The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Not bad!"

Qin Yun clapped his hands and laughed, "You did a great job. In the Tabirense stronghold, did you find what I wanted?"

What he wanted most was the method of refining the ancient vine armor of the Tabirense people.

The ancient vine armor is extremely tough, difficult to be damaged by ordinary swords and knives, and it is extremely light.

If soldiers were to wear such armor, their combat effectiveness would be greatly enhanced, and their chances of surviving on the battlefield would also be greatly increased.

The ancient vine armor is a treasure!

That's why Qin Yun takes it so seriously.

Even if it meant destroying the entire Tabirons clan, Qin Yun had to obtain the method of making the ancient vine armor.

Ping Jianlou pondered for a while, then said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the Tabirense people do have the method of making ancient rattan armor in their fortress. I even found some unfinished ancient rattan armor in their fortress."

Qin Yun frowned. Ping Jian Lou didn't tell him directly whether it had it or not, but instead beat around the bush. It seemed that they didn't get the method to make the ancient vine armor.

"What's the problem?" Qin Yun asked in a deep voice.

Ping Jianlou saw that Qin Yun saw through his thoughts at a glance, smiled awkwardly, and then said: "Your Majesty is really smart and can see through my thoughts at a glance."

Qin Yun said unhappily, "Go ahead."

Ping Jianlou laughed and told the truth, "Your Majesty, the people of Tabirense are a group of barbarians with extremely strong personalities. The one thousand guards would rather die than surrender."

"Almost all the people of the Tabilense tribe in the fortress obey Guo Jiaya's words. Under her leadership, they are unwilling to reveal even a little bit about the method of refining the ancient vine armor."

In order to obtain the method of refining the ancient vine armor of the Tabilense tribe, Ping Jianlou even killed hundreds of Tabilense people, but still failed to intimidate them.

Qin Yun frowned and asked, "Who is Guo Jiaya?"

Ping Jianlou said, "Guo Jiaya is the wife of Moduo Moqiu, the leader of the Tabilense tribe. Without Moduo Moqiu, Guo Jiaya is the backbone of the Tabilense tribe."

"Jia is the respectful name used by the people of Tabirense for their mistress, hence the name Guo Jia."

Qin Yun's eyes were filled with murderous intent. "If you don't obey, I will kill you. If I can't get the method to refine the ancient vine armor, no one else can get it either!"

He had already seen the power of the ancient vine armor. Apart from being afraid of being soaked in water, it had almost no shortcomings. It was simply a perfect piece of armor.

It would be troublesome if his enemies got the method of refining the ancient vine armor and used it against him.

In order to prevent this trouble, Qin Yun had no choice but to exterminate the clan even if he could not obtain the method of refining the ancient vine armor.

After all, being kind to your enemies means being cruel to yourself.

Ping Jianlou was shocked and said, "I killed many people in the Tabilense stronghold. The Tabilense people still refused to surrender, but they were all scared."

"Their mistress Guo Jiaya requested to come to the Persian capital to meet with Your Majesty in order to protect her people."

"You agreed?" Qin Yun asked.

Ping Jianlou immediately broke out in a sweat and replied tremblingly, "Before we set out, His Majesty repeatedly told me that we must get the method of refining the ancient vine armor."

"The people of the Tabirense tribe are all disobedient barbarians. Even if we kill their entire tribe, I'm afraid we won't be able to obtain the method of refining the ancient vine armor."

"Therefore, I have made the bold decision to bring Guo Jia back to the Persian capital, and temporarily imprison the rest of the Tabernacle people in the fortress. I will leave everything to your majesty to decide."

The throne was unusually quiet, which made Ping Jianlou feel uneasy and nervous.

After a while, Qin Yun smiled and said, "General Ping, you did a good job. This way, we may have a chance to obtain the method of refining the ancient vine armor. At least it is more meaningful than directly killing their entire clan."

Qin Yun is not necessarily a bloodthirsty person. If there is a better way to obtain the refining method of the ancient vine armor, he will certainly not easily cut off the butcher knife.

Ping Jianlou breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard Qin Yun say, "If that's the case, then where is Guo Jiaya now? Why don't you call her to come and see me?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, please wait a moment. I will have someone bring him in right away." After saying that, Ping Jianlou waved his hand behind him.

After a while, several soldiers came in pushing a woman.

The woman had shackles on her body and her feet, so they made clanging sounds when she walked.

Looking closely, she had long brown hair. Although her facial features were deep, they were more like those of an Oriental person. There was a tribal pattern on her face that looked like a wolf or some other ferocious beast.

This is a beautiful face full of wildness, and her eyes are full of stubbornness and wisdom.

She looked taller than the average Daxia woman, and her light brown skin looked shiny in the sun.

She also had a great figure. She wore a fur tube top that tightly wrapped up her plump and round breasts. Her slender waist looked full of explosive power, like the back of a wild animal.

She wore a short skirt made of some unknown beast's hair around her waist, which just covered her round and elastic breasts.

But the two plump and round thighs are still very imaginative, and look explosive and full of charm.

Her calves were tied up to her ankles with animal skins with some fur on them, which kept her warm and protected her ankle joints.

In the tribe, she was definitely the most popular because her fertility was excellent and her wild beauty became secondary.

What was somewhat surprising was that Guo Jiaya didn't seem to like wearing shoes and was barefoot, but her feet had no wounds or calluses at all, but were instead smooth and tender.

Combined with her light brown skin, it looked like she had been smeared with oil.

Qin Yun sat sideways on the throne, propped up his head and looked at Guo Jiaya.

The soldier behind her pushed her and shouted, "Why don't you kneel down before your Majesty?!"

Guo Jiaya was pushed and staggered a few steps, but did not kneel down. Her wild and stubborn eyes stared at Qin Yun, like a leopard ready to pounce.

"Bold!" Ping Jianlou's eyes narrowed, and he immediately took a few steps forward, grabbed Guo Jiaya's shoulders, and pushed her down hard.

Although Guo Jiaya was very reluctant, how could her strength be compared with Ping Jianlou?

With a plop, he knelt in front of Qin Yun in the royal court.

Guo Jiaya stared at Qin Yun fiercely. "I thought the emperor of the civilized Great Xia Empire should know etiquette, but I didn't expect him to be so barbaric."

Qin Yun looked at her in surprise, "You can actually speak the language of Daxia?"