We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

The Sauron camp is quite remote.

It was neither too close to the center of the camp nor on the edge of the camp.

It seems that the Heishui Mohe people's attitude towards them is also cautious and vigilant.

He Conglong was wearing a worn suit of armor, carrying a long sword, and was accompanied by only a young boy.

With such an image, it is impossible to tell that he is a general of the Fengtian Army commanding tens of thousands of people.

As they approached the Sauron camp, Wanyan couldn't help but feel a pang of fear in his heart. He whispered, "Master, do you really want to duel with those Rakshasas?"

He Conglong shook his head: "Not absolutely, but cooperation."

"Of course, if those people don't understand the benefits of cooperation, I also know a little bit about swords, knives, fists and kicks."

Wanyan looked at He Conglong with confusion.

Although he spoke Xia language well and had been translating for He Conglong, he still couldn't understand the "stalks" created by Prince Feng.

"What is Rakshasa?" He Conglong asked again.

Wanyan's face showed a sorrowful expression. "Rakshasa means devil. Everyone in the tribe says that the Far North is unsuitable for human habitation. Those Saurons must be the product of an affair between a devil and a human."

He Conglong smiled and shook his head, without commenting.

Barbarians are ignorant and always afraid of things they have never seen.

His Highness had told them long ago that although the area outside the Great Wall was remote and cold compared to the Central Plains, it was not completely uninhabitable.

In addition to the Shiwei people in the north, there is also a country called Tsarist Russia in the north.

The north of Tsarist Russia is the end of the world, called the North Pole.

Even in the Arctic, there are animals active there. There is a snow-white bear and white wolves.

There are even people living there, I think they are called Newts?

His Highness also said that there is a fat flightless bird called the Goose Comer.

He Conglong still remembered that the prince had a somewhat sad expression when he said this.

He also said that in this generation, the bird should not have become extinct and its name should not have been taken away by the Antarctic goose.

Although what Li Che said was bizarre, it was never false.

He Conglong had never seen it, but he firmly believed that the people living in the far north were not demonic demons, but human beings like himself.

If the Saurons had white bears and wolves, or those flightless geese, we could find a way to get one and present it to Your Highness.

Everyone who knows His Highness well knows that He loves three things most in His life:

One is talented people, two is wives, and three is all kinds of strange animals.

whoosh-

Just as I was daydreaming, the sound of a broken string suddenly rang out.

He Conglong's eyes flashed, and he grabbed Wanyan beside him and dodged to the side.

An arrow instantly landed where they were standing, its tail feathers trembling slightly on the ice.

The Sauron camp was set up deep in the woods, with smoke rising from the chimneys, carrying a strong aroma of meat.

At the entrance of the camp, several Sauron warriors were grilling meat around a campfire. They were tall and strong, wearing roe deer skin hats on their heads, and there was a fierce light in their eyes.

The arrow was shot from the longbow in the hands of one of them.

"I have no ill intentions. I have come to your leader to seek cooperation."

He Conglong dodged to the side with a knife in hand, trying hard to force a smile and express his goodwill.

But he forgot that there was an insurmountable language barrier between him and these Saurons.

Wanyan on the side quickly repeated it in the Mohe language.

But the Sauron people obviously didn't understand what he meant.

They exchanged glances, and one of them roared and rushed towards He Conglong first.

He Conglong was immediately shocked: "What's going on? Didn't you tell them why I came?"

Wanyan's face showed bitterness: "They don't seem to speak Mohe either."

Seeing that communication failed, He Conglong no longer hesitated and drew out his long sword.

With a flash of cold light, the long sword blocked the scimitar of the Sauron warrior.

The blades collided, making a sharp sound of metal collision.

The Sauron warrior was indeed extremely powerful. He swung his scimitar with great vigor, and each blow was powerful.

Judging from his strength, this man is at least qualified to join His Highness's personal guard.

This kind of strength is already terrifying. Who are Li Che's personal guards?

Either they select the strongest men from the army, or only one out of a hundred people can be selected.

Or they are well-known knights who have fought in the martial arts world for many years and are capable of fighting ten enemies at the same time.

If all the Saurons have this kind of strength, then the rumors Wanyan mentioned before are actually somewhat credible.

Fortunately, He Conglong's swordsmanship became more sophisticated. He dodged the attacks flexibly and his swordsmanship was no longer merciful.

The Sauron warrior was suddenly unable to withstand it, but two more Sauron warriors joined the battle.

He Conglong fought against three people alone and was not at a disadvantage at all.

The long sword moved like a snake, and every swing was filled with fierce murderous intent.

Although the Sauron warriors were brave, they seemed a little clumsy in front of He Conglong's superb swordsmanship.

A Sauron warrior's scimitar was knocked away by He Conglong. He let out a scream and fell to the ground, covering his bloody arm.

He Conglong cut a deep wound on the chest of another warrior, and blood gushed out.

He Conglong didn't want to hurt them, but the other party's strength was far beyond his expectations, and he had no time to hold back.

Just as He Conglong was about to deal with the last person with all his strength, a burly figure suddenly rushed out from the side.

This man is eight feet tall, with a broad back and strong arms. At first glance, you might think he is a bear spirit from some mountain.

A mace came towards He Conglong with a whistling sound, and He Conglong quickly raised his knife to block it.

Clang——

The enormous force made his palm numb and the long sword almost slipped out of his hand.

The bear-like man was very strong and surprisingly fast. His attacks were as fierce as a storm, smashing down with sticks one after another without showing any sign of weakness.

He Conglong could only barely defend himself. Every blow from the mace made him feel a sharp pain in his arm, and the long sword made of fine steel was slightly deformed.

He knew very well that he was no match for this man.

This man is incredibly strong. I'm afraid that among the Fengtian Army, only Huo Duanxiao and Hu Qiang can defeat him.

Wanyan, who was standing by, was extremely anxious when he saw He Conglong falling into a disadvantage.

Several Sauron warriors stared at him intently, and he did not dare to make any unnecessary movements. He could only keep shouting in Mohe language:

"We have no ill intentions. We are here to seek cooperation."

But these Sauron people really couldn't understand the Mohe language, and they just thought that He Conglong was here to challenge them, and their eyes looked at Wanyan even colder.

Just when He Conglong was about to collapse, an old and majestic voice came from deep in the camp:

"Jitaihan, Ulunjidalahan."

The man's movements stopped abruptly. He lowered his head respectfully and stepped aside.

He Conglong finally had a chance to catch his breath. He stuck his long sword into the ground and tried hard to hold his body together.

"Whoohoo-"

He Conglong gasped for cold air, his lungs burning as if they were about to explode.

I was filled with fear, thinking that I had been too arrogant. It is true that there are always people better than you in this world.

Not long after, an old man covered in animal skins slowly walked out.

He was thin, but his eyes were full of wisdom and majesty.

The Sauron people outside all saluted the old man with their hands on their chests, and it was obvious that he was of very high status.

The old man walked straight up to He Conglong and asked, "Are you from Daqing?"

He Conglong looked a little surprised. He didn't expect that the old man could speak Xia language.

Although Xia language has a wide influence, among the Heishui Mohe, only Dudiji and Wanyan can speak it.

A Sauron who can speak Xia language must be no simple person.

"Yes, I have no intention of offending you, but I have come to seek cooperation from your department." He Conglong said respectfully, enduring the pain in his lungs.

The old man narrowed his eyes, looked at the two people injured by He Conglong, and said sinisterly: "You hurt my people, is this an attitude of cooperation?"

He Conglong said helplessly: "These two brothers are very strong, I don't have a chance to stop."

The old man stared at him for a long time, then nodded slightly: "Because they were injured by you, it's also their fault for not being good at martial arts and not having enough strength."

"As long as you're here, you're welcome. Although we in the Solon tribe don't read the sage books of your Qing people, we understand this basic truth."

"come in."

After saying that, the old man turned and walked into the camp.

The man holding the mace glanced at He Conglong and followed the old man.

Wanyan quickly ran to He Conglong's side, supported his arm with his small body, and asked with concern: "Master, are you okay?"

He Conglong shook his head.

"Or we should go back. These people are... a little scary."

Wanyan's teeth were chattering. He was just a child in his early teens, and it was good enough that he could hold on until now.

"It's okay, let's go in and talk to him." He Conglong replied, "They didn't want to kill me, otherwise you and I would have died long ago."

Seeing He Conglong's firm attitude, Wanyan had no choice but to support him and follow the old man into the camp.

The Sauron camp was simple, but not crude, unlike the Mohe camp which was messy.

The tents are arranged in an orderly manner, guarding the large tent in the center.

He Conglong and the other man followed the old man into the big tent and immediately felt a warm breeze blowing towards them.

The old man sat beside the stove, and the Sauron man retreated behind him.

Seeing He Conglong coming in, the old man raised his hand slightly and cut diagonally to the opposite position: "Please."

The elegant posture made He Conglong dazed for a moment, and he thought he was facing a great scholar like Qian Bin or Tao Qian.

But he quickly adjusted his state, handed the long sword to the guard beside him, and sat down in front of the old man.

"I heard that the people of Qing like to drink tea, but my family is poor and I really can't afford such a rare commodity."

"Try this. This is the birch syrup that we Solon people love to drink."

"Thank you, elder." He Conglong took the cup from the old man and took a sip.

Birch pulp is clear and transparent, with a sweet and refreshing taste and a light birch fragrance. It is not difficult to drink.

After He Conglong swallowed the birch sap, the old man slowly said, "You just said cooperation?"

He Conglong nodded seriously: "Yes."

"Who are you working with me on behalf of? Dudiji? Or yourself?"

He Conglong was stunned.

Although this question is simple, it is very fatal and directly hits one's own position and attitude.

He knew very well that if he gave an incorrect answer, he would most likely end up in a bloody mess.

He Conglong hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind:

"On behalf of King Feng of Daqing, I seek your cooperation."