"Protoss?" Temujin suddenly looked at the shaman in front of him suspiciously, and seemed to be full of doubts about this name, in the face of Temujin's doubts, the old shaman did not rush to answer, but prostrate on the ground, bowed to the sky, and said: " The Protoss is the master of heaven and earth, he created us, and he gave us wisdom and civilization, they created the rules of heaven and earth, and multiplied the creatures in the world, they are great, but those human races in Middle Earth are treacherous, go against the teachings of the gods, betray the guidance of the gods, and use the hateful power to seal the greatest existence of the gods on the Kunlun Mountain, Changshengtian is the remaining god race of the year, he led other gods to the grassland, created civilization for the grassland, sorted out the order, and gave us civilization and wisdom。 Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

When Temujin heard this, he shook his hand vigorously and said, "Okay, okay, don't brag, what you said is so great, it's not that the Han people in Middle-earth have been sealed or killed, they can really bring me great power?"

Temujin's words alarmed the old shaman who was immersed in the greatness of the Protoss, and roared with some annoyance: "Temujin, the greatness of the Protoss is not something you can imagine, the ancient Daomen you know was founded by the gods of the Protoss back then, and these gods' attendants made the Western Regions grow stronger and supported a large number of dynasties, and the Jurchens you look up to were created by those gods." ”

"Divine servant, then why don't these people go to save the Protoss, why don't they believe in the Immortal Heaven?"

Temujin leaned forward slightly, he was already full of interest in this divine servant, but there were still many doubts in his heart, and he looked at Lao Muli with deep eyes, and the sharpness in his eyes was more like an eagle.

This made the old shaman very satisfied, and after sitting down slightly, he looked at Temujin and said: "These gods have their own ambitions, they want to become gods themselves, occupy Middle-earth, enslave millions of living beings, unseal those gods little by little, refine the power of the gods, and take them for themselves."

The god who founded the Ancient Dao Gate is the guard of the supreme god, and his strength is very strong, Changshengtian has been damaged, and he is powerless to mobilize them, and he is also full of anger towards these people who have different intentions, as long as you believe in Changshengtian and sacrifice millions of living beings, we can lay down this world for you and make you the first person under the gods!"

Temujin looked at this shaman, his fingers lightly tapped on the table in front of him, his eyes kept pondering, he didn't mind having one more helper, but for this helper, he had a lot of fears, the shaman temple has great prestige in the grassland, many tribal wizards and shamans are from the shaman temple, but the grassland forces supported by this shaman temple are all killing in all directions, and then rising rapidly, and then disappearing, it seems that they will always be suppressed by the Quartet, especially the Middle-earth Dynasty is more jealous of them.

Thinking of this, Temujin couldn't help but think of that powerful Han dynasty, he didn't need to see it in person, just from the looks of Zhao Yuan and others and the continuous support that came in, he could know that the power of that dynasty made him tremble.

"Lao Mu Li, are you sure to stop the Great Song Dynasty? I heard that there are many masters there, that emperor is very strong, every time my Manichaean master mentions that emperor, he will have a face of fear, although he hides it well, but his eyes are like when I saw wolves when I was a child, sad and angry but helpless. ”

The old shaman sighed softly, looked at Temujin in front of him and sighed softly: " That person is very strong, he is the Dark Lord of this generation, the Dark Lord who devoured the grassland, the high priest has predicted, if we don't resist, he will completely swallow the grassland, the people of the Ancient Dao Gate have also come to us, they are very afraid, we have never seen these gods will reveal their fear of mortals, Xuannu Niangniang also personally sent a decree to Changshengtian, hoping that Changshengtian can revitalize the grassland, if we obey this dark lord, we will completely lose the grassland and become slaves!"

The old shaman said this, his eyes stared at Temujin fiercely and said: "Temujin, you are the son of the steppe, are you willing to prostrate under others and become a slave, your children and grandchildren will become slaves of the Central Plains, and your people will live like dogs, are you willing?"

"Haha, Lao Muli, you don't have to provoke me, I can see you, you should know my purpose, but I will never be moved by a few words, if you want me to help you, you have to come up with practical things, the flesh and blood of millions of living beings, you can also think of it, I am afraid that there are not so many living beings in my grassland. Temujin laughed, but his eyes were as cold as ice, and with his laughter, the guards guarding the door burst in, drew their scimitars, and looked at the old shaman coldly.

"Temujin, there are things in Middle Earth, in the Western Regions, and in the more distant Great Eclipse, and what the Huns and Turks can do, can't you do it? Don't you want to establish a new race? Then swing your sword and kill those alien races, there is a saying in Middle Earth that slaughters ten thousand people is the hero, if you can slaughter millions, then you will become the most powerful king of heaven and earth. ”

"You can help me, when I unify the grassland, defeat the Jurchens, and become the queen of the grassland, I will do what you said, but you need to wait!"

At this point, Temujin got up and walked out of the tent, leaving the lonely old shaman behind.

"Shall we ignore him?" a young guard asked with a solemn expression as he looked at Lao Muli.

"Haha, wait for them to send real benefits, now that the grassland is about to be unified by us, they need us, not me! Let's go, tomorrow morning, I still have to listen to my master Changchunzi!"

Temujin turned over and got on his horse, and thousands of young guards around him immediately manipulated their horses and followed him towards the beggar department.

Temujin, who was sitting on a war horse, looked back at the lonely camp tent and Lao Muli outside the camp, and said secretly in his heart: "If I can defeat the Jurchens and unify the grassland, I may have the opportunity to compete with that Great Song Dynasty. ”

Thinking of this, Temujin took out a red notebook from his arms: "The admission notice of Yanjing Lecture Martial Hall, my master said that it took a lot of effort to get it for me, and my Manichaean master is also very happy, is this thing really so good, but if I go, will the gathered forces disappear!"

Temujin looked at the notice in his hand and suddenly became a little contemplative, and at this time, a wolf howl suddenly sounded not far away.

"Little General, the steppe wolves are hunting yellow sheep, there are thousands of hungry wolves, what should we do?" a guard stepped forward with a nervous expression.

"Haha, go and see!" Temujin's face was overjoyed, it was really rare for a wolf pack of this scale to hunt, and his heart suddenly became interested. (To be continued.) )