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Chapter 1063 Two People with Their Own Motives

"Three days ago, Amur led 300 light cavalrymen to raid our front army camp. Do you know how he did it?"

Temujin chuckled and lightly tapped the location of the Longyao tribe on the map.

"He had every soldier tie a wolfskin drum and drag bushes on their horses' tails. During the night attack, the drums were deafening and smoke and dust covered the sky. The Khan's vanguard thought it was an army of 100,000 and they collapsed without a fight."

He looked up at Typhon, his eyes glowing in the light of the torch.

Typhon listened attentively and let out a low growl like a wild beast. This tactic of attacking the enemy's mind was completely different from his usual brute force approach.

"What's even more amazing is..."

"Amur beheaded the messenger I sent and sent back his head in a silver box. There were eight words engraved on the cover of the box -"

Temujin suddenly put his fingers together to form a sword, and his internal energy drew a crescent-shaped trajectory in the air.

"The Golden Family is nothing more than that."

He drawled out his tone, watching the veins bulge in Typhon's neck.

"Bang!"

"Khan! Give me five thousand elite cavalry, no, three thousand! Three thousand is enough! I, Typhon, swear to Eternal Heaven that I will tear off Amur's head and use it as a chamber pot!"

Typhon smashed the bronze tripod beside him with one punch, and the flying debris burned the snow and left scorch marks.

"And you promised me that! As long as I help you wipe out the Tatar tribe, you will let me be the vanguard to attack Longyao!"

He stared at everyone with bloodshot eyes, and finally stared at Temujin.

Temujin remained silent. Didn't he also want to get rid of Long Yao, the thorn in his side?

But Amur's reputation was too great. The man who always stood in front of the golden tent and wiped the Tianjie Spear was like an insurmountable mountain, suffocating the entire grassland.

"hold on."

"Wait for Zhebie to bring back Gongshujia's artillery blueprints from among the various schools of thought in the Central Plains, and wait for Subuchi to tame the war horses of those red-haired devils..."

Temujin rubbed his forehead which was aching slightly, and finally spoke, pointing his whip to the south.

"Wait? Wait until when?"

"Wait until that bastard Amur attacks first? Or wait until you, the Khan, find a new lackey?"

Typhon suddenly approached, and the dark blue energy in his palm fluctuated.

"I heard that Borshu's archery skills have improved again? How about we compete now? Let's see if you can hurt me?"

He suddenly turned to the Four Heroes, his fangs revealed at the corners of his cracked mouth.

"Typhon, be aware of your identity!"

Mu Huali took a step forward and slammed the saber in his hand heavily to the ground.

"The Khan tolerates you because..."

His hair and beard were all stretched out, and the internal energy condensed on the surface of his body into a thin internal energy armor.

"Shut up, everyone!"

"In three days, the Mongolians will officially send troops to Longyao. You can be the vanguard!"

Temujin suddenly shouted, he jumped off his horse, and whipped Tiphon's feet with his gilded whip, splashing a string of sparks.

"But if he falls into the trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain like last time, causing Zhebie to be almost captured alive by Longyao's Sky Arrow..."

He stared into Typhon's suddenly bright eyes and spoke in a cold tone.

"Don't worry, Khan, there won't be a next time!"

"I swear in the name of Typhon that this time I will break Amur's Sky Spear in two and trample his vulture flag under my feet!"

Typhon grinned, and the blue-black energy suddenly converged. He knelt on one knee and knocked his chest heavily with his rough knuckles.

"Okay! But this time, I want you to go alone as the vanguard!"

Temujin jumped onto his horse and Baitiwu snorted. He took a last look at Typhon who was kneeling in the snow and suddenly chuckled.

"what?!"

Not only Typhon, but also Hydra and others exclaimed in surprise.

"A duel with the most important warrior of the Longyao tribe." Temujin glanced at the surprised Hydra and others, and slowly took out a black token from his sleeve. The wolf head emblem engraved on it glowed coldly.

"Their Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony will be held in three days. Amur will definitely perform martial arts on the stage. You can challenge him with this 'Heavenly Wolf Order'. If you can defeat him..."

He suddenly moved closer to Typhon, his warm breath brushing against his ear.

"I allow you to establish your own tribe and give you the title 'Tyrant of the Northern Frontier'."

Upon hearing Temujin's promise, Typhon's breathing suddenly became rapid. He seemed to see Amur's head rolling under his feet and the women and children of the Longyao tribe kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

Thinking of this, Typhon's violent energy suddenly leaked out uncontrollably, plowing grooves in the snow.

"Khan!"

"Amur is good at using two weapons, and his fighting style is strange and unusual. Brother Typhon is used to using heavy weapons. If we fight on the grassland, we may be..."

Just as Typhon was immersed in his own imaginary dream, Hydra looked at his irritable elder brother helplessly and suddenly spoke.

"shut up!"

"I can tear a wolf apart at the age of eight, so why would I be afraid of a sissy wielding a spear?"

But Typhon, who was in high spirits now, didn't want to appreciate Hydra's kindness. He kicked the broken rocks, and the broken rocks shot towards Hydra like hidden weapons.

"Khan, Typhon has received the order! If he loses to Amur, the Khan will dispose of Typhon's head!"

As he said this, he immediately turned to face Temujin and knelt heavily on one knee in the snow.

Temujin did not answer, but turned and looked into the distance. In the twilight, Muhuali was leading a grassland horse that Temujin named Mongolian horse, with Typhon's storm spear hanging on the saddle.

The relief of a giant perched on the spear shaft glowed faintly under the bloody setting sun, and there was still dried black blood on the tip of the spear - that was left over from the massacre of a grassland tribe last month.

"Your spear needs sharpening."

Temujin suddenly said something without context, and his fingertips touched the notch on the spear tip.

"I heard that Amur's Heavenly Tribulation Spear can split a three-foot-thick black iron shield with its tip."

He suddenly threw the Storm Spear at Typhon, and the spear shaft brushed past his ear and pierced deeply into the ground.

"I hope your fist is harder than your tongue."

After saying this, he kicked the horse's belly, and the four heroes followed closely behind, with the snow splashing under the horse's hooves.

Ladong rubbed his neck and climbed up. Looking at his elder brother's back as he squatted in the snow and wiped his mace, he suddenly shuddered.

He always felt that he would see a more horrifying scene this time when he went south than last time - after all, a mad wolf is not scary, but when a wolf learns to be patient...

A long wolf howl was heard in the distance. Typhon suddenly swung his club to smash a rock. A blue-black aura wrapped around the mace like a poisonous snake.

"Amur..."

"I hope your bones are worthy of my fists!"

He chewed the name, his tongue running over the fangs.

Ladon, who was standing by, shrank his head into his collar with a timid look on his face - every time Typhon showed this kind of smile, it meant that someone would lose their head.

"Brother, the Khan..."

Hydra came over dragging his torn animal skin coat, with the shadow of a nine-headed snake condensed by the internal energy behind him, with only seven heads left, all spitting out their tongues in unison.

"I know that wild wolf of his has no good intentions, but - so what!"

"We brothers accepted the recruitment of this wolf cub just to become famous!"

Typhon opened his wolfskin cloak, and under the surge of the internal energy, the gray wolf totem on the cloak seemed to come alive and howled to the sky.

"Pass the order and have the Keshig army battalion assigned to us by Temujin prepare kerosene and tell those prairie wolf cubs..."

He strode out of the tent, letting the strong wind blow the sand and gravel into his face.

"Just tell them that Master Typhon wants to roast a whole lamb, and ask them to prepare more firewood!"

He suddenly stopped and looked back in the direction of the Long Yao tribe. His fangs shone coldly in the twilight.

Outside, Temujin pulled the reins, listening to the wild laughter coming from the yurt behind him, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)