Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard Chapter 14: Goal, Fernando City! (Two)

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North of Eslar mainland, South Taren prairie.

Kailim rode his beloved horse "Hoarfrost" and looked far away. In the distance is the northern line of defense for mankind, Thor Fortress. For 200 years, the most elite army of mankind has been stationed there, and the orc army that has always wanted to go south is turned away.

"Kailim~" From a distance, a young man rode a horse and ran wildly, calling Kailim's name as he ran.

Kelim pulled his horse on the rein, and the beloved "Hoarfrost" under the seat slowly turned his head.

The young man on the horse ran to Kailimu's side, pulled the horse's reins, and raised the front hoofs of the black horse under the seat, and the horse's mouth screamed.

"Lugman, what are you doing?" Kailim asked at the young man who was riding the horse.

"Kailim, the chief wants you to go back immediately. There is a very important thing."

Kay Limu patted "Hai Shuang" gently on the neck, "Hai Shuang" let out a brisk cry, and immediately left, Lugman left behind.

In a moment, Kailim returned to the camp, where his ancestors have lived for hundreds of years.

"Kailim, you are back." Everyone who saw Kailim in the camp actively greeted him.

"Hoarfrost" carried Kailimu to a large tent and stopped gently.

Kailim jumped to the ground, ignored the words of others, jumped open the tent curtain, and strode in.

The huge tent is full of people. Seeing Kailimu came back, an elderly man in white sitting in the middle pointed to a felt ball next to him and motioned Kailim to sit down.

Kelim changed his normal behavior and bowed respectfully, but sat there quietly.

The elder smiled slightly and said, "Since Kailim is back, let's continue with the topic just now. We have 166 camps of the Kle in the South Talun grassland, and more than 10 million people have been We all hope that we can restore the glory of our ancestors and re-establish the Clay Empire."

A middle-aged man wearing a gray and white dress with a sharp head said: "Chief Abdul, your wish is naturally good, but I don't think that His Majesty the Emperor will promise us the restoration of the Clay clan."

"Fart." A sturdy male voice rang out: "Keliai, you guy, you sing against the chief every time."

Claire, wearing an off-white costume, shook his head and said: "Don't forget, no king will watch his territory split, even if he is already an old lion in a state of sickness."

Chief Abdul in white clothes stretched out his hands, and the entire tent was suddenly silent.

Chief Abdul said softly: "Recovering the glory of our ancestors is the dream of our Clay people. I believe that every descendant of the great **** will contribute to this ideal..."

Kriai shook his head, interrupted Chief Abdul’s words, and retorted: "Chief Abdul, perhaps you should reconsider. For 200 years, although our people have been divided into hundreds Tribes, but we don’t have to worry about survival at all. As long as we work hard, we will naturally have fat lamb. We don’t have to migrate every day to avoid the attacks of orcs like our ancestors."

Chief Abdul said: "Kriai, my child, do you think we should not build our own country?"

Keliai said: "The establishment of our own country is not for the people to live a happy and safe life. Now that we have achieved this, why bother to do so? If the empire does not agree to our requirements, then perhaps we will have to fight. We met. Not far from here is the Thor Fortress. If something unpleasant really happens, it might give those savage orcs a chance to take advantage of it."

Chief Abdul looked at Kriai, then at the other people in the tent, and still whispered: "Who else has Kriai's point of view?"

Several people in off-white clothes hesitated and did not speak.

"Very good." 　 Chief Abdul showed a smile on his face, "It seems that my child is more naughty than Kriai, I think, maybe our great **** needs you to serve him. "

As soon as the voice fell, Kerim grew up, and a white light appeared from Kerim's waist and quickly flashed across Kerim's neck.

Kriai looked at Chief Abdul incomprehensibly, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything. Keliai touched his neck with his hand, and his bald head fell to the ground behind his body. The last thought in Kriai's heart flashed: "I know that person's back, who is it?"

Seeing Kailimu kill Patriarch Kriai, the entire tent suddenly became chaotic.

Chief Abdul coughed slightly, and everyone immediately calmed down and sat obediently in their seats.

Chief Abdul said with a slight sorrow: "Patriarch Kriai has been greeted by our great **** and has returned to his side to serve. I think, now we can make a decision? If there is still no Please raise your hand if you agree with the restoration of our Clay people."

There was no sound in the tent, and everyone desperately lowered their body and head, lest they be considered by Chief Abdul as a disagreement and cause the disaster.

"Very well, since everyone has no objections, let's do it. Kriai's tribe, I will arrange for someone to take care of them." 　 Chief Abdul waved his hand, and everyone was relieved and stood up quickly. out.

Although Chief Abdul didn't say it clearly, everyone in the tent knew that Chief Abdul's words revealed an extremely **** smell. What kind of care, if you show the color of disobedience, you will be summoned by the great **** immediately, right?

Chief Abdul clapped his hands, and two male servants who were bent over came into the tent, and they quickly gathered Kriai's body away.

Chief Abdul said to himself: "Kriai, the rise of an empire is accompanied by blood. You can rest assured, your name will become the first in my Clay empire to A tribe who is dedicated to the honor of the great god. Kailim."

"In."

"You are my confidant. This time the Royal Tournament, I am going to send you to participate. You must keep in mind that it is not important to participate in the Tournament this time. The key is to understand the Empire’s Real power, and try to establish a good relationship with other forces so that it can be used by us in the future. Do you understand?"

"Understood, my lord chief." Kailim said respectfully.

"Chief Abdul, I also want to participate in the competition!" A female voice sounded outside the tent.

"Hahahaha" 　 Chief Abdul laughed, "Is it Rukani? Come in."

The curtain of the tent was opened, and a young girl came in, followed by Lugman.

Chief Abdul said with a smile: "Rukani, did you listen to what your brother said?"

Lukani said: "Chief Abdul, I don't care, I want to go anyway."

Chief Abdul pointed to Kailim who was standing next to him and said: "I can't be the master. He will lead the team in this game, so he will naturally choose the players."

Lukani showed a trace of ruddy on her face, and she embarrassedly said to Kailim: "Brother Kailim, let me go too."

Kerim looked at Chief Abdul, who showed a kind smile on his face, as if he was just a respected old man. Kailim nodded and said: "This time you participate in the competition, you and your brother Lugman are indispensable."

Lugman asked: "Brother Kailim, who else?"

Kelim said with a smile: "I know what you are thinking. Your good friends Nurman and Hussein are very good. You will tell them later, we will leave tomorrow."

Lucani said happily: "Great, I can go out on an adventure with Brother Kairim again. Fernando City, here we are!"