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  "Ancestor, we can't stay here any longer, let's leave as soon as possible..."

  "Alright, A Jisulan, why are you always so timid? It's not worthy of your name." The newly appointed chief of the White Clan said impatiently. "Are you afraid of Wu Tu? Has he scared the guts out of you?"

  Aji Silan looked at the fearless and tense tribal chief, sighed deeply in his heart. This time, the White Clan is probably doomed to be destroyed.

  They were also a well-known tribe in this grassland at the beginning. When Wotu led the Wutu tribe to annex other tribes, only they, the White Tribe, managed to avoid being annexed by luck. However, even so, they could only wander around like a homeless dog, hiding and migrating everywhere.

  Ajislan was once proud of the bravery and ferocity of the White Tribe warriors, thinking that there were no enemies on the grasslands. However, after a battle with Wotu, he was defeated and still feels a lingering sense of unease to this day. Even their fierce and powerful old tribal leader was injured by that Wotu.

  The old tribal leader was stubborn and self-willed, refusing to listen to the advice of his tribesmen. Despite the heavy casualties among the brave warriors, he insisted on competing with the Wutu tribe again, leaving Arslan and others feeling disheartened. Last winter, the old tribal leader died from his injuries. After his death, a new tribal leader took over, and Arslan had hoped that the new leader would lead everyone to migrate to a new land, find a new place to survive, and take care of themselves first. However, the new tribal leader turned out to be even more foolish and stubborn than the old one.

  The new tribal leader, Yiled, not only refused to avoid the sharp edge of the Wutu tribe but also listened to the treacherous words of a cunning Zhao state person and led people to kill the Yin state merchant group that came and went from the Wutu tribe.

  Ards tried several times to persuade the patriarch to take the tribe away as soon as possible, so that the Ute tribe would not find them by following their tracks. However, Yilde did not participate in the war with the Ute tribe at all and had never seen how terrible Wotu was, so he didn't put his words in his heart at all.

  "But he's just a young man, about the same age as me, how formidable can he be? You're all so timid, are you still considered warriors of the White Clan?" Ilde drank a cup of strong liquor and said with great enthusiasm, "If he dares to come, that would be perfect! I'll cut off his head and use it as a wine container! Ah, this wine from Yin Country is really good. Once we rob a few dozen more merchant caravans, we'll have everything we want, hahaha!"

  "What a great temperament the Ilde tribe's chief has!" A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar walked in, his face full of smiles as he praised.

  Yi Le De met this person and wanted to chat with more like-minded people about "Female Leads and Male Seconds", "Popular Online Novels" or discuss favorite books with more book friends.