The sound of orders flew far in the night sky, and the entire camp of the Seventeenth Xianbei Tribe was ablaze with swords and swords, and was heavily guarded.
Xianbei can be regarded as a hero on the grassland. With many clan leaders sitting in charge, it calmed down in the shortest time. The bows and arrows were unsheathed, the cold light was shining, and there was no chaos.
If you don't mess up yourself, how can the outside world fish in troubled waters?
Two or three hours passed, and nothing unusual happened.
The assassin seems to have left.
I raised my head and looked at the sky. A little bit of dark blue was already showing through the dark sky in the distance. It was almost dawn.
After waving away the other clan leaders, the Xiongkuo clan clan leader slowly walked towards his tent. He had been tossing all night and had no sleep. He wanted to rest for a while and talk about tomorrow.
After entering the tent, I scanned the tent and found nothing unusual, and the guards all retreated.
When the leader of the Xiongkuo tribe saw that everyone had gone out, he slowly stretched out his hand, his palms filled with sweat, he frowned and let out a deep breath.
In all these years, I have never been so afraid. All of them were on their own territory, and they were attacked and killed by the other party whenever they wanted. It simply wiped out all their Xianbei dignity and messed up the situation.
The hearts of all of them.
So strong, they, they...
The thoughts in his heart were still fluctuating, and the corner of Xiong Kuo's eyes suddenly jumped. In the dark shadow of the tent, a figure was sitting there upright. The face hidden in the darkness was smiling slightly at him.
Yeluliu month, Yeluliu month.
"You..." The leader of the Xiongkuo clan was completely frightened. He pointed at Liu Yue who was sitting on his chair. He couldn't speak. His face was so twisted that he almost looked like he had seen a ghost.
"Don't talk, otherwise, my hands may become unstable." Behind him, at some point, a figure had already approached him, and his cold hands tightly clasped his neck.
The leader of the Xiongkuo clan was so frightened that he was captured without even thinking of resisting.