Chapter 365: Danwen's Journey of a Thousand Miles
About ten miles away from Paladin's abandoned city, there is the outpost of the Chaga Tent.
Since all the grassland tribes joined forces with the Great Khan to defeat the princes and nobles, and even pushed the outposts to the city gate on the border of the kingdom, this place has always been miserable and miserable under the rule of Paladin. The lonely and lonely place has sprouted new vitality.
Taking advantage of the warm weather and melting snow, the corpses of the soldiers in the fields were found somewhere to be buried. There were warriors and residents of the grassland walking back and forth on horseback, and it turned out to be a bit lively and prosperous.
Except for the men and horses training in the military camp, there are people selling food, cooking mutton soup, selling clothing, and nailing horseshoes in exchange for rice and flour, as well as some sideshows at the nearby tents and tents. , or singing freely on the plain, all took their respective positions here as the Great Khan took over. Looking around, one can see a vast expanse of colors and sounds, like flowers growing in the snow, outlining a lively and fresh style.
A battle in which blood flowed all over the land and gold and armor were intertwined. It should have brought about a lonely and desolate battle, but it could produce such a grand scene, which is also rare.
On this day, it was time for the Great Khan to defeat the Paladin army, capture the city, and wash away the fortress with blood.
The reason why it is said that the Great Khan won is because Chagatai Khan has gone through hundreds of battles with almost no defeat. According to the usual logic, of course he won the battle.
To say that the war eagles washed the pass with blood is undoubtedly because the city pass bluntly declared that it would fight to the death with all the grassland tribes until there was no more blood. Chagatai Khan is so compassionate that he will surely fulfill the last wish of the deceased.
The heavy snow has stopped, and the temperature in spring has gradually dropped under the sky of Chogolis. The frozen branches under the ice are gradually sprouting a few new leaves. It's just that a cold wind blew recently, and the temperature returned to the previous days, and it became cold again. As a result, there were fewer people outside the tent, and the livestock continued to lower their heads and chew their hay.
In a tent outside the settlement, a large crowd gathered. In the bright light and shadow, they sat on the ground covered with thick blankets and whispered to each other.
This is partly because somehow, even without using horse dung to light a fire, the temperature in this tent is exceptionally warmer than elsewhere, attracting many people to stay.
The other half of the reason is that there is a man in black here who is very popular with the Khan recently. He "travels all over the world and travels all over the continent to entertain himself after tea and meals." He has a strange name of "Morse". From time to time, he would take advantage of his interest and tell some anecdotes about the outer world with the Chogorians, gradually attracting many casual people.
The person in the center of the tent is about twenty years old, but his expression is much lighter than that of ordinary people of the same age. He is wrapped in a thick dark brown fur cloak, lined with black clothes, and has a thick leather felt hat on his head. He can barely be considered to be in the same season as the other characters in the tent.
"...When Rogal Dorn met his biological brother, although his face was as cold as a stone, he was very excited on the inside. He wanted to teach Perturabo and opened his heart to him. .
"It's a pity that this stubborn rock has been living in the bitter cold land of glaciers for a long time. The wind and snow are howling. Even the men from Chogoris have to wrap up their fur jackets tightly and retract their necks into their collars to carry it when they go to Nainwit. The air-conditioning of the ice and snow is born in this place, and the words in the mouth are naturally reduced. It is best to put the meaning of the words clearly on the table and spread them out.
"This. In terms of temperament, even if you meet someone who is open-minded, you will inevitably have some resentment. Now that I have bumped into the Lord of Steel whose heart has turned over and over again, how can I still handle it? After just a few words, Perturabo was so angry that he couldn't speak. He wondered whether there was an error in his understanding, or whether it was Rogal Dorn who did this intentionally and insisted on poking his anger.
“Considering that this was his biological brother, a blood relative who had been living abroad for many years, the Lord of Iron patiently asked Dorne if he needed some help to repair his Ice City, the palace that protects him. Roger Dorn was thinking about being polite and wanted to thank his brother. He praised him for his kindness, which saved him a lot of effort. "
Hearing this, there was a burst of deep laughter in the camp. The soldiers with their coats draped across their shoulders and their comrades were lip-syncing to each other with the words in the story, laughing and pushing them lightly.
Morse also had a slight expression on his face. It is probably a matter of course that a story that can make the audience applaud will also be liked by those on the stage.
He clapped the empty cup in his hand.
"This is amazing! What Donne said is not just that his brother's help is effortless and much cheaper than other people's work? A burst of anger It went straight to the head. How could the Lord of Steel bear it? He threw the ground and said, "You wait," then turned around and threw away his hands, striding away..."
A burst of complicated noise suddenly came from outside. , it is not difficult to guess that the troops of the Great Khan are returning to camp. The hearts of the people in the tent immediately flew to Khan's body, and they couldn't bear to part with the story being told here. They almost wished that their hearts could be used in two ways, their body split in half, and they could be in two places at the same time.
Seeing this situation, Morse did not press for it. He stopped talking, knocked the empty cup, and said with a smile: "This encounter between steel and stone is like the collision of ice and fire. What is the difference between the two of you?" Even though their heads were bruised and their feelings were broken, they still looked at each other and made peace with each other, holding hands, so we can talk about it next time. "
The people in the tent left one after another, the curtains were raised and opened, and the faint light that came through the gaps came and went. Morse carried the jug next to him, put it on the table under his hand, and poured himself into an empty glass the milk wine brewed locally in Goris.
This drink warms the body and stimulates the appetite, relaxes the muscles and activates the muscles and joints, and tastes sour and spicy. As an inhuman body, Morse's body is empty and he doesn't have much preference for stimulation. However, the fresh energy of tasting wine has not passed away recently, so he drinks two glasses from time to time, or takes out a bowl and fills it up. , drink it up in big gulps.
He stared at the milky white milk wine that looked like a full moon in the glass, and occasionally stopped for a while, thinking about something far away in the other side of the Milky Way based on the shadow reflected in the glass of wine. When he said goodbye to Konrad Coze that day, he already knew a little bit about what was happening in the world. Except for the meeting with Malcador and Magnus in the illusion, the secret code on the table of the Seal Master who ruled the country had never had a chance to read clearly. Malcador and him knew the whereabouts of the Primarchs , shared them one by one.
At that time, he asked for a guarantee from Coze. He knew that at least the seventh and eighth legions would go to the Satrada Abyss to help, so he let him go. Secretly worried, he expected to bring back the few remaining Primarchs to avoid long nights and many dreams, and the current situation would create more troublesome people like Konrad Curze.
After that, he also knew that under the arrangement of Malcador's wisdom, the eldest male lion in the sequence was destined to suffer an early disaster from the wild wolf.
Magnus couldn't stand Mortarion's annoyance, so he finally felt sorry for himself and escaped from Terra. On the way, Konrad Curze said a few words and deceived him into Kiaval's satellite Lycaeus. I don't know what kind of trouble I'm going to run into.
I don’t know how many interesting things Magnus can do after he finds himself plunged into the territory of Murkrow. After all, no matter how sure things are, they can often be messed up by the Red Lord.
In this way, if No. 11, whose situation no one knew, was included in the calculation, all that was left for Morse was a war eagle gliding through the wind and sky on the grassland.
This is the reason why he took the cliff boat alone and wandered here.
Now that he had found the Emperor's heir, Morse considered whether he should start writing the long letter for Perturabo.
He was about to get paper and pen from the air, but suddenly, a gust of cold air came along the opened tent curtain, scurrying like a silver snake, rolling around in the tent in the blink of an eye, and the light filled the tent in the blink of an eye.
A huge figure at the door was bending to lift the curtain. A pair of eagle eyes stared at him, making eye contact with him.
"Great Khan," Mors said loudly, pouring the wine glass in his hand to the visitor, and did not ask about Chogoris's war, but just asked calmly: "When you get to this door, why don't you come in with honor? "
Chagatai Khan returned victoriously. He first went back to his tent to unload his armor and rest his muscles and bones.
Although he was protected from the cold and heat, he still wrapped himself in a fur coat, put down his tightly tied hair, put on his hat, and then came to Morse alone.
The Khan put down the curtain and came in, found a flat blanket for himself, sat down on the floor, put the knife flat on his knees, and raised his eyebrows: "These legendary stories you have told recently, some of them are true and some of them are false. ?”
“The story is ninety-nine percent true, with a little bit of falsehood.” Morse said slowly, blowing into the air and said, “Just like in this tent, ninety-nine percent of it is true. It's the aura of Chogoris, mixed with the clouds from the sky."
The Khan was very curious: "There is still a trace of fabrication."
"How can you? Looking at your close relatives, it seems that they really have that kind of temper!" Morse laughed.
Khan smiled but said nothing, his vision was clear, and his posture was similar to that of a raptor returning from a hunting expedition.
Morse shook his head: "Well, I see you can also guess that lie. But whoever heard this story, how can there be any reason for the guess to be inaccurate? At the moment, the power of heaven has not arrived, and the holy face has not yet been seen, you and me Why don't you speak frankly."
"Then I will speak frankly about this matter." Khan and Morse looked at each other with a sneer, as if they had just seen each other in a few days. They are like-minded people who share the same interests.
Khan moved his mouth, and Morse also moved his mouth, followed by a sudden burst of laughter. For a moment, he couldn't tell whose mouth it came from.
Morse took the second copper bowl and put it on the table. While pouring the wine, he said to Chagatai Khan: "I will teach you a move. You can put it in his hands in the future." Go in front of him and laugh in front of him, right?"
Khan reached out to take the bowl and said with a smile: "Thank you!"
(End of this chapter)