No one noticed that among the crowd, Mo Dun was looking at the two of them coldly from a position farther away.

Then he gave the subordinates next to him a look, and the subordinates quickly left.

When Touman Shanyu saw this scene, he also smiled and said loudly,

"When we came here, there were only half of us, and they were all old and weak."

"And after so many winters, God has protected us! Our tribe has grown again!"

Cheers rang out again.

"But! Now we have to continue to have children! Wait until our wolf cubs grow up, and wait until the Qin people are weak!"

"That's our chance!"

"My son, come here!"

Touman Shanyu waved to the young man in the field. It was time to let the Huns know who their next king would be.

The young man was about to go towards Touman.

But at this moment, several hungry wolves ran out of nowhere.

His eyes glowed green and he rushed towards the boy!

A hungry wolf is not comparable to a ram!

The young man suddenly turned pale!

Others were unable to rescue him.

At this moment, a prepared Maodun rushed out from the side.

Then he killed the hungry wolf extremely cleanly and neatly!

After the killing, Mao Dun held up the bloody weapon in his hand and shouted at Tou Man Shanyu,

"Father! My son's sword is sharp!"
Chapter completed!