Liao Qiu knelt on the ground, raised his head, and burst into tears.

The breath of the dead is so clear that there is no need to explain at this moment, everything can be seen clearly.

“………Master…”

He punched his chest hard, and burst into tears.

All the guards were crying and crying.

Tianhao waved his knife in silence, slashed at the iron chains, cut them off each, untied Niu Weibang's body from the wall and carried it on his shoulders.

He did not go to get Niu Weibang's ring, but hugged the body horizontally, standing in front of Liao Qiu and others.

"Catch all the rebels, try to keep a living, and don't give them a chance to commit suicide."

Liao Qiu, who was filled with hatred, was furious and roared with anger: "It was them who killed the king, and so many people died at Wu Yuan's hands. I... I want to cut him into pieces."

Tianhao was unusually calm. He glanced at Wu Yuan who was lying on the ground and unconsciously: "Catch him up, send him to Heijiao City, and hand him over to His Majesty and the Great Master."

This is the correct way to deal with it.

Liao Qiu blew his fist in pain and hit his left hand hard. He pulled out his sword and rushed to the nearest Wu Yuan guard who had died, and slashed wildly at the corpse. Minced meat and blood splattered, metal and bones collided, and the scattered internal organs flowed out from the broken abdominal wound, and blood and stenched mixed... He needed to vent, but he did not lose his mind. His anxious heart could only cool down with blood.

"Give the news out and send a messenger now."

"The entire ethnic territory is subject to military control. Without my orders, no one is allowed to enter and exit."

"Prepare, everything is based on the king's funeral..."

As orders were issued one by one, although the atmosphere was dull, people were immersed in grief, but the overall order was orderly.

Tianhao walked out of the room, walked down the stairs, walked through the corridor, and appeared in front of more people in a solemn and cold manner.

The crying became louder and louder, and the entire Chitou City was shrouded in sorrow.

Niu Weibang is an excellent tribe king, and his death is regrettable.

However, the dead cannot speak.

In the last few minutes of his life, Tianhao knew that he had been seen through.

He is not Wu Yuan's accomplice, but he has the ability to save Niu Weibang when Wu Yuan presses the mechanism and shoots crossbow arrows.

Tianhao couldn't find a reason to do this. Power is only useful only when it is in his own hands. Although Wu Yuan was fierce and treacherous, he could see it clearly on this point. He did not say it wrong. Tianhao and him are indeed the same type of people.

"I promise you that I will govern this tribe well. In the future... there is no internal struggle, no war, no hunger, no cold, everyone can live and work in peace and peace. The world will become better, and the prosperous age of peace and tranquility will eventually come, and everything will be as you wish."

He stood there, holding Niu Weibang for a long time, like a sculpture.

A ray of sunlight tear open the dark clouds and illuminates the earth.

It is late autumn now, and the cold winter is about to cover the earth.

But no matter at any time, there will always be bright sunshine to dispel the darkness.

...

The territory of the cattle tribe, capital, Black Horn City.

The aging bull king has reached the last time. He is lying on the sickbed and cannot even complete the simplest turnover. Every time he raises his hand, he feels difficult, as if an athlete must do his best on the field.

The great master Wu Peng stood in front of the bed and looked at the two princes kneeling in front of the bed with concern.

Your Majesty is almost out of reach.

At the end of summer, his asthma relapsed and became more and more intense. He often coughed up in an out of breath, which was worrying and could suffocate during a severe cough that lasted for several minutes at any time.

The royal family is already preparing for related funerals. As the weather gradually gets colder, it is estimated that it will be difficult for His Majesty to survive this winter.

Wu Pengli was very frivolous about life and death. He and His Majesty were old friends who had been young and knew each other's thoughts very well. When they were old, His Majesty's suspicion was worse than in the past. He suspected everyone around him, including two biological sons.

The eldest prince Niu Weizhan is 44 years old this year, and the second prince Niu Weifang is 36 years old. His Majesty Niu was strong when he was young and gave birth to more than 20 children. However, God was destined not to give him such happiness as prosperity for his descendants. Apart from his two sons, only three daughters lived to adulthood.

The old bull king tried hard to open his eyelids, constantly scanning his two sons through the heavy wrinkles that pressed his eyes.

He let out a heavy breath, grabbed the sheets in front of his chest with both hands, his lips that were atrophy and uncontrollable were blunt, allowing saliva to flow down, connecting a thin line between the corner of his mouth and the pillow.

Wu Peng couldn't bear to see it anymore, so he bent down and whispered: "Your Majesty, it's time to make a decision."

The cattle clan has never confirmed the true heir to the throne.

This sounds like a very uncomfortable joke, at least Wu Peng feels like this.

He knew that his old friend was unwilling to give up power, and even the title of "Prince" without much real power made him extremely alert. Examples of rebellious sons killing monarchs are everywhere in history, such as the barbarians in the north, and the whites in the south are no exception. The joy of controlling power made the King of Niu feel very safe. Seeing his two sons fighting openly and secretly for inheritance, the feeling of being able to calm the conflicts with just one word of his own is even more magical. These practices seem boring to outsiders, and they can even be said to be perverted, but King of Niu himself does not think so. He has a unique view. This is my power. As long as I have a breath, I will not give it to anyone.

Wu Peng believed that if there was a way to kill his son in this world to extend his lifespan, His Majesty the Niu King would have ordered the killing of the two princes without hesitation.

This is not cruel, but a kind of crazy persistence.

But to the people, the Bull King is a wise Majesty and a just ruler.

"……you……"

Speaking these two words consumed a lot of physical energy, which immediately triggered a violent cough. The boring cough was annoying. Wu Peng and the closest servant next to him quickly helped the King of Cow from the sickbed, massaged, stroked his chest, fed water, and beat the back... The two princes looked at each other with their eyes, and sent out all kinds of comforting words like money-free flowing water. Only the gods knew how many of them were sincere.

Seeing that the King of Cow cough calmed down a little, Wu Peng, who was anxious, said again: "Your Majesty, it's time to decide. Are you the Italian prince or the second prince? Please make it clear."

The extremely weak bull king's eyes were scattered. He raised his hand weakly, and even the snail felt proud when he looked at it. He tried hard to raise his fingers, but he could only maintain a curved upward posture. Everyone's eyes were staring at him, especially the two heirs who were related to interests. They opened their mouths, and their nervous hearts could jump out of their chests at almost any time.

The King of Bull raised his fingers about two inches away from the bed.

There was no warning, and it fell down with a bang.

His head tilted and he drooped to the pillow.

Wu Peng felt his whole body tightening, and unspeakable grief surged from his heart, and tears overflowed from his eyes.

Old friend... finally went.

The eldest prince Niu Weizhan suddenly jumped up from the ground, and announced excitedly: "I saw that my father designated me as the heir, and I am the new king of the bull clan."

"Don't let your mother-in-one fart!" The second prince Niu Weifang obviously hadn't considered the fact that both of them were the same mother. He rushed over and grabbed Niu Weizhan's collar with both hands and tore it hard: "My father clearly pointed at me, I am the new king."

Niu Weizhan slapped his younger brother with his backhand and roared angrily: "How dare you be rude to me... Damn it, I will order you to kill you now."

"I am the new king." Niu Weifang punched his brother in the cheek, and the position swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye. He cursed: "I want to demote you to a slave, you damn bastard!"

"Enough!" Wu Peng roared and directed his servants to separate the two. He stood among the two princes, and his strong anger prompted the blood flow to speed up, and his face turned red: "Your Majesty's bones are not cold, so what's the point of making trouble like this?"

Niu Weizhan's face was gloomy and threatened: "I have been appointed by my father, and I will ascend the throne tomorrow."

Niu Weifang was not willing to fall behind at all: "You shameless blind man, my father just pointed at me, and everyone saw it."

"Your Majesty has no designated anyone." Wu Peng ended the argument between the two in a simple and rough manner. He said coldly: "The two high men seem to have forgotten that besides me, there are several commanders and ministers here. Do you want us to tell lies with our eyes open?"

Designating heirs is a major event for a clan. Four commanders and four ministers of the government stood by the wall on the side of the sickbed. Their identities were slightly lower, not as good as the prince, and even less than the national teacher. However, the final action of the Bull King can be clearly seen at the angle and position. He did not designate the heir at the last moment of his life, nor did he make any decisive action.

Niu Weizhan desperately restrained his inner impulse. He gritted his teeth hard and slowly let go. His ferocious gaze moved away from his younger brother's face, staring at Wu Peng standing in front of him, and his tone began to become gentle: "...Master, the father has gone. Whether he is appointed or not, he must choose a new heir. I am the eldest son, and this is my power."

"Hmph! You have no choice but to decide this kind of thing." Without waiting for Wu Peng to answer, Niu Weifang interrupted without hesitation. He took a step to the side, avoiding the national master who blocked his sight, and staring at the brother opposite: "We should follow the old rules, everything will be in accordance with the law, and a year will be the basis. At that time, the important officials of the clan will select a new king."

The law of the northern barbarians stipulates that if the king dies accidentally and does not designate an heir, then all heirs are qualified to compete for each other in the next year. After the autumn harvest of the second year, all important officials in the clan will be summoned to jointly select the next clan leader.

Niu Weizhan opened his mouth and screamed: "Why?"

Wu Peng glared at him: "Your Highness, please pay attention to your words. Your Majesty is the most important thing. The second highness is right. Your Majesty did not assign an heir. You also asked the two highnesses to work hard. At this time next year, we will decide who will be the new king."

Niu Weizhan didn't say anything, he stared at Wu Peng with a gloomy gaze.

He is a strong man with a rough appearance, and the strong genes of the bull tribe are fully reflected in him. The tall and strong skeleton supports his body, and the bronze skin is tightly on the surface of his body, forming conspicuous muscle separators. Whenever he clenches his fists hard, the blood vessels on both arms protrude, like thick tree roots half buried in the soil, releasing amazing power.

He was a natural warrior and was extremely brave on the battlefield. He followed his deceased father to fight everywhere since he was eleven years old and had a group of supporters in the Niu Clan army. However, his identity was here. The prince was not a real tribal king after all. The social system of the northern barbarians was destined to be higher than the royal power at some point. Niu Weizhan did not dare to attack Wu Peng in any case. Although he was rude, barbaric, and ignored etiquette, he knew very well that the great master had absolute voice and final decision on whether he could inherit the throne.

“…Please forgive my loss of composure.”

It seems simple to others to open his mouth to admit his mistake, but only Niu Wei and himself know how difficult it is. He knew that his father was about to fail, so he came to the bedroom early today and knelt honestly in front of the sickbed until now. Although he had made enough preparations in advance, two thick pads were sewn on the knees on his pants, but after kneeling for a long time, his muscles were sore, and even his bones felt fixed together and unable to move.

Code 1, I have worked hard to pretend to be the only to get the throne? If it weren’t for the news that the old man was about to die, I wouldn’t have come here to play the role of a filial son and grandson today. I still have to do the work on the surface, but of course it’s for others to see it.

Niu Weizhan knew his father’s thoughts and knew that he would not hand over the power in his hands easily. After following him for so many years, he only got a position of "leader". You must know that I am a prince with pure blood and the eldest son of his relatives! The leader, the jurisdiction of a mere ten thousand people, is the power given to his son by his father.

Thinking of this, Niu Weizhan sighed secretly, raised his eyelids, glanced at his younger brother standing opposite through his sparse eyelashes.

According to normal family order, Niu Weifang is at least the seventh, or the eighth, or the nineth... It is not his fault that the sorting is chaotic. When he was young, there were many women around him. Some children were unable to give birth, some were born due to illness and did not survive until adulthood, and some died unexpectedly due to various reasons. When he went out to play, he fell into the water, choked on his throat when he was eating, and was attacked by wild animals while hunting... Some were conspiracies, but most of them died normally. Niu Weifang, who was ranked behind the prince, was replaced in sequence, gradually caught up and became the eternal second.
Chapter completed!