The majestic mountains, vast forests, wide plains, and unique plateau climate allow Wufeng to fully feel the unique charm of the Marston Wasteland. The sky is bluer than when, and the occasionally floating white clouds seem to be closer to the ground. All of this makes Wufeng intoxicated and even almost forgot his mission to come here.

Turning eastward from the Tubu people's territory, we entered the nominal territory of the Sithro Empire. Although this place belongs to the Sithro Empire in its territory, the Sithro people actually did not implement real management of this land. Even under heavy troops, they could only barely maintain their superficial rule in one or two important strongholds. The wild and fierce Baiyin people are the real king of this broad and free land.

From the East Tengri Grassland, the terrain is moving eastward, and the terrain is getting higher and higher. However, this is also a low and gentle slope that gradually climbs up, and goes eastward. Finally, I finally climbed to the high plain area called the Marston Wasteland. This large plain, which is thousands of kilometers long from east to west and hundreds of kilometers, is not only distributed in large and small plains, but also spreads intermittently. Although it is called a wasteland, it is actually an extremely rich land. However, this land has always lived in this land.

The Boyin people, who were different from the ethnic groups in the mainland, in order to conquer this land, immigrants from the Western Continent immediately began to attack north after establishing their own country, hoping to conquer this land. However, the brave and stubborn Boyin people did not retreat at all in the face of the powerful Liberians. Even if they were at an absolute disadvantage, they were still indomitable. Field warfare, positional warfare, guerrilla warfare, and the Marston wasteland was covered with the blood of the Boyin people and the Liberian warriors.

For hundreds of years, the Liberians have been unable to completely conquer the Boyin people by all means. The complex and changeable terrain, the harsh winter climate, and the tenacious vitality of the Boyin people have become the best magic weapon for the Boyin people to survive. However, the Boyin people gradually declined under the strong suppression of the Liberians. They lived in the Marston wasteland and never recovered to the grand occasion before these Western continent immigrants came. The two sides were in such a strange stalemate and could not do anything to each other. But in general, the Liberian countries that had established a powerful regime had the initiative and superiority in the war against the Boyin people, and often launched attacks to weaken the Boyin people's strength in order to maintain their dominant position over the Boyin people.

The man sitting upright on the low platform was wearing a strange outfit, his long black and shiny hair was casually dispersed behind his shoulders, a golden headband strangled on his forehead, his thick eyebrows were like two blades, narrowly laid on his wide face, his thick lips were tightly closed, and his beard was dark beard under his huge nose. A man in short clothes and armor was holding a huge scepter behind him, with an extremely respectful attitude. The head of the rod was a lifelike skull, an extremely white and extremely ugly person, especially the two black diamonds on the skull's eyes flashed with deep light, which was quite gloomy.

"Guests from afar, I heard you are asking to meet me and all the elders of this department?" The dark gray eyes were faintly exposed under the thick eyebrows, and the divine light was pressed on the low platform, with both hands pressing on the low platform, with an aggressive aura.

Even though Wu Feng was standing there casually, the momentum he came with him was no less than that of a thick and thick man sitting behind the low platform. Wu Feng was smiling with a calm expression: "Chief Dorme, I have come from afar from afar, so I naturally want to see you."

"Oh?" A strange light flashed in his eyes. He curled up his right leg casually, supported his left elbow on the low platform, pressed his left palm against the thick cheeks of the tiger's beard, and pressed his right hand on his right leg, looking so wild and unrestrained, "Where are you from and what's going on here?"

With a loud smile, Wufeng glanced at the large group of men with disheveled hair who were kneeling respectfully on both sides. These people were probably the nobles of the Doer tribe, the largest Doer tribe in the Boyin tribe. The guy sitting above was naturally the chieftain Doer tribe Dormy.

"I heard that Bo Yin has always been hospitality, but I was disappointed when I saw him today. Could it be that the Dor tribe is like this waiting for guests?" Wu Feng smiled faintly sarcastically.

The strong man with a frown slightly frowned, and the golden hoop waved his hand. Someone immediately sent a low platform and a cowhide seat cushion in the center of the thick cow fur carpet. Wufeng was not polite, so he sat down with a big cross-legged look, "Why are there no wine or meat when he is in the hospital?"

The nobles on both sides were noisy, and they even stood up suddenly and wanted to get angry. However, under the majestic gaze of the top man, they all sat back obediently. However, several older nobles exchanged their gazes with some doubts, and finally they all turned their eyes to their chief to see how he dealt with them.

"Well said it, we seem stingy. Come and serve the guests with wine!" The strong man with golden hoop hair was stunned and laughed wildly, greeting the servants.

The half-cooked barbecue with a trace of blood was brought up. The large bowl of milk wine was filled with a strong smell of smell, which made Wufeng suffocate. He gently picked up the strip of flesh with thick blood. Wufeng inserted the silver knife on the plate into the meat. "I have come here thousands of miles away, so I have to taste these things. If Bai Yinren is still obsessed with the glory of the past, I think how long can you taste these things?"

A stone caused a thousand sensations, and Wufeng's sarcastic words immediately aroused anger among the many nobles, "Random!" "Bold!" "Looking for death!" A series of rude and evil words spit out from the mouths of the nobles on both sides. Even a few gloomy elderly nobles were angry by Wufeng's vicious provocation and their faces changed suddenly.

The strong man sitting upright only narrowed his eyes slightly, looking quite interested, "Guests from afar, I think you are here to visit your own tribe, I'm afraid you are not just here to provoke your own tribe. Smart people will just explain the purpose of your trip, who are you, where you come from, and what are your intentions?"

Wufeng's intention and performance have aroused his great interest, especially Wufeng's last two sentences surprised him inexplicably.

"Haha, Chief, do you think my words are a little harsh? Or do you think what I said hits the hidden pain in your heart?" Wu Feng still exposed the other party's scars so naked, "I wonder if we were playing like this with your sect leader some time ago? It seems that it was not going well, right?"

His face suddenly became dark, and his angry eyes burned in his eyes. The big bowl placed beside him was crushed by him. The snow-white milk wine flowed down the low platform and penetrated into the carpet under his feet. The thick lips of the strong man with golden hoops moved a few times, and the thick Adam's apple under his jaw also moved a few times, but in the end it didn't make any sound.

The gloomy and angry eyes were firmly locked on Wufeng's face, but Wufeng ignored it and frivolously picked up the silver knife and played with it in his hand, "What? Is it a little unacceptable? The bitter fruits of reality have been swallowed. Are you still afraid of being told about it? Is Bai Yinren so useless?"

"Enough!" Finally, I couldn't bear Wufeng's sarcasm. The strong man with a huge palm slapped his hair with a sharp slap. The strong low platform suddenly shattered like excessively dry soil. "Boy, if you don't report the name immediately and tell me what you are going to come, I can tell you to die immediately so much that you can't even recognize your mother!"

He glanced at the other party with contempt, Wufeng was unmoved at all and said lightly: "Calm down, excitement and impulsiveness are the biggest dangers of being a leader. It is not too late to move your head carefully to think about whether what I said makes sense before making a conclusion."

He was shocked, and the strong man with hair was shocked, and his face showed a thoughtful look. He took a deep breath to control his emotions. He shook his hair scattered around his face and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"Well, I'm just like the head now. I am Li Wufeng, the military and political governor of the Northwest County of the Tanghe Empire and the Governor of Northern Luzon!" With a proud smile, Wufeng stood in a tidy shirt, stood tall, and was domineering.

"You are Li Wufeng?" The strong man was shocked and couldn't help but stand up, looked up and down, nodded heavily, and showed a look of pleasure on his face. "It turns out that he is worthy of his reputation, and he is worthy of being the overlord of the East Manchu Continent!"

The nobles on both sides also looked surprised, and while whispering, it was obvious that they had already heard of Wufeng's reputation.

"Chief Tormai is too much. Li Wufeng has admired him for a long time when he can see Chief Tormai here." Wufeng also bowed his fists and smiled.

As night fell, the red bonfire shone the huge tent, and the heroes cherished the heroes. After a greeting, Wufeng quickly became familiar with Dolma, who was straightforward. Although he knew that Wufeng, who was a chief official of the Tanghe Empire, must have come with a good intention, Dolma did not mention it, but he was diligent in urging the drinks and enjoyed them all. Wufeng also refused to accept the visitors. With the strong Sanyang Zhen power as the backing, he was still full of energy and energy after dozens of cups of fire and wild milk wine. This surprised the nobles from all walks of life who came to persuade him to drink.

The cheerful wooden flute sounded, and the drum beats with a very negative rhythm sounded. The tents on both sides suddenly opened. Two rows of cypresses were flying out of the sky because of the girl, rolling in the air. The colorful movements the sky, and the silver dagger flashed, reflecting the extremely fair skin and flesh shadows, which was very moving.

The sound of cursing and sword shadows were filled with great slap. Wufeng's eyes wide open, and he couldn't help but slamming and exclaiming, as if he had completely forgotten that the chief of the Door tribe of the Boyin tribe was sitting beside him.

The fire light flashed and darkened. The seemingly lusty Dolmy glanced at the young man beside him who seemed to be completely immersed in the singing and dancing. His dark eyes were constantly spinning.

"Chief, you seem to have something to worry about? If you treat Li as a friend, why not tell me if Li is a reference for you?" His eyes were still full of interest and staring at the charming girl singing and dancing in the middle of the tent, her head was not moved, and her faint words seemed to have not come from his mouth.

"Haha, Brother Li is a distinguished guest of my Baiyinren. Today I rarely come to visit my Doer tribe. Even if there are all kinds of major events, I will talk about it later. Come on, you and I will drink this cup again." A cunning smile flashed in my eyes, and Dormy shook the giant lightly and grinned.
Chapter completed!