidentally discovered a huge wolf that was already old and fell into a coma."

When the two of them said this, they turned to look at the giant wolf inside the iron cage.

"General, you don't know. When we just rescued this giant wolf, the giant wolf's body was covered with extremely dry hair, and it showed a gray and decayed aura.

But without waiting for a long time, the giant wolf's condition was getting better and better day by day.

The fur slowly changed from grayish white to the gray in front of him, and his spirit became better and better. However, when he looked at us, his eyes were filled with coldness.

This makes us feel a little afraid in our hearts, and this is how we build this iron cage to trap it."

Paused.

The two continued: "It was only after the giant wolf's body gradually improved and the hair on its body completely turned pale that we remembered the legend of the white deer in the grassland..."

"The body is gradually changing, from the initial impending death to death, to the injustice of old age, is this rejuvenation? And the legendary evolution?"

Jia Jing couldn't help but feel a little confused in his heart. He turned to look at the giant wolf in the iron cage, his face full of hesitation.

Jia Jing couldn't see through this giant wolf!

After pausing, Jia Jing asked again: "You mentioned before that this giant wolf is closer to descendants of the golden bloodline?"

"Yes!"

The two leaders nodded quickly, "The siege who was slashed in half by a general before was found by the general. The only remaining golden bloodline in the world. In the entire tribe, he was the only one who could get close to this giant wolf!"

"Unexpectedly, you actually have a person with golden blood in your hands!"

Looking at the two leaders in front of him, Jia Jing was amazed, "So, this is the reason why you two medium-sized tribes would rather be driven here from the north by the Chahar tribe from the north than hand over this giant wolf and surrender to the Chahar tribe?"

After a few words, the faces of the two leaders changed again and again.

Jia Jing shook his head gently, and said with a pity: "Golden blood, is the grassland orthodox? You two have ideas, but it's a pity..."

What a pity, Jia Jing didn't say it clearly.

But both leaders knew in their hearts that what Jia Jing said was a pity, a pity he met him.

Not only was the only remaining person with the golden bloodline killed, but the more than 10,000 people who had finally saved up by their two tribes also died in the hands of Jia Jing.

Jia Jing is Tian Ke and the others!!

Now there is no golden bloodline and the huge wolf in front of you. The things that the two tribes have planned for a long time have turned into bubbles in the water.

The bamboo basket is in vain...

Jia Jing was also secretly sighing in his heart that the two tribes kept hiding and hiding, and carefully avoided Sejia. After a long round of circles, he finally fell into his hands.

This is the case with different paths!
Chapter completed!