The prophet bowed his head and the black army surrendered.

This is the prairie king, the real prairie king!

"Crack!"

Another singular resounded.

The Sana tribe warrior led by Sanaal knelt towards him.

At the same time, Pingxi Army, Feng'an Army, Yanghan Army, Wushu Army, and Xiaosheng Army kneeled towards each other.

Immediately afterwards.

All the Hu warriors around him were kneeling at the same time, as well as those who watched the ceremony and came from various tribes...

In a short time.

Everyone fell to their knees, bowed their heads and declared their surrender, even the herdsmen who were still grazing in the distance.

Elderly, children, women and children.

It was dark, but there was no noise at all.

This scene makes my scalp tingling!

"Sorkin, you have said that if I can find a prophet and be approved by him, you will lead the Zhadalan tribe to be loyal forever!"

Wang Kang said in a low voice: "Now, I have done it. How should you choose to become the king of the grassland?"

"Are you surrendering or let the Zhadalan tribe be destroyed? You choose it yourself!"

Hearing these cold words, Sorkin knew that this was the ultimatum given to him by Wang Kang.

Death or surrender.

But he had no choice...

Sorkin was slightly stunned, and then knelt down with his body. At the same time, he shouted: "Sorkin and the Zhadalan tribe, forever loyal to the King of the Grassland, Lord Mangus!"

The ancient tribes on the west side of the grassland that had not yet been surrendered before, and the Zhadalan tribe, which mainly focuses on trade development, were also completely surrendered at this moment!
Chapter completed!