C193 Enmity between the Klang Tribes and the Hun Mongol

The Klang tribe?

Xiao Wen was stunned for a moment. From his arrogant tone, Xiao Wen could tell that this tribe must be a very powerful tribe.

But based on the amount of knowledge he had, he had only heard of the Mongol Empire's golden family, Borg.

As for the other tribes, he had no idea.

Most likely, it was only destroyed by Borte by a pound!

Xiao Wen thought.

However, the man's next words slapped Xiao Wen's face.

He only heard the man shout, "You can kill me today! At most, I have a big bowl of scars on my neck! But don't think it's over. "

"If you kill me, Tie Mu really won't let you off!" Dragging Thunder, Brother Meng and the others won't let you off! "

This...

Xiao Wen was stupefied when he heard that the other party was Genghis Khan and his son, and that his grandson would not let this matter go.

Thus, he went to investigate the identity of this Li Clan member.

He didn't know if it was true or not, but after checking, he was shocked.

In the history of the Mongol Empire, they were considered to be one of the top families.

Historically, the empress of the Yuan Rui Sect had instigated Luhetoni, and the queen of the Kingdom of Eilkhanh, King Xulai, had deconstructed from Gueskotun, a member of the Klang tribe.

More importantly, Wang Han, the former leader of the Klang tribe, was also the foster father of Genghis Khan …

One could imagine how prominent this tribe was among the many tribes in Mongolia.

Most likely, aside from the royal clan of Borte, no other tribe would be able to fight against him!

And now, he had actually captured the Eagles of the Klang tribe and planned to kill them to the heavens. I'm afraid we're going to have a feud with the whole of Mongolia.

Hearing this Prince of the Klang tribe shouting out, a smile appeared on his face.

From his point of view, this prince was merely telling the guests how luxurious and expensive the offerings he had prepared today were.

However, to the Magi at the side, such actions that disturbed the worship of the heavens did not please him.

The sorcerer slapped the prince twice, then used a phlegmatic voice to shout two sentences in the Hun language that Xiao Wen could not understand.

But the prince just laughed out loud.

"Even if I were to be killed by you barbarians today, my soul would still ascend to heaven. But what about you? You barbarians will definitely go to hell after death! "

Barbarians...

It was strange to see a Mongolian saying that a group of Huns were barbarians and had been educated since childhood to think that the grassland people were all barbaric and backward people like Xiao Wen.

When he was searching for information earlier, he had discovered that this tribe of the Klang tribe all believed in the Scenic Church, which was also known as the Christian Nestorians.

No matter what he believed, in Xiao Wen's eyes, as long as the productive forces and relationships didn't go up, he would always be a backward barbarian.

But at least in this world's prairie people's disdain chain, the Mongolian people who profess Buddhism and Christianity feel that the Huns, this kind of people who live and sacrifice all day long, are truly backward and barbarous …

Fine!

Although Xiao Wen still found the messy situation on the prairie very strange. However, when he saw how the Magus had cut his throat and blood spilled all over the ground, he knew that he was going to become enemies with the Mongolian.

Soon after, Xiao Wen saw more captives being brought to the altar to offer sacrifices to the gods and their ancestors.

At one point, the scene turned bloody.

Seeing the river of blood and the mountains of corpses piled on the field, the cheers of the guests were getting louder and louder, and the smiles on the faces of Rendu and his bride were also brimming with joy. However, Xiao Wen and Guan Yu's faces were pale and filled with disgust.

"Standing here, I'm a little suspicious. I didn't cheer along with the excitement. It was my fault. "Not so many people …"

Xiao Wen looked carefully at the tens of thousands of Hunters who were cheering together in the Dragon City and said, "I suspect that there are actually no problems with them."

Guan Yu was clenching his fists, he looked at the scene of the slaughterhouse silently, his eyes full of determination.

It felt like a hundred years had passed, but it also felt like just a moment.

After the guide patted his shoulder, Xiao Wen finally recovered from the disgust and rejection in his heart.

He discovered that the Huns' sacrifice was over.

Many slaves were trembling as they carried the corpses away. They were careful not to make the slightest mistake. It was as if he was afraid that he would also become one of those people.

"Esteemed guest. Prince Roughton said, "Let you go to his dome now." The Huns were dancing and singing, but their guide said so.

"I know." Xiao Wen rubbed his eyes and walked around, getting rid of the muddled state he was in a moment ago.

He asked the guide where he was going to go, and then he brought Guan Yu and walked in that direction.

Arriving at the ramshackle cupola, Xiao Wen used the Roman phonetic signs to describe the exit, and the strange Hun language that sounded strange asked the guards if they needed to take down their swords.

After all, in the Han Dynasty, if they didn't take off their swords when meeting with a great figure on the level of Crown Prince, they would most likely be assassinated.

However, Xiao Wen's accent was too strange, and it took the Huns' guards a while to understand what he was saying.

When they understood what Xiao Wen was saying, the guards shook their heads.

They told Xiao Wen that they were guarding this place to expel those people who were clearly hostile towards them. They also told Xiao Wen that they were protecting this place to expel those people who were planning to enter and plunder while they were asleep.

As for the assassins, they were responsible for that.

This was because the Huns, who valued personal force, felt that if their leader could not deal with an assassin in a sober state, there was no need for them to follow him.

After all, the Huns did not follow the trash!

Very good, very powerful. In Victoria 2, Lincoln had a fifty-percent chance of throwing his assassin out of the window.

Xiao Wen was speechless at the thought of the Huns.

"Forget it, after all, each side will nurture one person. As a united nation, even if Manchu was included in it, it still belonged to the most barbaric and backward side. What strange customs it had, it was also reasonable! From a civilized point of view, I should despise them. But as a wise man, I shouldn't make such a fuss. "

Xiao Wen thought this way and didn't say anything. He only touched his gorgeous sword, which had more decorative effects than actual combat, and walked into the shady dome.

"Prince Rendon, you've waited for a long time." When Xiao Wen walked into the dome, he saw that the rash bride was not there. He knew that what he was going to talk about next was a national secret and that he couldn't let anyone else know about it.

In history, people had always said that giving a wife to someone was equivalent to giving the wife away. Naturally, he would not trust his wife. Thus, Xiao Wen only cupped his hands towards him expressionlessly.

He spoke in Chinese. Xiao Wen originally wanted the guide to work as an interpreter. However, the guide told him that the princes in this world understood the Chinese dialect of Shanxi, Central Plains, and even the official language of the Song Dynasty, the Tonggu language of the Qing, the Mongolian language of Mongolia, and the Chidan language of Liaoning.

After hearing this news, Xiao Wen could only come forward speechlessly.

Sure enough, after Xiao Wen opened his mouth, this time the Prince was not speaking in the Hun language from the previous wedding. Instead, he spoke to Xiao Wen in fluent Chinese, "Mr Xiao, no need to be polite, please take a seat."