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Chapter 450: Northern Barbarians’ Hearts, God’s Capital
Deep in the wilderness.

On top of a mountain, tens of thousands of soldiers are stationed.

Most of these barbaric warriors wore animal skins and had tattoos on their faces and exposed skin.

The ornaments hanging around the neck are made of bones of various exotic animals!
This means that each of the more than 10,000 Northern Barbarian warriors stationed here has hunted more than one exotic beast.

It's a strange beast, not a wild beast!

In the Northern Barbarians, a qualified warrior must hunt at least one wild beast alone in the wild jungle after he reaches adulthood.

A qualified warrior must have hunted down a first-grade or higher exotic beast alone.

In the Central Plains, among the lower three grades of strange beasts there may be very gentle and non-aggressive ones.

But in the Northern Barbarians, any exotic beast is definitely more terrifying than the most ferocious tiger!
A qualified warrior is called a 'Todu Warrior' in the Northern Barbarians.

The more than 10,000 people stationed here are all Todu warriors!

They are the Northern Barbarian King’s personal guards!

Every time the Northern Barbarian King Borhu conquered a tribe, he would select a strong man from the tribe and let the other party bring a group of elite Todu warriors to follow him.

When he gained the loyalty of eleven tribes, the personal guards following him had reached tens of thousands of people, and the army was filled with powerful men!
The personal guards around the King of Northern Barbarians have now become the most powerful force in the entire Northern Barbarians!
A huge tent was built at the highest point of the mountain.

A woman with wheat-colored skin and short hair walked towards the tent.

She carried two scimitars on her back, her figure was slender but full of explosive power, and she had an indescribable wild beauty.

When the soldiers along the way saw her, no one dared to look at her for a second while, and they all bowed their heads and saluted.

The woman is from one of the four most powerful tribes among the seventeen tribes of the Northern Barbarians, and the only daughter of the chief of the Wu Ri tribe—Uyanana.

Uyanana moved quickly and decisively and broke directly into the largest tent.

Inside the tent, a man was sitting on the ground, reading a book in his hands.

The man was wearing a full set of black armor, which was rare among the northern barbarians who were seriously short of iron weapons.

He had long hair and a rough appearance typical of northern barbarians, but his temperament was somewhat elegant, which was rare among northern barbarians.

He is the Northern Barbarian King - Borhu!

"Kings."

Uyanana walked into the tent and shouted to Borhu.

Bor suddenly raised his head. He had a pair of eyes like stars. Anyone who met these eyes would be attracted involuntarily.

"Nana."

Borchu put down the book in his hand, smiled and asked his wife to sit down.

"Your Majesty, I heard that you plan to rescue the Dream Lion Clan yourself?"

Uyanana asked directly.

Borhu nodded: "That's right."

Uyanana immediately became anxious. She rushed over and held her husband's face with both hands:

"My king, my Borchu! Don't you know that this is a trap set by the people of the Central Plains to kill you?"

Borchu stopped smiling and looked at her seriously:
"I am the king of the Northern Barbarians. When my people are in trouble, how can I not save them?"

Uyana: “But.”

"Nana!"

Borchu interrupted her, and great majesty emerged from him:
"I want to truly unify the Northern Barbarians. This is the test I must go through! I will let all the Northern Barbarians know that their king will not abandon any of them!"

After saying that, he stood up from the ground.

He was not very tall, but when the Northern Barbarian King stood up, his figure became as majestic as a sacred mountain in Uyanana's eyes, towering over the sky!

Uyanana looked at the other person with admiration and worry.

She knew that once the other party made a decision, it would be impossible to change it.

No matter how dangerous or difficult the decision is, the other party will definitely complete it!
Just as he told her at the beginning, he would challenge all the "powerful tyrants" of the seventeen clans, become the strongest "tyrant", and then come to marry her!

In the Northern Barbarians, ordinary warriors and even martial artists, those who practice martial arts, are all Tuodu warriors, but they are of different levels.

Going further up, warriors at the Daoji stage are called Tudu warriors.

The master of martial arts is called the powerful one in the capital!
Borchu did not belong to any of the seventeen tribes of the Northern Barbarians. He came from a small tribe that lived in seclusion in the mountains for many years.

When he suddenly appeared in the world, he was already a powerful tyrant!
Later, he traveled to various ethnic groups and met Uyanana, the daughter of the chief of the Wuri tribe, and the two fell in love.

But Borhu came from a small family in the mountains, and his family background was far different from that of Yanana.

Even though he was a powerful tyrant, he still couldn't get the chief of the Wu Ri tribe to agree to marry his daughter to him.

Uyanana's original mission was to be sent to marry the son of the patriarch of another powerful tribe.

In order to marry Uyanana, Borhu chose to challenge all the powerful leaders of the seventeen tribes of the Northern Barbarians!
Next, Borhu spent six years defeating almost all the powerful tyrants in the Northern Barbarians and became the recognized "strongest tyrant"!
Moreover, he was only 35 years old at that time. He was truly young and promising with a bright future.

So the chief of the Wu Ri tribe agreed to marry his daughter to him.

After gaining support from the Wuri tribe, one of the four strongest tribes in the North, Borhu soared into the sky!
It only took him two years to break through the bottleneck that seemed like an insurmountable chasm to others, and he went from being a powerful man in Badu to a powerful man in Tiandu, that is, a grandmaster!

This year, the 37-year-old Borhu had a new ideal:

He wants to unify the Northern Barbarians and become the second King of the Northern Barbarians!

So he began to lead the elite of the Wu Ri tribe to fight in all directions, either using force to threaten, or using personal charm to persuade, or using benefits to lure.
In ten years, he conquered eight tribes!
Last year, he led the six tribes to jointly invade the northern border, won several battles, and rescued a large amount of food and various weapons and equipment for the northern barbarians.

This year's harvest is more than the past three years combined!

Taking advantage of the momentum brought by this war, Borchu decisively led his army to threaten the headquarters of the Huolin tribe, one of the four powerful tribes, and deliberately waited for reinforcements from the other two tribes.

Next, he publicly signed an oath with the strong men of the three tribes. Under the witness of hundreds of thousands of troops, he fought alone against the three strongest men of Tiandu!
The final result was that he won, and he gained the loyalty of the Huolin Clan, one of the four most powerful clans, and the other two clans with which he had established diplomatic relations for generations.

Borhu is only 48 years old this year, but he is already the king respected by eleven tribes of the Northern Barbarians, including the two powerful tribes, the Wuri and the Huolin!
So when he decided to rescue the Dream Lion Tribe and issued the order, almost the entire Northern Barbarians were mobilized!

Lava was flowing on a high mountain, like a huge torch, burning the sky above red.

This mountain is the sacred mountain of the Huolin Clan, one of the four powerful tribes in the North.

On the holy mountain, all the elders and clan leaders of the Huolin clan gathered together.

Borchu decided to rescue the Dream Lion Tribe, but of course it was impossible for him to go there with just 10,000 guards.

Although his 10,000 personal guards are all warriors, they are definitely no match for the Qingshuang Army.

So before he set off, he issued orders to the eleven tribes that were loyal to him, requiring these tribes to immediately send their elite warriors to the location of the Dream Lion headquarters!

This order was also conveyed to the Huolin Clan, so the Huolin Clan urgently convened this meeting.

There is an altar on the top of the holy mountain. At this time, the six elders and the patriarch gathered in front of the altar.

These seven people are all powerful Tyrants!
The titles of the strong men in the Northern Barbarians do not distinguish between martial arts and magic. Among the seven strong men in Badu present, four are martial arts masters and three are real people.

Seven strong men stood in front of the altar and waited quietly.

A moment later, an old man wearing a bright red robe and with a sturdy build came over here. Although he had white hair, he looked stronger than most warriors.

"Great Elder."

Including the clan leader, seven people saluted the visitor.

The person who came was Nomukhan, the great elder of the Huolin tribe.

A top-level immortal who has achieved the great perfection of the Heavenly Gangs and Earthly Evils!

Nomuhan gave people the impression of being a martial arts expert rather than a sorcerer. He walked towards the seven people with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, with great momentum:
"Everyone knows the king's order, so start expressing your opinions."

Without any nonsense, Nomhan got straight to the point.

"I think Borhu is too careless. The Central Plains people are obviously targeting him. If he mobilizes all his forces to rescue him in a hurry, all the defense zones he has set up will be disrupted, which will give the Central Plains people an opportunity to take advantage of him!"

The leader of the Huolin tribe, Nomu Menger, spoke first. Nomuhan looked at him and said sternly:
"Mon'er, you can't address the king by his name!"

Nomumener was startled and immediately lowered his head: "Yes, Great Elder."

Nomuhan looked at the others: "What are your opinions?"

An elder said, "I think we can send troops. Our Huolin tribe, together with the Yanxin tribe and Qingye tribe, can send a total of 30,000 elite warriors to rescue the Mengshi tribe. This will be enough to give an explanation to the king."

Another elder immediately retorted: "How can you easily destroy the lives of 30,000 men just for an explanation?"

"I think we should immediately dissuade the king from leading troops to rescue him."

"That's impossible. The king has already led his men out, and the order has been issued to the eleven tribes."

"Since the king has given the order, we have no choice but to send troops."

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The patriarch and six elders, three of whom thought that troops should be sent to rescue, were opposed.

After listening to everyone's opinions, Nomuhan said seriously:
"I plan to mobilize 150,000 elite soldiers from the three tribes, and I will lead them myself to join the king!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces changed.

"Great Elder, absolutely not!"

The tribe leader Nomu Meng'er was the first to object. "This trip will certainly be dangerous. If too many of our 150,000 elite soldiers are injured, all three tribes will be seriously injured!"

Without waiting for the other elders to object, Nomuhan said sternly:

"Since we know that the odds are very high, why only send 30,000 people? Isn't that a waste of time?"

Nommoner seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

Before this, the top leaders of the Huolin, Yanxin and Qingye tribes all publicly swore allegiance to Borhu on the holy mountain.

In this situation, if Borhu ordered the three tribes to send troops for support, but the three tribes remained indifferent, wouldn’t that be a public violation of the Oath of the Holy Mountain?
Even for the sake of the three tribes' face and reputation, tens of thousands of soldiers should be sent to provide support.

But if he had to do his best to respond to Borchu's order, send a large number of elite troops to rescue, and even sacrifice the great elder Nomhan, Nommoner would definitely not be willing to do so!
"Since we have sworn allegiance to the king on the Holy Mountain, and now that the king is in trouble, how can we not do our best?"

Nomuhan asked sharply.

"Great Elder, it's not that we don't want to rescue them, but the people from the Central Plains came too quickly and too suddenly this time. They even sent out all the Qingshuang troops!"

An elder stood up and said, "Great Elder, except for the battle more than 500 years ago, when have the people of Central Plains ever used a 10,000-level imperial army to penetrate deep into the Northern Barbarians? In the following situation, if we take a wrong step, the entire Huolin tribe may be doomed!"

"Yes, Great Elder, you are responsible for the fate of the entire Huolin Clan. You must not be impulsive."

"Yes, Great Elder, you are too impulsive."

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Everyone tried to persuade him, and even the three elders who had previously supported sending troops to support did not agree with Nomhan's plan at this moment.

Nomuhan looked at everyone present and sighed.

How could he not know what everyone was thinking?
He swore allegiance to Borchu before because no one expected that the three strongest men in Tiandu, including him, Nomhan, would actually lose to Borchu!

The promise made in public could not be broken, and with Borchu's army approaching, the situation was forced, so the three tribes chose to be loyal.

But in terms of loyalty, it is definitely not that high.

Now the Great Blue Dynasty has suddenly launched a war, and after more than 500 years, it has once again sent the Qingshuang Army into the wilderness!
Under such circumstances, many people no longer have high hopes for Borchu.

To put it bluntly, after this battle, Borchu is likely to die!

By then, the Northern Barbarians will return to their previous state of fighting each other.

In this case, everyone naturally wants to prioritize preserving their own strength.

"Everyone, we Northern Barbarians have been divided for more than 500 years, and we haven't left the Divine Capital Heaven for more than 500 years."

Nomuhan said in a deep voice.

The highest martial saint, known as 'Shendutian' in the Northern Barbarians.

More than 500 years ago, the first King of Northern Barbarians was 'Shendutian'. After unifying the Northern Barbarians, he ambitiously led the army of 17 Northern Barbarian tribes to invade the Central Plains. However, he was beaten to death on the battlefield by Emperor Taizu!

For hundreds of years thereafter, no other 'Shendutian' appeared in the Northern Barbarians.

"If Your Majesty can truly unify the 17 tribes of the Northern Barbarians, you will have the opportunity to become the second Divine Capital of our Northern Barbarians!"

Nomhan told the secret.

This matter involves fate and is extremely mysterious. Very few people truly understand the inside story.

Nomukhan is a top-level immortal who has achieved the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Gangs and Earthly Evils. He has also dabbled in the way of destiny, so he has seen more of the future.

"what?"

Everyone present was shocked:

"is that true?"

"As long as someone can unify the seventeen tribes, they can become 'Shendutian'?!"

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Nomuhan shook his head: "It is not that unifying the seventeen tribes will definitely lead to the 'Divine Capital Heaven', but the king's current realm of strength is very close to that level. If he can successfully complete the unification, there is a great chance that he will break through!"

"This"

Everyone was silent.

They all knew very well what it would mean if another 'Shendutian' appeared in the Northern Barbarians.

The Great Blue Dynasty is no longer as strong as it was five hundred years ago. If another God Dutian appears in the Northern Barbarians, the Great Blue Dynasty may not be able to stop the Northern Barbarians.

Then, everyone will have the opportunity to own more fertile land and abundant resources!

"That's why I chose to fully support His Majesty this time. As long as I can help His Majesty get through this, His Majesty's next ambition will be accomplished!"

Nomuhan said.

"Great Elder, if that's the case, why don't I personally lead the elite of the clan to provide support, and you can just stay in the rear."

Nommoner was silent for a moment and suddenly spoke.

The Seventeen Northern Barbarian Tribes have existed for more than a thousand years, and their heritage has existed since humans developed martial arts and magic.

There are seventeen tribes, and each tribe can guarantee at least one grandmaster or top-level real person in the tribe!
Or maybe they could use some secret treasure or special environment to reach this level of combat power.

This is the secret of the inheritance that the seventeen clans have guarded for thousands of years.

All the previous great elders of the Huolin tribe were top-level immortals and the guardians of the secrets of the Huolin inheritance.

As long as the Great Elder is still here, even if the Huolin Clan loses most of their elite warriors, they will still not perish!

Therefore, the clan leader Nommoner would rather lead the troops to provide support himself than let the great elder take the risk.

However, whether or not Nomuhan, a top-level real person who has achieved the "Great Perfection of Heavenly Gangs and Earthly Fiends", participates in the battle, the impact on the battle situation will definitely be enormous!
Nomuhan frowned and wanted to say something else.

"Great Elder, let me go!"

Nommoner suddenly knelt on one knee and bowed deeply to Nomhan.

As the clan leader said so, the other six elders also knelt on one knee before Nomuhan:
"Great Elder, we are willing to go with the clan leader!"

When these seven powerful men from Badu join forces, they can barely match a slightly weaker powerful man from Tiandu on the battlefield.

Nomhan sighed. Faced with this situation, he was ultimately unable to enforce his will to the end.

So one day later, the Huolin, Yanxin and Qingye tribes sent a total of thirteen powerful tyrants and 150,000 elite warriors to meet up with the Northern Barbarian King Borhu as quickly as possible!
At the same time, the other eight tribes also responded after receiving Borchu's orders.

Some sent a small number of troops, while others sent a large number of elite troops.

For a moment, all kinds of people gathered in one direction.

Northern Barbarians, war clouds are gathering!
PS: I am preparing for an important event in my life these days, so I will update less frequently. Please forgive me.
(End of this chapter)