The eight masters were heartbroken. They had never been able to get rid of this man's control for three years, and yet he actually appeared in the grassland in a high-sounding manner, and was even an honored guest.

Yes, it was those eight masters who were poisoned, used the formation, and were even forced to write declarations of surrender.

Appearing secretly in Jiang Fan's tent, the eight people looked at the young man in front of them with mixed feelings.

Jiang Fan smiled happily and kindly: "Oh, we are all old friends, how are you always?"

What a shame, grandma! The eight of them almost unanimously cursed inwardly. On the surface, they looked respectful and bowed their hands in salute: "Greetings to the prince, may the prince be well--"

Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Come on, I'm still in good health. You all want me to die."

Balu and Guo Ergan, the strongest among the eight, are now the chief and deputy leaders of the miserable team. Balu hurriedly stepped forward: "Your Majesty is joking, I don't dare."

"I don't dare, it's not that I don't want to..." Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

The eight people were all panicked and didn't know how to respond. Jiang Fan smiled and said, "Okay, come and sit down. I've summoned you here to discuss something."

After the uneasy eight people sat down, Jiang Fan coughed and said, "I am here. Obviously I am your king's distinguished guest. I don't need to say more about this."

"I understand, I understand." Not only was Guo'er dare not bold, but he was very humble.

"You don't have to ask, you just need to know that King Zuo Xian and I are working closely with Anda. If you don't believe me, you can ask. As for me inviting you here, I don't mean to ask you to betray your tribe, but there are two things you need to do."

Guoer dared and others looked at each other, and they must have seen the situation in front of them. Guoer dared to say: "If so, please give me your instructions."

Jiang Fan nodded: "Your efforts are not in vain. Every time you do one of these three things, you will be relieved of one layer of restraint."

A total of three layers of restraints were expected to be lifted. When the eight people heard this, they immediately became energetic. The past three years have been so miserable. Who doesn't want to regain their freedom as soon as possible.

"But if you don't do it carefully..." Jiang Fan's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "Your life will be gone. No one will send you antidote on time, no one will unlock the formation for you, but you will

Someone sent your certificate of nomination to Dumeng."

The eight people had white hair and sweat all over their bodies, and they all said in unison that they didn't dare.

"First," Jiang Fan said: "While I am in Northern Xinjiang, you must be responsible for protecting our safety. Remember, hide in the dark..."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we will understand." Guo'er promised immediately after he dared to listen carefully to Jiang Fan's words.

"Second, you are responsible for investigating and passing on news to me. The Four Kings of the Grassland, the Royal Court of the Golden Tent, including the Crescent Moon Princess, must report any disturbance as soon as possible."

This was a bit difficult, but the eight of them agreed without hesitation.

"Third, follow my orders at any time and do whatever I ask you to do. Don't worry, I won't let you assassinate the king or kill the king, nor will I let you harm the tribe."

Of course, the eight of them had no other choice and simply agreed.

Jiang Fan smiled: "Very good. It would have been so pleasant if we had had such a good conversation at the beginning. Why did we end up in such trouble?"

This scolding in the minds of the eight people, how did you speak so well in the first place? Don't you have some clues in your mind?

"Now..." Jiang Fan said with a smile, "I have something for you to do..."

Montaigne was greatly surprised and wondered when Jiang Fan subdued eight powerful barbarians. After they went out, they couldn't help but ask questions.

Jiang Fan smiled: "It was something I did easily last time. I didn't think of how to use it at the time. Now I finally have the opportunity. It's only right to be prepared, hahaha."

How could Montaigne not see that these eight guys were definitely coerced by the prince: "Although the prairie barbarians don't have much scheming, they are ferocious enough. When the prince uses them, try not to break the limit."

Jiang Fan nodded: "I understand this. These eight guys have no choice but to obey orders. Don't worry, their limits are lower than you think."

Montaigne said: "From these eight people, we can see that there are indeed many strong people under King Zuo Xian's command."

"Not only King Zuoxian..." Jiang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

As we all know, the Chinese have eight hundred saints. Although it may not be accurate, with the addition of unknown hidden masters, it will not be too much.

But the barbarians also have rumors of six hundred saints. On the vast grassland, with tens of millions of warlike barbarian populations, it is not surprising that there are six hundred martial saints, but the problem is that the grassland has a very strong cohesion compared to the fragmented Chinese people today.

, therefore, it is impossible for any country to challenge the barbarians alone. Only a unified and powerful empire can forcefully break up with the barbarians, and this is not the external reason why Jiang Fan and the empress want to unify the world.

Jiang Fan has analyzed more than once why the grasslands are more united than the Chinese. After studying many factors, he finally discovered that there is a very interesting phenomenon that cannot be ignored, which is totem belief.

The barbarians in the bitter cold land have been lacking in materials since ancient times, and the people's lives are extremely miserable. This also makes it difficult for them to develop civilization quickly. And ignorance and backwardness naturally lead to people's need for spiritual sustenance. Therefore, under the intentions of the rulers,

With this push, Changshengtian became the only god they believed in. Later, the White Wolf God, representing Changshengtian, became the only messenger of the gods in the human world.

It is unclear when these things came from, but they are now deeply engraved in the bones of both the rulers and the people.

Therefore, Jiang Fan has never given up the idea of ​​launching an attack on his faith, which can be exploited or destroyed. In short, he always pays attention to the changes in time and situation. This is something he has never relaxed about.

Therefore, this Fuli Conference is also an opportunity for him to learn more about grassland beliefs.

And today, he also met for the first time the envoy sent by the Golden Tent Royal Court, which represents the Changshengtian to exercise power in the human world.

The most powerful general under the Great Wolf Lord—Batulu.

The Great Wolf Lord did not show up in person, but only sent Batulu, which was enough.

This one seems to weigh close to 400 kilograms, like a moving black tower, with a ferocious aura like a wild beast rushing towards the face, which makes people feel depressed. Some timid people may feel suffocated in front of him.

This is Batulu, the first warrior of the grassland, and the biological father of Battelle, the first warrior of the younger generation.

He sits in the middle and upper position. In fact, in terms of status, he is no more noble than the four kings, but he represents the Great Wolf Lord, so no one has any objections.

Next to him were the two kings of the grassland, King Zuo Xian, Du Meng, and King Hunxie, Hemul. King Zuo Xian came forward because the meeting place was at the intersection of his tribe and King Hunxie's tribe, as a witness.

That’s all.
Chapter completed!