The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

He knew that this guy was advising Dora Yue'er that it would be better to give up trying to win over the Kutai tribe. After all, their leader, Kudedor, was not very loyal to the princess.

He only cared about the tribe, and the interests of the tribe were above everything else. It was impossible to ask him to make a choice unless it was absolutely necessary.

Not to mention, now all the Northern Mongolians know that Ji Keli has murderous intentions towards Dora Yue'er. If Kudor goes crazy, he will capture Princess Dora who goes to persuade him.

There was no hope for their Roku tribe.

"No... I must go..." Dora Yue'er shook her head when she heard that, and her eyes changed from worry to determination.

The imperial teacher standing by said nothing. She just stood there quietly, looking at the Kutai tribe in front of her, her eyes as calm as water.

Zhong Ling stood by Jiang Fan and did not express any opinion. She was a loyal bodyguard.

Dora Yue'er said this and looked at Jiang Fan.

She opened her mouth, but swallowed the words back. After a long while, she took a deep breath and said:

"I will go with my master. If I don't come back, you can go back! You people in the Central Plains have the concept of afterlife. I, Duo La Yue Er, will pay you back in the next life for what I owe you!"

When she said this, a smile appeared on her face. The smile looked like a blooming flower, but behind it was a sense of bitterness and pain.

She obviously didn't want to implicate Jiang Fan and decided to bear it alone.

After all, the Kutai tribe is different from the Loku tribe. Moreover, the Kutai tribe has more than 20,000 soldiers and a total population of more than 50,000.

If they were trapped in the tribe, the possibility of escaping from it would be extremely low. She wanted to take this risk herself!

"I don't like others to owe me anything, nor do I like to ask for it in the next life. If you want to pay me back, pay me back in this life!" Jiang Fan smiled at Dora Yue'er and said lightly.

Dora Yue'er's eyes turned red when she heard this, and she looked at Jiang Fan with a hint of tenderness. Zhong Ling, who was standing beside her, sighed and said nothing.

The National Master of Beimeng looked at Jiang Fan in surprise, stared at him deeply, a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes, and he quickly turned his head away.

Luo Kuhan looked at Jiang Fan with respect in his eyes. Although, he didn't know who Jiang Fan was, he only knew that Jiang Fan was the strategist invited by Dora Yue'er to help.

He didn't expect that Jiang Fan would be willing to go on adventures with Dora Yue'er. This courage and friendship alone are not something that ordinary people can do.

"Princess, let me go with you. With me here, we should be more confident of convincing Kudor." Hankuhan said hurriedly.

Hearing this, Jiang Fan shook his head and patted Rokuhan on the shoulder. He knew what Rokuhan meant.

He wanted to admit in front of Kudor that the Roku tribe had submitted to Princess Dora.

With the joining of the Roku tribe, even if Kudor is cautious, he should think that there will be confidence, unless Kudor is determined to follow Jikeli.

"If Kudor is only concerned about stability, if you go, it will only expose our plan in advance and put the Roku tribe in danger. You should stay here. Don't worry, with me here, the Kutai tribe will join us!"

Although Kudor is a person who only seeks stability, he is probably also a person who understands the interests involved, unless he is really willing to live under the tyranny of Jikeli forever.

Otherwise, there is still a way to convince him.

After all, although his tribe only lost more than a thousand people this time, it does not mean that there will be no losses in the future. Ji Keli's ambition is not small.

Will the Kutai tribe be able to survive then? The answer is no!

Even if these are not enough to make Kudor make up his mind, Jiang Fan is confident that he can convince him.

If it really doesn't work, then the only thing they can do is escape from the Kutai tribe and completely give up the idea of ​​pulling the Kutai tribe onto the warship.

Dora Yueer opened her mouth and wanted to say something else, but when she met Jiang Fan's determined gaze, her heart suddenly felt at ease.

Whenever Jiang Fan came to her, she always felt that things would be solved smoothly.

She didn't know when it started, but in her heart, Jiang Fan had become synonymous with omnipotence.

In other words, even Beimeng’s national teacher and Zhong Ling had this feeling.

"Let's go!" Jiang Fan smiled at Dora Yue'er.

It was getting late, and by the time they got to the foot of the mountain, it would have been night, which would be a good time for them to sneak into the tribe.

This time, there are also four of us in the group. There is no need to have more people, and it will only make things more inconvenient.

There are fewer people, and except for Jiang Fan who is not very strong in fighting, the remaining three women all have amazing fighting skills. Zhong Ling is a first-class master. Following Jiang Fan for some time, she feels that her martial arts has improved a step further, and she is only one step away from the master level.

Although Duo La Yue Er's fighting power is not as good as Zhong Ling's, she is also a first-class expert, and among the first-class experts, she is still a very powerful one. In addition, Bei Meng's national teacher is a master.

Even if the Kutai tribe is a dangerous place, the four of them should be able to escape unscathed.

Dora Yue'er looked at Jiang Fan deeply, a smile appeared on her face, and she nodded.

The group of four left the camp and headed towards the Kutai tribe below. Nearly a hundred white robe soldiers and Lokuhan followed them. They decided to stay somewhere halfway up the mountain.

If Jiang Fan and his three companions were in danger, they could also provide support halfway up the mountain.

By the time the four of them arrived outside the Kutai tribe, the sky had become completely dark. There were a lot of clouds tonight and the moon was blocked by the clouds, but the light that came down was still enough for Jiang Fan and the others to see the tribe ahead clearly.

Beimeng State Master and Dora Yue'er turned to look at Jiang Fan, then at Zhong Ling. As they looked at each other silently, Zhong Ling nodded to them.

The two women didn't say anything else, but flew towards the tribe in front. Zhong Ling picked up Jiang Fan and jumped a few times to the tribal camp opposite.

The outer fence could not stop the four of them, and they arrived at the tribe's tents in the blink of an eye. With the presence of three masters including Beimeng National Master, the four of them quickly bypassed the patrolling guards.

The Northern Mongolian State Master found the tent of the leader of the Kutai tribe with ease. The tent was a little bigger than the surroundings, and there was a light inside.

There was a slight sound of conversation inside.

"Father, Ji Keli asked us to send troops to hunt down the Dayan cavalry that broke into the grassland. We can't do that even if we provide food. We must send out 5,000 troops. Otherwise, he will charge us with the crime of disobeying the king's orders!"

"Jikeli is too bullying. When the previous king was alive, we could be exempted from military service as long as we paid enough food. Why is Jikeli so overbearing?"

"Jikeli asked us to send troops, so let's do it! We are not able to fight him right now!"

"But...more than a thousand of our people have died for nothing. I heard that the four thousand Great Yan cavalrymen this time are extremely powerful and have destroyed several tribes. Our cavalry caught up with them, but before the battle even started, they used strange weapons to scare them into chaos!"

"If we send someone over there, they will just die..."

"If you don't send troops, do you think we will only kill more than a thousand people? The whole tribe will be destroyed! Forget it... send troops!"

The conversation quieted down at this point. Apparently, the last sentence had made everyone fall into silence.