Chapter 497 Changes (2)

On the grasslands, the wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger.

However, Battle, who was sitting in the snow with his father's body in his arms, remained motionless as if he didn't feel anything.

"Battle."

Hearing that familiar voice, Battle's eyes turned slightly.

Looking at the middle-aged man standing beside him, he bluffed a few times.

A hoarse voice came out of his mouth...

"Uncle Mo Bigan..."

Seeing Battelle's dejected appearance, Mo Bigan sighed inwardly.

"The elder brother is dead and returned to the embrace of 'Changshengtian'. You will be the new leader of the Hanar tribe in the future. You have to cheer up and be like a man."

Mo Bigan's reminder made a pained look on Battle's face.

The facial muscles frozen by the wind and snow were particularly distorted at this moment.

Looking at Battelle's painful appearance, Mo Bigan's face also showed a bit of pain.

He has no children, so he has always raised Battle as his own.

But now it seems that the big brother and him have really protected Battler too much in the past.

This kid is really talented and brave.

But no matter how good the talent is, if you don't experience hardships and setbacks, how can you be a big responsibility?

Mo Bigan, who regretted the incident in his heart, subconsciously shifted his attention to the corpse of his elder brother Bileg.

As a result, when he looked at it, he saw something unusual.

"Battle, eldest brother seems to be holding something in his hand."

Hearing this, Battle's expression changed significantly.

His gaze subconsciously looked towards the hands of his father's corpse.

Sure enough, one of the hands was holding something.

After a moment of repentance in his heart, Battelle carefully opened his father's stiff fingers and took out the thing that was dragged in his hand.

"Is this, animal skin?"

Grasping the broken hide, a trace of doubt flashed in Battelle's eyes.

He tried to spread the hide on the snow.

At this moment, Mo Bigan, who was standing there, saw the truth, and suddenly opened his mouth...

"There seems to be some pattern on this animal skin."

Battle didn't answer, he also saw the pattern on it.

However, this pattern is obviously only part of it.

With such a small piece, it was difficult for him to judge what the pattern on the animal skin was.

"Animal skins, patterns..."

On the grasslands, there is only one pattern that can be drawn on animal skins, and that is the totems of various tribes!

They prairie people will use animal skins to make flags.

In addition to the celestial god "Longevity", which they believe in together, they also draw the totems worshipped by their respective tribes on it.

In other words, it should be part of a certain totem.

Under this premise, there are very few tribes that have the strength to attack their Hanar tribe and kill all his people.

Thoughts flew in Battle's mind.

Among the five major tribes, the totem styles of each tribe constantly appeared in his mind.

And compare it with the totem in his hand.

Immediately, Battelle, who seemed to have thought of something, clenched his fists suddenly.

"It's the totem of the Sunite tribe!!"

Moby's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

After all, he was twenty years older than Battle.

Life experience is obviously much richer than Battelle.

Instinctively, I felt something was wrong.

"Battle, I think..."

Just when he wanted to say something, a man ran over with a panicked face.

"No, it's not good, Abucha, the leader of the Sunite tribe, is rushing towards us with a lot of people!"

Hearing this, Barter suddenly laughed in anger.

"Just in time! Gather me and prepare for battle!"

While speaking, Battle was about to rush there murderously.

Seeing this, Mo Bigan quickly pulled him back.

"Battle, calm down, I don't think this is right. After all, why did the Sunite tribe attack our tribal camp?"

"When the blizzard hit, everyone was short of food. Who was it that was robbing? All the cattle, sheep and horses in the camp were gone, and Dad was still holding their totem fragments in his hand before he died. What's wrong?!"

Mo Bigan couldn't refute Battelle's remarks.

Looking at Battle who was about to take someone out of the camp.

Moby sighed heavily, and finally followed suit.

Meanwhile on the other side.

Abu Cha is also quickly approaching the camp of the Hanar tribe with his own tribe.

This time, he only brought three hundred men out.

After all, this wave is just to ask Bileger for an explanation.

It’s okay to ask the other party to pay some cattle and sheep, and there is no intention to go to war with the Hanar tribe.

Bringing too many people can easily lead to misunderstandings.

After all, he is also a leader, so after so many years, he still has some brains.

As a result, it was just approaching the periphery of the Hanar tribe.

A strong bloody smell hit his face directly in the wind.

"What's the matter? How can there be such a strong bloody smell on the Hanar tribe's side?"

Just when Abucha thought so.

A dense sound of horse hooves came directly from the distance.

At this moment, Battle, whose entire chest was filled with anger and hatred, would not be polite to them.

He directly brought the only remaining 500 horses of the Hanar tribe, and galloped all the way to Abucha and the others who had already broken into his field of vision!

Abu Cha and the others, who had no idea what the situation was, suddenly changed their expressions on the spot.

In the current situation, it is naturally impossible for them to sit still.

Seeing the crowd of people on the opposite side, Abucha quickly ordered a retreat.

In any case, let’s go back to the territory of our own tribe first.

However, at this time, Battle, who was burning with anger, would obviously not give up.

"Want to run? Chase me!!"

With a roar, Battelle had a clear target, stared straight at Abucha and chased after him.

In terms of age, this Abucha and Bileg are of the same generation, and they are two or three years younger than Bileg.

As he got older, his riding skills were not as good as before.

How can it be Battelle's opponent?

After all, if this incident wasn't for the purpose of asking Bileger for an explanation, he would never have come in person.

After all, at their age, they would not go to the battlefield in person.

"Death to me!"

The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed, and after a chase, I saw Battelle pick a spear in his hand.

The shot was fast and hard.

Without waiting for the other party to react at all, it ran through Abucha's throat.

Abu Cha's eyes were round and round.

The rather burly body fell directly from the horse.

Even when he died, his eyes were full of anger and confusion.

At the same time, at the other end, a group of cavalry was quietly approaching the periphery of the Sunite tribe...

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