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"It's attracting me..."

"I will pray there for the prosperity of Daxia and the tribe..."

After speaking, he tilted his neck.

With a bang, he collapsed heavily.

"Daddy!"

Cha Ming Wei Rou let out a heart-wrenching roar, almost breaking his throat, which made people feel distressed.

The clansmen around them all knelt down and put their foreheads on the ground.

The unique songs of the grassland are chanted in their mouths, and they will only be sung after the death of respected people. They firmly believe that such songs can send people to the pure and holy mountains of the grassland.

The entire Jieting was instantly plunged into misery and depression!

Qin Yun didn't know what to say, so he could only hug Cha Ming Wei Rou.

Her tears wet her temples, mixed with her father's blood, which made people worry.

"Woooooooo..."

"Your Majesty, my father is dead."

"He died fighting for the Horde."

"And Auntie, big brother and the others..."

She shouted incoherently, hugging Qin Yun tightly with both hands.

Like a child who has lost a toy, he is desperately seeking the embrace of his family.

Qin Yun's eyes turned red when he heard the sound.

"Don't be afraid, you still have me!"

"I am your family."

"Zazahar's ethnic group has lost a leader, but there is still me, and I will shelter them from the wind and rain."

"This is my promise to you."

As he said that, there was a murderous look in his eyes!

"Two days, at most two days, I will give you all an explanation!!"

Chapter 442 Revenge for the heroic souls who died in the frontier!

It was said that all the tribe members and soldiers of the Zhazahar tribe knelt down and worshiped him collectively.

"Please, His Majesty Khan, avenge us!"

"I am willing to follow His Majesty!"

boom!

The sound of kowtow came clearly to my ears.

They seemed to smash their foreheads.

Qin Yun could see the trace of anger and bloodlust in their fearful eyes.

The ethnic group is destroyed, the leader is killed, it can be said that the family is destroyed!

Qin Yun looked at Chaming Weirou who was crying in his arms until he fainted, and then looked at the Zhazahar people who were kneeling around him.

A heavy sense of responsibility is added to him!

Their tragedy was actually borne by themselves!

Take a deep breath and let out a thunderous sound.

"I promise to avenge your blood and blood!"

"Not only you, but also the Tengshe tribe and the Dalilun tribe, I will not just sit idly by."

"My God, I'll be the one!"

"The murderer's head must fall to the ground, in order to sacrifice to the spirits of Chief Mingmu and others in heaven!"

After finishing speaking, Qin Yun's face became ruthless, and he drew a knife and cut his fingertips, which was regarded as a blood oath!

"Thank you, Your Majesty God Khan!"

Tens of thousands of people knelt down, choked up in pain, and were extremely grateful.

"Report!!"

"Your Majesty, a large-scale nine coalition forces have appeared five miles away. They seem to realize that we are short of manpower and have caught up."

The roar of the scout quickly made the sad scene tense.

Three thousand imperial troops, tens of thousands of officers and soldiers, all with fighting intent in their eyes.

Invisibly, the aura suddenly changed!

Yan Zhong stepped forward and immediately said: "Your Majesty, you should retreat first, the minister is here to stop the rear."

Followed by.

In Zazahar's group, a giant black man eight feet tall walked out. He was injured a lot, but his eyes were still piercing.

Burning with mad flames of vengeance.

It's like a mix of Han Chinese and grassland people.

Weng Liweng said angrily: "Your Majesty, the iron tower of the villain, the former leader of Cha Mingmu is a warrior."

"The tribe still has [-] battle-ready soldiers, and the villain is willing to lead them, and the queen will be cut off!"

Qin Yun glanced at him, showing admiration, this black guy is very strong, even a burly guy like Yan Zhong is two sizes smaller.

"Very good, from now on you will be in charge of the army of the Zhazahar tribe, and you will be granted the title back to the imperial capital!"

"Now you are responsible for escorting Empress Chaming and your people back to Pancheng."

Chaming Wei Rou's pale face, conditioned reflex: "How about you, Your Majesty?"