B??ri Khan was pleased. His plans were unfolding brilliantly. The Emperor was shaking in his shoes and gathering together a weak army made of civilian boys and old men. Meanwhile, B??ri Khan’s success had garnered him the attention of all the other Rouran tribes, who had sent their own leaders, known as Tegins, to meet with him as was the ancient custom. Now the Tegins stood inside his large yurt, while outside their banners—the black bear, snow leopard, serpent, red fire, and wild stallion—whipped and snapped in the wind. It was the first time in years that all five of the greatest tribes had gathered in one place.

And it was all because of B??ri Khan.

Looking out over the rough group assembled in his yurt, B??ri Khan eyed each of the leaders. They stood amid a breathtaking array of treasures stolen by B??ri Khan and his men. Piles of silks and scarves and heaps of jewelry littered the room haphazardly, as though Khan had so much treasure he didn’t care if it fell to the floor and got trampled upon. He had made sure to provide platters of food and jugs of drink of which a few of the men now partook. However, despite the apparent celebration, the room felt tense. The tribes had come to support B??ri Khan, but that didn’t mean they supported one another. Their hatred for each other ran deep and true. 本章未完，请点击下一页继续阅读！ 第1页/共10页