Fish swimming around the world

The eight masters were heartbroken. They had never been able to get rid of this man's control for three years, but he actually appeared in the grassland with a high-sounding appearance, and was even an honored guest.

That's right, it was the eight masters who were poisoned, used in battles, and even forced to write declarations of surrender.

Appearing secretly in Jiang Fan's tent, the eight people looked at the young man in front of them with mixed feelings.

Jiang Fan smiled happily and kindly: "Oh, we are all old friends. How are you always?"

What a great leg, grandma! The eight people almost unanimously cursed inwardly. On the surface, he looked respectful and bowed his hands in salute: "Greetings to your lord, may your lord be well—"

Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Come on, I'm still in good health. You all want me to die."

Balu and Guo Ergan, the strongest among the eight, are now the chief and deputy leaders of the miserable team. Balu hurriedly stepped forward: "Your Majesty is joking, I don't dare."

"I don't dare, it's not that I don't want to..." Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

The eight people were all panicked and didn't know how to respond. Jiang Fan smiled: "Okay, come and sit down. I have summoned you here to discuss something."

After the uneasy eight people sat down, Jiang Fan coughed and said, "I am here. Obviously I am your king's distinguished guest. I don't need to say more about this."

"I understand, I understand." Not only was Guoer dare not bold, but he was very humble.

"You don't need to ask, you just need to know that King Zuo Xian and I are working closely with Anda. If you don't believe me, you can ask. As for me inviting you here, I don't mean to ask you to betray your tribe, but there are two things you need to do."

Guoer dared and others looked at each other, and they must have seen the situation in front of them. Guoer dared to say: "If this is the case, please give me your instructions."

Jiang Fan nodded: "Your efforts are not in vain. Every time you do one of these three things, you will be relieved of one layer of restraint."

A total of three layers of restraints were expected to be lifted. When the eight people heard this, they immediately became energetic. The past three years have been so miserable. Who doesn't want to regain their freedom as soon as possible.

"But if you don't do it carefully..." Jiang Fan's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "Your life will be gone. No one will send you antidote on time, no one will unlock the formation for you, but you will Someone gave your certificate of nomination to Du Meng."

The eight people had white hair and sweat all over their bodies, and they all said in unison that they didn't dare.

"First," Jiang Fan said: "While I am in Northern Xinjiang, you must be responsible for protecting our safety. Remember, hide in the dark..."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I'll understand later." Guo'er promised immediately after he dared to listen carefully to Jiang Fan's words.

"Second, you are responsible for inquiring and delivering news to me. The Four Kings of the Grassland, the Royal Court of the Golden Tent, including the Crescent Princess, must report any disturbance as soon as possible."

This was a bit difficult, but the eight of them agreed without hesitation.

"Third, follow my orders at any time and do whatever I ask you to do. Don't worry, I won't let you assassinate the king or kill the king, nor will I let you harm the tribe."

Of course, the eight of them had no other choice and simply agreed.

Jiang Fan smiled: "Very good. It would have been so pleasant if we had had such a good conversation back then. Why did we end up in such trouble?"

This scolding in the eight people's minds, how did you speak so well in the first place? Don't you have some clues in your mind?

"Now..." Jiang Fan said with a smile, "I have something for you to do..."

Montaigne was greatly surprised and wondered when Jiang Fan conquered eight powerful barbarians. They couldn't help but ask questions after they got out.

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "It was something I did easily last time. I didn't think of how to use it at the time. Now I finally have the opportunity. It's only right to be prepared, hahaha."

How could Montaigne not see that these eight guys were definitely coerced by the prince: "Although the prairie barbarians don't have much scheming, they are ferocious enough. When the prince uses them, try not to break the limit."

Jiang Fan nodded: "I understand this. These eight guys have no choice but to obey orders. Don't worry, their limits are lower than you think."

Montaigne said: "From these eight people, we can see that there are indeed many strong people under King Zuo Xian's command."

"Not only King Zuoxian..." Jiang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

As we all know, the Chinese have eight hundred saints. Although it may not be accurate, but with the unknown hidden masters, it will not be too much.

But there are also rumors of six hundred warrior saints among the barbarians. On the vast grassland, with tens of millions of warlike barbarian populations, it is not surprising that there are six hundred warrior saints, but the problem is that the grassland has a very strong cohesion compared to the fragmented Chinese people today. , Therefore, it is impossible for any country to challenge the barbarians alone. Only a unified and powerful empire could forcibly compete with the barbarians, and this was not the external reason why Jiang Fan and the Empress wanted to unify the world.

Jiang Fan has analyzed more than once why the grasslands are more united than the Chinese. After studying many factors, he finally discovered that there is a very interesting phenomenon that should never be ignored, which is totem belief.

The barbarians in the bitter cold land have been lacking in materials since ancient times, and the people's lives are extremely miserable. This also makes it difficult for them to develop civilization quickly. And ignorance and backwardness naturally lead to people's increasing need for spiritual sustenance, so under the intentions of the rulers With this push, Changshengtian became the only god they believed in. Subsequently, the White Wolf God, representing the Immortal Heaven, became the only messenger of the gods in the human world.

It is unclear when these things came from, but they are now deeply engraved in the bones of both rulers and people.

Therefore, Jiang Fan never gave up the idea of ​​launching an attack on faith. He could use it or destroy it. In short, he always paid attention to the changes in time and situation. He never relaxed.

Therefore, this Fuli Conference was also an opportunity for him to understand the faith of the grassland better.

And today, he also met for the first time the envoy sent by the Golden Horde, which represented Changshengtian in exercising power in the world.

Baturu, the most powerful general under the command of the Great Wolf Lord.

The Great Wolf Lord did not come in person, but only sent Baturu, which was enough.

This person seemed to weigh nearly 400 kilograms, like a moving black tower. A fierce breath like a prehistoric beast came to his face, making people feel depressed. Some timid people might feel suffocated in front of him.

This is Baturu, the first warrior of the grassland, and also the father of Bater, the first warrior of the young generation.

He sat in the middle. In fact, in terms of status, he was no more noble than the four kings, but he represented the Great Wolf Lord, so no one had any objections.

Next to him were the two kings of the grassland, Zuoxian King Du Meng and Hunxie King Hemur. Zuoxian King showed up because the meeting place was at the intersection of his tribe and Hunxie King's tribe, and he was just a witness.

The real protagonists were Jiang Fan and Hunxie King.