On the grassland, the wind and snow are blowing harder and harder.

However, Battelle, who was holding his father's body and sitting in the snow, remained motionless as if he had no feeling.

"Bartelle."

Listening to that familiar voice, Battle's eyes turned slightly.

Looking at the middle-aged man standing next to him, he opened his mouth a few times.

A hoarse voice came from his mouth...

"Uncle Mobigan..."

Looking at Battle's devastated look, Mobigan sighed secretly.

"My eldest brother is dead and has returned to the embrace of Changshengtian. From now on, you will be the new leader of the Hanar tribe. You must cheer up and act like a man."

Mobigan's reminder put a look of pain on Bart's face.

The facial muscles frozen by the wind and snow looked particularly distorted at this moment.

Seeing Battle's miserable appearance, Mobigan also showed a bit of pain on his face.

He had no children, so he always raised Barter as his own child.

But now it seems that the eldest brother and he were too protective of Battle in the past.

This kid is indeed extremely talented and brave.

But no matter how talented you are, if you don’t go through hardships and setbacks, how can you be able to hold a big position?

Mobigan, who felt regretful about this incident, subconsciously shifted his gaze to the body of his eldest brother Bileg.

As a result, at this glance, he saw something unusual.

"Battle, brother seems to be holding something in his hand."

After hearing this, Battle's expression changed obviously.

His eyes subconsciously looked towards the hands of his father's body.

Sure enough, one of the hands was holding something.

After a moment of remorse, Battelle carefully opened his father's stiff fingers and took out the thing that was in his hand.

"Is this an animal skin?"

Grasping the broken piece of animal skin, a trace of doubt flashed in Battle's eyes.

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

At this time, Mobigan, who was standing there, saw it clearly and immediately spoke...

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

Battle didn't respond, he also saw the pattern on it.

However, this pattern is obviously only part of it.

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

"Animal skins, patterns..."

On the grasslands, there is only one pattern painted on animal skins, and that is the totem of each tribe!

They grassland people would make flags out of animal skins.

In addition to the common god ‘Eternal Life’ that the grassland people believe in, they will also draw the totems worshiped by their respective tribes on it.

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

Under this premise, there are very few tribes that have the strength to attack their Hanar tribe and kill all other tribesmen.

Thoughts were racing in Bart's mind.

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

And compare it with the totem in your hand.

Immediately, Battle suddenly clenched his fists as if he thought of something.

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

Mobigan's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

After all, he is more than twenty years older than Battle.

Obviously, he has much richer life experience than Battle.

I instinctively felt that something was not right.

"Bartelle, I think..."

Just when he was about to say something, a man ran over with a look of panic on his face.

"No, it's not good. Abucha, the leader of the Sunit tribe, is heading towards us with many troops!"

When Bart heard this, he immediately laughed in anger.

"You're here just in time! Gather my troops and get them all ready for battle!"

While talking, Battle was about to rush there with murderous intent.

When Mobigan saw this, he quickly grabbed him.

"Battle, calm down, I think something is wrong. After all, why did the people of the Sunit tribe attack our tribal camp?"

"When a blizzard blows, everyone is short of food. Who should be robbed? All the cattle, sheep and horses in the camp are gone, and my father was still holding fragments of their totem in his hand before he died. What's wrong?!"

Battle's words made Mobigan unable to refute.

Looking at Barter who was about to lead people out of the camp.

Mobigan sighed heavily, and finally had the courage to follow.

And at the same time on the other side.

Abucha is also leading his own tribe's men and horses to quickly approach the Hanar tribe's camp.

This time, he only brought out three hundred troops.

After all, this wave of people just came to Bileg for an explanation.

It's okay to let the other party pay some cattle and sheep, and there is no intention of starting a war with the Hanar tribe.

Bringing too many people may lead to misunderstandings.

After all, he is still a leader. After so many years, he still has some brains.

As a result, we were just approaching the outskirts of the Hanar tribe.

A strong smell of blood hit his face directly in the wind.

"What's going on? Why is there such a strong smell of blood here in the Hanar tribe?"

Just when Abucha was thinking this.

A dense sound of horse hooves came directly from the distance.

At this time, Battle, whose entire chest was filled with anger and hatred, would not be polite to them.

He directly took the remaining 500 or so horses of the Hanar tribe with him, and galloped all the way towards Abucha and others who had already entered his field of vision!

Abcha and others, who had no idea what was going on, suddenly changed their expressions on the spot.

In the current situation, they naturally cannot sit still and wait for death.

Seeing the large number of people on the opposite side, Abucha quickly ordered a retreat.

No matter what, let's retreat to our own tribe's territory first.

However, Battelle, who was furious at this time, obviously would not give up.

"Want to run? Chase me!!"

With a roar, Battelle had a clear goal and chased after Abcha while staring straight at him.

Calculating their ages, this Abucha and Bileg are of the same generation, and are only two or three years younger than Bileg.

As I get older, my riding skills are no longer as good as before.

How could he be Battelle's opponent?

After all, if this matter was not for the purpose of seeking an explanation from Bileg, he would never come in person.

After all, at their age, they would no longer go to the battlefield in person.

"Die!"

The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed, and after a chase, Battelle was seen holding a spear in his hand.

The spear struck fast and hard.

Without even waiting for the other party to react, it penetrated Abucha's throat.

Abcha, who was still dead, had his eyes widened.

The relatively burly body fell directly from the horse.

Even when he died, his eyes were still full of shock, anger and confusion.

At the same time, on the other side, a group of cavalry quietly approached the outskirts of the Sunit tribe...

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