I trained my sister to the eighth level of boxing

Chapter 2230 Zhuo Yuting retires after completing her mission
Sar walked alone in the dark night, holding onto the wall, panting, with Erbai Subu's words echoing in his mind, "Your mother doesn't want you anymore!" He didn't know where he could go, or what he should do. Without Wuzhu Atuma, the entire Northern Barbarians had lost their backbone. He was even more at a loss, completely becoming a child without a mother.

Throughout the entire area, wherever there were barbarians, cries were heard, and countless barbarians were shouting and roaring anxiously. But Thrall knew that this matter was not that simple.

A white light opened up like a lotus, and Sal's eyes lit up.

"Come." Bai Qianqian waved at him, "Wuzhu wants to see you."

Thrall entered the Lotus Gate without hesitation, and in just a moment, he appeared on a picturesque and warm island. But Thrall had no intention of enjoying the scenery, but desperately searched for his mother.

He saw that Wuzhu Atuma was wearing a loose and cool white dress, gently protecting her belly with her hands, waiting under a big tree with flowers blooming like fire. The rising sun from the sea illuminated her figure.

It's very strange, it's still night in Da Zhou, but it's already dawn here.

“Atuma!” Sal rushed over, knelt down, and rested his head on Wuzhu’s legs. “You’re okay, that’s great!”

"I'm sorry for lying to you." Wuzhu Atuma pushed Sal's head away.

Thrall took a few steps back and was shocked to see that in the morning light, the scales on Ujuatuma's body had disappeared, the horns on her head had faded away, she had completely lost the characteristics of the Barbarian Scale Clan, and even her aura had changed.

"Who are you?!" Sar couldn't believe that Wuzhu Atuma, who was worshipped by all the 77 tribes of the Northern Barbarians, was actually a Zhou person! She was a spy and a liar! Everything tonight was a scam carefully set up by Atuma herself, a scam of the Great Zhou!

She earned enough blood and tears from the barbarians, and she made them stay away from the witch god and become the people of the Great Zhou; she framed Abdul and made all the barbarians who loved her hate the White Arabs, the rebels, and the witch god. She was a spy, and she caused the defeat of the barbarians!
Sal gasped for breath, overwhelmed by the truth. This woman was his adoptive mother! If it weren't for her, he would have died long ago.

Zhuo Yuting was not surprised by Sal's reaction and said calmly: "Sal, I'm pregnant. I have to leave."

Sal's eyes widened. I was abandoned because you had that man's child, your own child?

No, this is not just abandonment, it is deception! Atuma is actually the wife of that man, everything about her is fake!
For a moment, all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined in Sal's heart, but they were soon replaced by those warm and happy memories. Sal's painful expression gradually became peaceful, and his mood changed from heavy to great joy. He sincerely wished: "That's great, Atuma! You can finally be yourself again."

No matter what complicated background, lies and conspiracies there are, this joy is the truth.

Sal grabbed Zhuo Yuting's hand and placed it on his face, then put his ear to her belly to listen to the sounds inside, his heart filled with joy.

From today on, Atuma no longer has to bear anything. In the past twelve years, she has been working hard to take care of everyone. She has led the barbarians out of the shadow of the witch god, freed everyone from their shackles, and brought them true happiness and joy. This is a future that the barbarians could never imagine or understand under the shadow of the witch god. "Sar, it's up to you to decide where our future is going." Zhuo Yuting said softly, "From now on, you are the king of the northern barbarians. You have power and you know how to love. When you grow up, I will give you the truth and freedom."

Zhuo Yuting took out Atuma's totem staff and handed it to Sal.

Thrall took the scepter. He knew that whoever held Atuma's scepter would be the greatest king of the northern barbarians. He would not refuse, because only he could truly relieve Atuma's worries.

Zhuo Yuting said: "I wanted to stay with you for another ten years, at least ten years, before the influence of the witch god can really disappear. But he is right. In fact, if Wuzhu Atuma continues to live, there is not much he can do for everyone. But my death will make everyone understand that the shadow of the witch god is still there."

"Atuma used his 'death' to truly unite the seventy-seven tribes. I will not let Atuma's efforts go to waste." Sal solemnly swore to Zhuo Yuting.

"Go, Sal, my Sal——!" Zhuo Yuting pushed Sal away, "Take care of every home for me!"

Thrall no longer lingered in his mother's arms. He walked towards the Lotus Gate and towards the night before dawn.

At dawn, the court of the Great Zhou issued a notice that Wuzhu Atuma, who was loved by all the northern barbarian tribes and the people of the Great Zhou, was kidnapped by the witch god rebels and unidentified assassins. Because he refused to support the rebellion and believed in the witch god, he was brutally killed.

The Emperor of the Great Zhou posthumously conferred the title of Holy Spirit Queen on Wuzhu Atuma and appointed her adopted son Sar as the Barbarian King to replace Wuzhu Atuma in her current position.

Wuzhu Atuma's "body" was "recovered", and her soul has entered the newly established ancestral soul land in the Great Zhou, guarding the barbarian people forever.

The emperor of the Great Zhou ordered a crystal coffin to be built for Queen Wuzhu so that the people could pay their respects. She lay in the crystal coffin, as peaceful as if she were asleep, surrounded by flowers.

Lu Ziqing was the first to come and pay respect. He had drawn this by himself, and it was absolutely perfect. After all, no one was more familiar with Wuzhu Atuma's body than him, no one! This was actually a soul scroll, so it truly contained Wuzhu Atuma's soul light. In fact, she herself could hear the sounds around the coffin from a distance.

The barbarians came to pay their respects with their elders and children, unable to believe that their beloved Atuma had left them. Tears washed the earth, and the barbarians kept shouting: "She is not dead! She just fell asleep!"

Thrall was in mourning and accepted the worship of many clan leaders and warriors. Although he was now the barbarian king and had no actual ruling power, but more of a spiritual leader, he was still the backbone and leader of the group.

"It was Abdul from the Womayya family who killed Atuma, right?" The anger of the warriors could almost ignite the clouds in the sky. Although the court's obituary only said that it was an "unidentified assassin", everyone understood that this was because the court had just reached a peace agreement with the other party and did not want to resort to war.

"It's not that simple. Abdul is just a clown. It was the followers of the witch god who really killed Atuma. They are like venom, seeping into our bones and blood."