Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard

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In the northern mainland of Eslar, the southern Taryn steppe.

Kailimu rides on his beloved warhorse "Hoarfrost" and looks far away. In the distance is human's northern defense line, Thor's fortress. For 200 years, the most elite army of mankind has been stationed there, and the Orcish army who wanted to go south would have been shut out.

"Karimu ~" In the distance, a young man drove a horse, calling Kailim's name while running.

Kailimu pulled the rein, and the beloved "Hoar Frost" under his seat slowly turned his head.

The young horse of Zema ran to Kailimu, pulled the reins of the horse, raised the front hooves of the black warhorse under the seat, and hissed.

"Rugerman, what are you doing here?" Kerim asked the young man who came from the horse.

"Karimu, the chief wants you to go back immediately, there are very important things."

Kailimu gently patted "Hoarfrost" on the neck, "Hoarfrost" made a brisk cry, and suddenly left, Rugman was far behind.

Moments later, Kailimu returned to the camp, where he lived for hundreds of years.

"Kalim, you are back." Everyone in the camp who saw Kailim actively greeted him.

"Hoar Frost" put Kailimu in front of a big tent, and gently stopped.

Kailimu jumped to the ground, ignored the words of others, jumped the tent curtain, and strode in.

The huge tent was full of people. Seeing Kailimu coming back, an elderly man in a white suit sitting in the middle pointed to a felt ball beside him, motioning Kailimu to sit down.

Kailimu changed his normal way, bowed a respectful bow, but sat quietly there.

The elder smiled slightly and said, "Now that Kailimu is back, let's continue with the topic just now. We have 166 camps of the Clay tribe in the South Taren Prairie, and more than 10 million people have always hoped, Can restore the glory of our ancestors and re-establish the Clay Empire. "

A middle-aged man in grey and white clothes with a bright light on his head said: "Chief Abdul, your wish is naturally good, but I don't think that His Majesty the Emperor will promise us the restoration of the Clay tribe."

"Fart." A sturdy male voice sounded: "Kliai, you guy, sings against the chief every time."

Claire, dressed in grey and white, shook his head and said, "Don't forget that no king will watch his territories split, even if he is already a sick old lion."

Chief Abdullah, dressed in white, stretched out his hands, and the entire tent was suddenly silent.

Chief Abdullah said softly, "Restoring the glory of our ancestors is the dream of our Clan people. I believe that every grandson's children will contribute to this ideal ..."

Kri'ai shook his head, interrupted the words of Chief Abdul, and retorted: "Chief Abdul, maybe you should reconsider. Although our people have been divided into hundreds of tribes in 200 years, but We do n’t have to worry about survival at all, as long as we work hard, we naturally have fat lamb. We do n’t have to migrate daily to avoid the orcs ’attacks like our ancestors.”

Chief Abdul said: "Kriai, my child, do you think we should not establish our own country?"

Krieai said: "It is not for the sake of the people to live a happy and safe life when we build our own country. Now that we have done this, why should we do more? If the empire does not agree with our request, it may be time to meet each other. . Not far from here is the Thunderlord Fortress. If something unpleasant happens, it might give those barbaric orcs an opportunity. "

Chief Abdul looked at Kriai, and then to the others in the tent, and said softly, "Who else has a view with Kriai?"

Several people dressed in off-white clothes hesitated and did not speak.

"Very good." Chief Abdullah smiled on his face, "It seems that my child is more naughty than you, Krieai. I think, maybe our great **** needs you to serve him."

As soon as the words fell, Kerimu stood up, and a white light appeared from Kerimu's waist, flashing quickly across Krie's neck.

Kriai looked at Chief Abdul puzzled. He seemed to want to say nothing, but he couldn't say anything. Claire touched his neck with his hand, and his bare head fell to the ground behind his body. The last thought in Krie's heart flashed: "I am familiar with that person's back, who is it?"

Seeing Kailimu killing Patriarch Kriai, the whole tent was chaotic.

Chief Abdullah coughed softly, and everyone immediately calmed down and sat down obediently in his place.

Chief Abdullah said slightly sadly: "Patriarch Kriai has been greeted by our great **** and returned to his side to serve. I think we can make a decision now? If there is any disagreement with us, Raise, please raise your hand. "

The tent was silent, and everyone tried to lower their bodies and heads, lest the Chief Abdullah think it was disagreement and cause death.

"Very well, since everyone has no objections, let's do this. I will arrange for people to take care of them in the tribe of Kriai." Chief Abdul waved his hand, and everyone relieved and quickly stood up.

Although Chief Abdullah didn't say so, everyone in the tent knew that Chief Abdullah's words revealed a **** smell. What care, I am afraid that a little disobedient color will immediately be summoned by the great god?

Chief Abdul clapped his hands, and two servants bent over came outside the tent, and they swiftly picked up Krie's body.

Chief Abdullah said to himself: "Kri'ai, the rise of an empire is accompanied by blood. You can rest assured that your name will be the first of my Klein Empire for the honor of the great **** Dedicated people. Kailim. "

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"You are my confidant. This time, I am going to send you to participate in the Royal Athletic Competition. You have to keep in mind that it is not important to win the championship in this competition, the key is to understand the true power of the Empire, And try to have a good relationship with other forces so that we can use it in the future. Do you understand? "

"Understood, my chieftain," Kerim said respectfully.

"Chief Abdul, I'm going to compete in the competition too!" A female voice sounded outside the tent.

"Ha ha ha ha" Chief Abdul laughed, "Is it Rukani? Come in quickly."

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a young girl full of youth came in, followed closely by Rugman behind her.

Chief Abdul said with a smile: "Lukani, did you listen to your brother?"

Rukani said: "Chief Abdul, I don't care, I'm going anyway."

Chief Abdul pointed to Kerim who was standing next to him and said, "I can't be the leader. This time, he will lead the team, and he will be the one who will pick him."

There was a hint of ruddy on Lucani's face, and she said to Kerim embarrassedly, "Brother Karim, let me go too."

Kerim looked at Chief Abdul, who had a kind smile on his face, as if he were just a respectable old man. Kerim nodded and said, "This time, you must have participated in the competition, and your brother Rugman."

Rugman asked: "Brother Kailimu, who else?"

Kailimu said with a smile: "I know your mind, your good friends Nurman and Hussein are very good, you will tell them later, we will start tomorrow."

Lucani said happily: "Great, I can go out for adventure with Brother Kerim. Fernando City, here we come!"