The tall barbarian raised his head slightly. The sky was dark, overcast in layers of clouds, and reflected into his eyes that seemed to contain an abyss.

He whispered to an unknown god in the sky:

"The goddess of our Heavenly Wolf's Eighteen Tribes... is the cleanest spirit on the prairie. Even the wind wanted to kiss her skirt. All living creatures bow their head before her. Where she sings and dances, herds of cattle and sheep will gather the following year, lush vegetation and countless flowers will bloom under the feet of the Goddess of Longevity..."

His voice had a strange rhythm to it, resembling a pastoral song from the savanna.

"This general,..." said the barbarian prince. "You people have seized our pastures, hollowed out the heart of the earth, and robbed our Goddess away. Now you ask why we have come; it is truly too absurd!

"Your country's philosophy has lasted since ancient times, educating thousands of people. Did they teach you how to be a thief? Even if you are from the Black Iron Camp, there is only one of you here. I advise you to step aside, give me the bastard child, let him become the fire that will appease Chang Sheng Tian*, to soothe the grievance of the Goddess that had been defiled. I really...simply can not look at his face!"

* Mongolia's supreme and eternal God, referred to as "Chang Sheng Tian". In short, this term is generally just another way to say "god".

Ge Pang Xiao's heart was in a mess, but after hearing this, he could generally understand parts of the situation: "Big brother, he said bastard...," he coughed, "Is that you?"

Chang Geng was already irritated, and he coldly replied: "Can you talk less?"

"The prince has said things like this..." Shen Yi shook his head helplessly: "Truly a villain who accuses first! It is futile for the two of us to stand here trying to trace back the reason for the Northern Expedition fourteen years ago. If you want to battle, then come forward!"

These words were as firm as a nail. Low walls on two sides of the narrow path were pushed down by two rows of Northern Barbarian soldiers whose heights were even taller than the wall itself. They divided into two groups, surrounding Shen Yi and Chang Geng in their killing intent.

Shen Yi took a short sword from his armor and handed it to Chang Geng: "Your Highness, be careful!"

Teacher Shen spoke politely, but his hand was sneaky: his sentence was not yet finished, but he had already acted first.

The back of the Black Armor spurted out nearly three meters of steam. The blades from the Wind Slasher in his hand shrieked and darted out like a whirlwind, as bright as a blizzard, and the three barbarian warriors who were closest to him were caught off guard, their golden boxes were crushed all at once, their Heavy Armors instantly deadlocking them in place.