The World Civilization Million Lords

Above the grasslands, the wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger.

However, holding his father's body and sitting in the snow, Batel, it seems that he did not feel the general motion.

"Bartell."

Listening to the familiar voice, Battelle turned his eyes slightly.

Looking at the middle-aged man standing beside him, his mouth was vainly a few times.

A hoarse voice made from his mouth...

"Uncle Mobigan..."

Looking at Bartle's lost look, Moby sighed in his heart.

"Big brother is dead, returning to the embrace of ‘Longevity,’ and you are the new leader of the Hanal tribe. You have to cheer up like a man.”

Mobigan’s reminder gave Bartel’s face a painful color.

The facial muscles that have been frozen by the snow are particularly distorted at this moment.

Looking at Batt's painful appearance, Mobigan's face was also showing some pain.

He has no children, so he has always raised Batt as his own child.

But now it seems that Big Brother and him, in the past, really guarded Battelle.

This child is indeed talented and brave.

But let's leave the talents, if you don't experience hardships and setbacks, how can you be a big man?

Moby, who repented of this matter in his heart, subconsciously shifted his gaze to the body of Big Brother Bileg.

The result, at first glance, made him see a trace of unusual.

"Bartell, the big brother's hand seems to be holding something."

Battelle, who heard this, obviously had a more change in his face.

The line of sight subconsciously looks at the hands of his father's body.

Sure enough, one of them held something in his hand.

After a confession in his heart, Battelle carefully opened his father's stiff fingers and took out the thing that was held in his hand.

"This is, animal skin?"

Grabbing the broken animal skin, Battel flashed a trace of doubt in his eyes.

He tried to unfold the animal skin and spread it on the snow.

At this time, Mobi Gan, who stood there, really looked at it, and suddenly opened...

"There seems to be a pattern on this animal skin."

Bartle did not respond, he also saw the pattern above.

However, this pattern is obviously only part of it.

With such a small piece, it was difficult for him to judge what the pattern on the animal skin was.

"The skin, the pattern..."

On the grassland, there is only one pattern that will be painted on the animal skin, that is the totem of each tribe!

Their prairie people will use the animal skin to make a banner.

In addition to the gods of the prairie people who believe in the eternal life, they will also draw the totems of their respective tribes.

In other words, this should be part of a totem.

Under this premise, there are few tribes that have the power to attack their Hanal tribes and kill other people.

In the mind of Battle, the thoughts flew.

Among the five major tribes, the totem style of each tribe constantly appeared in his mind.

And compare it with the totem in the hand.

Immediately, it seems that Battel’s fists are suddenly clenched.

"It's the totem of the Sunite tribe!!"

Mobigan heard this and jumped.

After all, he is older than Battelle in his twenties.

Life experience is obviously much richer than Battelle.

The instinct feels so a little bit wrong.

"Bartell, I think..."

Just when he wanted to say something, a man ran over with a panic.

"No, no, the leader of the Sunite tribe, Abucha, is carrying a lot of people to us!"

When he heard this, Batlton was very angry.

"It’s just right! Give me a bunch of people, all ready for battle!”

While talking, Battelle is going to murderously go there.

Mobigan saw him and quickly pulled him.

"Battle, you calm down, I don't think it's right. After all, why are the people of the Sunite tribe attacking our tribal camp?"

"A blizzard is blowing, everyone is short of food, and who is robbing? The cattle and sheep in the camp are all gone, and Abba still licks their totem fragments before they die. What's wrong?!"

The words of Battle made Mobigan unable to refute.

Watching Battelle, who is directly preparing to take people out of the camp.

Mobigan sighed heavily and eventually ran his head and followed it.

And at the same time the other side.

Abucha is also bringing his tribe's people to the Hanal tribe's camp quickly.

This time, he only brought three hundred people out.

After all, this wave is just to find Bileg to discuss.

Let the other party lose some cattle and sheep, and there is no intention to fight with the Hanal tribe.

Bringing too many people, it is easy to cause misunderstanding.

Well, it is also the leader of the leader. After many years, this is still there.

As a result, it was just near the periphery of the Hanal tribe.

A strong **** smell was shot directly on his face.

"What happened? How can there be such a heavy blood smell on the Hanal tribe?"

Just when Abucha thought so much~www.ltnovel.com~ a dense hoof in the distance passed directly.

At this time, the entire chest has been filled with anger and hatred, Batel, will not be polite to them.

Directly carrying the only remaining 500 men of the Hanal tribe, all the way to the rushing rush to the Abucha and others who have broken into his vision!

I don’t know what it is, and Abucha and others suddenly changed their faces.

At the moment, they naturally cannot sit still.

At the sight of the opposite people, Abucha quickly ordered the retreat.

Anyway, first withdraw the territory of your own tribe and say it.

However, at this time, the whole person is burning in the anger of Battelle obviously will not give up.

"Want to run? Give me chase!!"

With a roar, Batel’s goal was clear, and he stared up at Abucha.

Calculated at the age, this Abucha and Bielege are the same generation, and they are two or three years younger than Biele.

After getting old, that riding has long been worse than before.

How would it be Battelle’s opponent?

After all, if this time is not to discuss with Brigade, he will never come in person.

After all, at their age, they will not go to the battlefield long ago.

"Give me death!"

The distance between the two sides quickly approached. After some chasing, I saw Batel’s rifle in the hand.

That shot was quick and awkward.

Not waiting for the other party's reaction, it has already passed through the throat of Abucha.

Abucha, who was not eye-catching, had a round of eyes.

The still burly body fell directly from the horse.

Even when it was time to die, there was full of anger and stunned eyes.

At the same time, a team of cavalry is quietly approaching the periphery of the Sunite tribe...