From star abyss

Northwest of the Principality of Oshuria, the tribe of Khan Sodaren.

In June, there is a white disaster, cattle and sheep die, and people eat each other.

Snap, snap, snap.

The endless line of troops could not be seen. The numb and hungry people trampled on the frost-covered grass, migrating towards the southern kingdom with their only family horses.

The temperature has become unimaginably cold.

No matter where it is, cold is the mortal enemy of life, and the grassland is not prepared for the sudden cold wave. June is the time when the water and grass are rich and the sheep are fat. No one will face this drastic change.

The Khan's warriors supervised the refugee team on horseback, not to help them disperse the herds and avoid risks. First, they were afraid that they would gather in groups and rob each other, and second, they were to prevent them from joining the enemy tribe's camp.

As for the southern kingdom? If they can go anywhere, let them go.

The goshawk screamed and landed on Kuo Hetai's shoulder, shaking its wings to clear away the heavy snow. Kuo Hetai took out a frog leg from his arms, fed it to the goshawk, and said with emotion: "The world is unpredictable, this time After a heavy snowstorm, even feeding the eagles can only give them frog legs."

General Natuo next to him sneered:

"Supervisor Kuohetai, thank you for being in the mood to fly. When the Great Khan comes back from his expedition, he will see the grassland in this state. Let's see what you do."

"How can we avoid natural disasters and man-made disasters? In what age are herdsmen immune to disasters, let alone the white disaster in June? Whose family has food stored during this season?"

Kuo Hetai behaved like a hob, and it was completely messed up.

"You are too lazy to pretend. At least send people around to search, organize a ceremony, and comfort Changshengtian. Then at least give the Khan an explanation."

"In a year of great calamity, you still have to offer sacrifices to heaven? It doesn't make sense. Let me put it bluntly, there is no way to manage these refugees, just let them fend for themselves."

Kohetai put a blindfold on the eagle, put it in the cage, turned around and sat down, and said to General Natuo:

"It's just that the general really thinks that God is angry?"

General Natuo took it for granted and said: "I haven't heard of snow anywhere in the huge Xingyuan, but there is a white disaster in our grassland. If not the gods are angry, who else can it be?"

"Hey, General, what you said is wrong." Kuo Hetai poured a glass of kumiss and said slowly: "I just asked the goshawks and warriors to patrol. The scope of this white disaster will be over once it leaves the grassland."

"The land is high and the sea is far away. The weather on the grassland is like this. Who knows which wind brought it here. What's so strange about it."

"It's fine if it's a natural disaster, but what if there's someone behind it?"

Kuohetai Supervisor Si Youyou said:

"Those southern kingdoms have always coveted the grassland given by God. Our warriors are extremely powerful, and our war horses trample the world. But if there are no people, there will be nothing on the grassland except wild wolves and swamps that can stop them from going north."

"How can you know about military affairs if you are a writer?"

Nato was not impressed at all:

"You are unfounded. The southern kingdoms are all a bunch of weaklings. The great Sodaren Khan has already signed a mutual aid contract with the White Wolf God. Even the demigods do not dare to risk attacking us. What is more important now is , the Great Khan will be back soon, and as the supervisor, you have to do something."

"General Dato, don't panic, I have another trump card here."

Supervisor Kohetai unveiled the tapestry and pointed to the depths of the snow:

"A few years ago, some herdsmen saw traces of a dragon half a month's journey east of Kuoshuitan."

"Dragon? I'm afraid the Superintendent is joking. The dragons in Jingyuan are all within the alliance's inherent time domain and have joined the war gang. They are led by Centurion Bastwell. Where do the dragons come from in this vast grassland?"

"That's not just an ordinary dragon. The herdsmen who witnessed it claimed that the guy was covered in gold, with sail-shaped wings like waves, a majestic posture, and an extremely noble demeanor. Moreover, it was wrapped with a curse, and it was distorted when the light shined on it - I think, most of the time It came down from the abyss."

"This is really true..." General Natuo narrowed his eyes: "A high-ranking dragon came down from the abyss, which means that he is cursed and has almost no fighting power, but he is a free treasure - such a good thing, why didn't you come earlier? explain."

"I told you earlier, wouldn't my trump card be gone?"

Kuo Hetai chuckled and said:

"General Dato, I know that the Great Khan has left you a team of timid warriors. You are the most capable warrior in our Sodanlon tribe. You have reached the secret Kelong (15th) level at a young age. In addition to those five If you are a cowardly Xue Bing, take that golden dragon and offer it to the Great Khan, he will naturally not blame you and me for the White Disaster."

"Kohetai, you Kuohtai, I can see that you are really patient and don't do anything."

Nato was delighted:

"Okay, Supervisor Kuohetai, I will do as you say. I will pack my bags and set out to hunt dragons tomorrow."

After saying that, Natuo opened the door and swaggered into the wind and snow. After a while, he heard the sound of horse hoofs neighing.

Supervisor Kuo Hetai sat by the stove, continued to pour kumiss, drank in silence and waited.

call--

Soon after, the blanket was lifted again, and a slim woman wearing herdsmen's clothes slowly walked in. She took off the feather-crown felt hat on her head, and sat on the main seat like a man with a golden sword. said:

"How are you doing, Ranmallock?"

She raised her head and stared at Supervisor Kuohetai in front of her with dark golden vertical pupils:

The original nomadic civil servants were gone, replaced by a brand new look.

His whole body was wrapped in blue armor, with porcelain-like skin. He was completely transformed into the head of a divine knight, wrapped in a lion-like helmet. He had no facial features and no eyes. The lower end of the armor slowly cracked, which seemed to represent his slight opening. He opened his mouth, knelt down on one knee respectfully to the woman, caressed her breasts and said:

"Your Majesty Shergenia, you are finally willing to meet your loyal Ice Apostle, but why have you changed your body..."

"Well, something went wrong. The main body was repaired in the dream. Fortunately, this alcoholic girl has a good body and can still use my charm. I'll just use it for now."

Rednia held her chin and said casually:

"Speaking of which, how did you do with the things I arranged for you?"

"Back under the crown of the Goddess of Truth, I followed your instructions and created an extreme cold wave, which froze to death about 10,000 people and 80,000 livestock. The Sodaren tribe was basically severely damaged and was unable to organize the herdsmen in various towns. We can allow them to become refugees and leave their homes.”

Lan Malok said carefully:

"These sheep and horse herders are good at showing off their bravery and fighting, and they have not noticed that I am lurking among them. Over the years, I have figured out the entire grassland power. If you want to know anything, just ask me, and your apostle will answer everything. "

"Well, I don't have many doubts. There are no people on the grassland. It is a green desert. No matter how many treasures there are, they have to be developed by others."

Rednia knocked on the table lightly, and Lan Malok immediately took out a beautiful jade cup, filled it with wine, and brought it over:

"What Your Majesty is saying is that I am driving these nomads away from the grassland. They will reach the border of Oshuria in about a month."

"Approximately how many people are there?"

"The weather is cold and supplies are insufficient. By that time, only about 120,000 people will survive. But you can rest assured that they can survive the cold winter, which means they are all excellent varieties that have withstood the test of nature."

"120,000? Not enough, this is not enough."

Rednia held her chin, thinking:

"According to the birth rate, if these 120,000 people join in, the entire Oshuria will only have an increase of 1 million people in ten years. Doubling it is not enough. At least 2 million people must be introduced."