Chapter 451: Northern Barbarian hearts, God of the Capital Heaven (7000)

Deep in the wilderness.

On a mountain peak, over ten thousand warriors were stationed here.

Most of these warriors belonging to the wilderness wore animal skins, and their faces and exposed skin also had tattoos.

The decorations hanging around their necks were the bones of various exotic beasts!

This meant that the over ten thousand Northern Barbarian warriors stationed here had all hunted more than one exotic beast.

It was exotic beasts, not wild beasts!

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

And a qualified martial artist must have hunted an exotic beast of the first grade or above alone.

In the Central Plains region, among the exotic beasts of the lower three grades, there might exist exotic beasts that were very gentle and had no aggressiveness.

But in the Northern Barbarians, any exotic beast was absolutely more terrifying than the most ferocious tiger!

A qualified martial artist was called a "Tuodu Warrior" in the Northern Barbarians.

The over ten thousand people stationed here were all Tuodu Warriors!

They were the personal guard army of the Northern Barbarian King!

Every time the Northern Barbarian King Boerhu conquered a tribe, he would select a powerhouse from this tribe and let the other party bring a batch of elite Tuodu Warriors to follow by his side.

When he obtained the allegiance of eleven tribes, this personal guard army following by his side already reached over ten thousand people, and there were many powerhouses in the army!

This personal guard army by the Northern Barbarian King's side had now become the most powerful force in the entire Northern Barbarian!

At the highest point of the mountain peak, a huge tent was built.

A woman with wheat-colored skin and short hair walked toward this tent.

She carried two curved blades on her back, her figure was slender but full of explosive power, and she had a wild beauty that was hard to describe.

The warriors along the way, upon seeing her, did not dare to look more, and all lowered their heads to salute.

The woman was the only daughter of the chieftain of the Wuri Tribe, one of the four strongest tribes among the seventeen Northern Barbarian tribes—Wuya Nana.

Wuya Nana walked vigorously all the way and broke directly into the largest tent.

Inside the tent, a man was sitting on the ground, holding a book and reading.

The man was wearing a full set of black armor, which was rare in the Northern Barbarians, who were seriously short of ironware.

He had long hair, his appearance had the ruggedness unique to Northern Barbarians, but the temperament on his body had a few rare Confucian elegance in the Northern Barbarians.

He was the Northern Barbarian King—Boerhu!

"My King."

Wuya Nana walked into the tent and shouted to Boerhu.

Boerhu raised his head; he had a pair of eyes like stars. Anyone who met these eyes would be involuntarily attracted.

"Nana."

Boerhu put down the book in his hand and greeted his wife to sit down with a smile.

"My King, I heard that you intend to go to rescue the Dream Lion Tribe in person?"

Wuya Nana asked directly.

Boerhu nodded: "That's right."

Wuya Nana immediately became anxious; she rushed up and held her husband's face with both hands:

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

Boerhu restrained his smile and looked at her seriously:

"I am the King of the Northern Barbarians; when my people are in trouble, how can I not go to rescue them?"

Wuya Nana: "But..."

"Nana!"

Boerhu interrupted her, and huge majesty appeared on his body:

"I want to truly unify the Northern Barbarians; this is the test I must experience! I will let all Northern Barbarian tribes know that their King will not abandon any one of them!"

After speaking, he stood up from the ground.

His figure was not particularly tall, but when this Northern Barbarian King stood up, his figure became as towering as a divine mountain in Wuya Nana's eyes, supporting the sky and earth!

Wuya Nana looked at the other party with both admiration and worry.

She knew that once the other party made a decision, it could not be changed again.

No matter how dangerous or difficult this decision was, the other party would definitely go to complete it!

Just like when he told her back then that he wanted to challenge all the "Badu Powerhouses" of the seventeen tribes, become the strongest "Badu," and then come to marry her!

In the Northern Barbarians, ordinary martial artists, and even martial masters, and martial masters in the Qi-Refining Stage, all belonged to Tuodu Warriors, just at different levels.

Further up, martial artists in the Dao-Foundation Stage were called Tuodu Warriors.

Martial Arts Grandmasters were called Badu Powerhouses!

Boerhu did not belong to any tribe among the seventeen Northern Barbarian tribes; he came from a small tribe that lived in seclusion in the deep mountains all year round.

When he emerged, he was already a Badu Powerhouse!

Later, he traveled to various tribes and met Wuya Nana, the daughter of the chieftain of the Wuri Tribe, and then the two fell in love.

But Boerhu came from a small tribe in the deep mountains; compared to Ya Nana's family background, it was simply heaven and earth.

Even if he was a Badu Powerhouse, he still could not make the chieftain of the Wuri Tribe agree to marry his daughter to him.

Wuya Nana's original mission should have been to be sent to marry the son of the chieftain of another strong tribe.

In order to marry Wuya Nana, Boerhu chose to challenge all the Badu Powerhouses of the seventeen Northern Barbarian tribes!

Next, Boerhu spent six years defeating almost all the Badu Powerhouses of the Northern Barbarians, becoming the recognized "Strongest Badu"!

And at that time, he was only 35 years old, truly young and promising, with a bright future.

So the chieftain of the Wuri Tribe agreed to marry his daughter to him.

After obtaining the support of the Wuri Tribe, one of the four strongest tribes of the Northern Barbarians, Boerhu flew straight into the sky!

In just two years, he broke through the bottleneck that seemed like a natural chasm to others, becoming a Tiandu Powerhouse from a Badu Powerhouse, which was a Grandmaster!

This year, the 37-year-old Boerhu had a new ideal—

He wanted to unify the Northern Barbarians and become the second Northern Barbarian King!

So he began to lead the elites of the Wuri Tribe to conquer all directions, either using force to threaten, or using personal charm to persuade, or using benefits to lure...

In ten years, he successively conquered eight tribes!

Last year, he let six tribes jointly send troops to invade the Northern Border and fought several winning battles, grabbing a large amount of food and various weapons and equipment for the Northern Barbarians.

The harvest this year was more than the past three years combined!

Taking advantage of the momentum brought by this war, Boerhu decisively led the large army to threaten the headquarters of the Fire-Lin Tribe, one of the four strong tribes, and deliberately waited for the reinforcements of the other two tribes.

Next, he and the powerhouses of the three tribes publicly signed a covenant, and under the joint witness of over one hundred thousand troops, he fought three Tiandu Powerhouses alone!

The final result was that he won, so he obtained the joint allegiance of the Fire-Lin Tribe, one of the four strong tribes, and the other two tribes that had been in friendship for generations.

Boerhu was only 48 years old this year, and he was the King respected by eleven tribes of the Northern Barbarians, including the two strong tribes of the Wuri Tribe and the Fire-Lin Tribe!

So when he decided to go to rescue the Dream Lion Tribe and sent out the order, almost the entire Northern Barbarian moved!

On a high mountain, lava flowed, like a huge torch, burning the sky above red.

This mountain was the holy mountain of the Fire-Lin Tribe, one of the four strong tribes of the Northern Barbarians.

On the holy mountain, all the elders and the chieftain of the Fire-Lin Tribe gathered.

Boerhu decided to go to rescue the Dream Lion Tribe; of course, it was impossible for him to just go with ten thousand personal guard troops.

Although his ten thousand personal guard troops were also martial artists, they certainly could not compare with the Green Frost Army.

So before setting out, he issued orders to the eleven tribes that swore allegiance to him, requiring these tribes to immediately send elite warriors from the tribe to rush to the place where the Dream Lion Tribe headquarters was located!

This order was also conveyed to the Fire-Lin Tribe, so the Fire-Lin Tribe urgently convened this meeting.

There was an altar on the top of the holy mountain; at this time, six elders and the chieftain gathered together before this altar.

These seven people were all Badu Powerhouses!

The titles of Northern Barbarian powerhouses did not distinguish between martial arts and arts; the seven Badu Powerhouses present, four were Martial Arts Grandmasters, and three were True Persons.

Seven powerhouses stood before the altar, waiting quietly.

A moment later, an old man wearing a large red robe, with a burly figure, although he already had white hair on his head, but looked more robust than the vast majority of warriors, walked toward this place.

"Great Elder."

Including the chieftain, the seven people saluted the newcomer in unison.

The newcomer was the Great Elder of the Fire-Lin Tribe, Nuomuhan.

Top-level True Person cultivation, and he was a top-level True Person of "Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Great Perfection"!

Nuomuhan gave people the feeling more like a martial arts powerhouse than a sorcerer; he walked toward the seven people with dragon-like steps and tiger-like strides, his aura majestic:

"Everyone knows the King's order; start expressing your stance."

Without any nonsense, Nuomuhan went straight to the theme.

"I think Boerhu is too careless; the goal of the Central Plains people is obviously him. Launching all military forces to rescue in a rush, the well-set defense zones will all be disrupted, which will give the Central Plains people an opportunity!"

Fire-Lin Tribe chieftain Nuomumeng'er took the lead in speaking.

Nuomuhan looked at him, his gaze stern as he scolded:

"Meng'er, you must not call the King by his name directly!"

Nuomumeng'er was startled and immediately lowered his head: "Yes, Great Elder."

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

An elder said: "I think we can send troops; our Fire-Lin Tribe, plus the Yanxin Tribe and the Qingye Tribe, will send a total of thirty thousand elite warriors to go to rescue the Dream Lion Tribe, which is enough to give the King an account."

Another elder immediately retorted: "How can we easily send the lives of thirty thousand sons to death just for an account?"

"I think we should immediately persuade the King not to lead troops to rescue."

"It's impossible; the King has already set out with people, and the order has also been conveyed to the eleven tribes."

"Since the King has already ordered, we have to send troops."

"..."

The chieftain, together with six elders, had three elders who thought they should send troops to rescue, while the others held opposing opinions.

After Nuomuhan finished listening to everyone's opinions, he said with a grave expression:

"I intend to mobilize fifteen thousand elites from the three tribes, and I will lead the troops myself to converge with the King!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone changed color.

"Great Elder, absolutely not!"

Chieftain Nuomumeng'er was the first to oppose, "This trip will inevitably be full of dangers; once the fifteen thousand elites suffer too many losses, our three tribes will all suffer heavy losses!"

Without waiting for the other elders to oppose, Nuomuhan said sternly:

"Since I know it is full of dangers, if I only send thirty thousand people, wouldn't it be sending them to death in vain?"

Nuomumeng'er wanted to speak but stopped.

Previously, the high-level officials of the three tribes of the Fire-Lin Tribe, Yanxin Tribe, and Qingye Tribe all swore allegiance to Boerhu publicly on the holy mountain.

Under such circumstances, if Boerhu ordered the three tribes to send troops to support, but the three tribes remained indifferent, wouldn't that be publicly violating the oath of the holy mountain?

Even if it was for the face and reputation of the three tribes, they should send tens of thousands of warriors to support.

But if they had to do their best to respond to Boerhu's order, send a large number of elites to rescue, and even have to involve the Great Elder Nuomuhan, Nuomumeng'er was absolutely unwilling!

"Since we have already sworn allegiance to the King on the holy mountain, now that the King is in trouble, how can we not do our best?"

Nuomuhan asked sternly.

"Great Elder, it is not that we are unwilling to go to rescue, but that the Central Plains people came too fast and too suddenly this time; they even dispatched the entire Green Frost Army!"

An elder stood out and said, "Great Elder, except for that battle over five hundred years ago, when have the Central Plains people ever dispatched a ten-thousand-man-level Imperial Camp Army deep into the Northern Barbarians? If we take a wrong step in the next situation, the entire Fire-Lin Tribe might be doomed!"

"Yes, Great Elder, you shoulder the fate of the entire Fire-Lin Tribe, you must not be impulsive."

"Yes, Great Elder,

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Everyone offered their advice one after another; even the three Elders who had previously supported sending troops to provide reinforcements now disagreed with Nuomu Han's plan.

Nuomu Han looked at everyone present and sighed.

How could he not understand what was on their minds?

They had previously sworn allegiance to Boerhu because no one had expected that three Heaven Realm powerhouses joining forces—including him, Nuomu Han—would actually lose to Boerhu!

They could not go back on the promises made in public, and with Boerhu's massive army pressing down on them, the situation forced their hand, so the three tribes chose to pledge their loyalty.

But in terms of loyalty, it certainly could not be considered very high.

Now, the Great Lan Dynasty had suddenly launched a war, and for the first time in over five hundred years, they had dispatched the Green Frost Army to slaughter their way into the Wildlands!

Under such circumstances, quite a few people were no longer optimistic about Boerhu.

To put it bluntly, after this battle, Boerhu was very likely to die!

At that time, the Northern Barbarians would return to their previous state of fighting amongst themselves.

Because of this, everyone naturally wanted to prioritize preserving their own strength.

"Everyone, our Northern Barbarians have been divided for over five hundred years, and it has also been over five hundred years since we last produced a 'God of the Heaven Realm'."

Nuomu Han said in a deep voice.

The highest-ranking Martial Saint is known as a 'God of the Heaven Realm' among the Northern Barbarians.

The first Northern Barbarian King from over five hundred years ago was a 'God of the Heaven Realm'. After unifying the Northern Barbarians, he ambitiously led the armies of the seventeen Northern Barbarian tribes to invade the Central Plains, only to be beaten to death on the battlefield by the founding Emperor!

In the hundreds of years since, the Northern Barbarians had not produced a second 'God of the Heaven Realm'.

"If the King can truly unify the seventeen Northern Barbarian tribes, he will have the chance to become the second God of the Heaven Realm of our Northern Barbarians!"

Nuomu Han revealed this secret.

This matter involved destiny, which was profound and mysterious; very few people truly understood the inside story.

Nuomu Han was a top-tier True Person at the 'Great Perfection of Heaven Gang and Earth Sha', and having dabbled in the Dao of destiny, he had 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 a 'God of the Heaven Realm'?!"

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Nuomu Han shook his head: "It is not that unifying the seventeen tribes will definitely make one a 'God of the Heaven Realm'; it is just that the King's current strength and realm are already very close to that step. If he can successfully complete the unification, he will have a great chance to break through the realm!"

"This..."

Everyone fell silent.

They all knew very well what it would mean if the Northern Barbarians could produce another 'God of the Heaven Realm'.

The Great Lan Dynasty was long past what it had been five hundred years ago; if the Northern Barbarians produced another God of the Heaven Realm, the Great Lan Dynasty might not be able to stop them.

At that time, everyone would have the chance to possess more fertile land and abundant resources!

"This is why I chose to support the King with all my strength this time. As long as we can help the King get through this hurdle, his hegemony can be achieved!"

Nuomu Han said.

"Great Elder, since that is the case, why don't I personally lead the tribe's elite to provide support, while you hold down the fort in the rear."

Nuomu Meng'er was silent for a moment before suddenly speaking.

The seventeen Northern Barbarian tribes had existed for over a thousand years; ever since humans began practicing martial arts and the Dao of techniques, their inheritance had always existed.

Each of the seventeen tribes could guarantee at least one Grandmaster or top-tier True Person within their ranks!

Or they could borrow some secret treasure or special environment to reach this level of combat power.

This was the secret of their respective inheritances that the seventeen tribes had guarded for a thousand years.

Every Great Elder of the Fire Qilin tribe had been a top-tier True Person, and they were the guardians of the Fire Qilin inheritance secret.

As long as the Great Elder was still there, even if the Fire Qilin tribe lost most of its elite warriors, it would still not perish!

Therefore, the Tribal Chief Nuomu Meng'er would rather lead the troops to provide support himself than let the Great Elder take the risk.

But whether or not Nuomu Han, a top-tier True Person at the 'Great Perfection of Heaven Gang and Earth Sha', participated in the battle would have a massive impact on the situation!

Nuomu Han frowned, wanting to say something more.

"Great Elder, let me go!"

Nuomu Meng'er suddenly knelt on one knee and performed a grand salute to Nuomu Han.

With their Tribal Chief doing this, the other six Elders also knelt on one knee toward Nuomu Han:

"Great Elder, we are willing to accompany the Tribal Chief!"

With these seven Hegemon Realm powerhouses joining forces, they could barely hold their own against a slightly weaker Heaven Realm powerhouse on the battlefield.

Nuomu Han sighed; faced with this situation, he ultimately had no way to forcefully carry his own will through to the end.

And so, one day later, the Fire Qilin tribe, the Flame Heart tribe, and the Green Leaf tribe dispatched a total of thirteen Hegemon Realm powerhouses, plus 150,000 elite warriors, to rendezvous with the Northern Barbarian King Boerhu at the fastest possible speed!

At the same time, the other eight tribes also reacted in their own ways after receiving Boerhu's orders.

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

For a time, troops from all directions converged toward one point.

The Northern Barbarians, war clouds gathering!

PS: I am preparing for a major life event these few days, so updates will be fewer. I hope you understand~

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