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Chapter 934: Chapter 391 Heading South!

Heading South!

_2 Chapter 934: Chapter 391 Heading South!

Heading South!

_2 Hearing the three words “Great Snowy Wind,” he shuddered all over, suddenly turned his head, and looked in the direction of the sound.

But he saw in the distance that amidst the vast expanse, a sound akin to wailing ghosts and howling wolves suddenly arose, closely followed by a grey shadow enveloping everything, rolling toward the direction in which his tribe was moving.

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“Quick!

Run for your lives!”

Witnessing this scene, Anshan cried out sharply, his eyes filled with immense fear, “The Great Snowy Wind is here, everyone drop your belongings and run!”

As he spoke, he no longer cared for anything else, his whip flailing as he rode his steed to a part of the tribal procession, then he snatched a child from the arms of a panicked woman, held his own son, and escaped in the opposite direction.

As for his wife and the fellow tribespeople behind him, he could no longer afford to care for them and left them behind.

Some of the other warriors on patrol, following his example, took their children or simply abandoned everything, incessantly striking their horses with their whips, driving the steeds to flee into the distance.

However, they hadn’t gotten far when the Great Snowy Wind from afar quickly swept over.

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Countless large snowflakes, driven by the bitter wind, obscured heaven and earth.

The entire world was shrouded in wind and snow, turning into a grey expanse where the panicked nomads were instantly submerged, their piercing screams and the sounds of their desperate escape consumed by the endless storm in the blink of an eye.

Even Anshan, galloping ahead on his horse, which he had personally captured and tamed from amongst a group of over a thousand on the grassland, couldn’t escape this most terrifying natural disaster of the plains.

He had only run south for a dozen or so miles before the Great Snowy Wind caught up and he disappeared into the storm.

And all this, for the dark shadow, was merely a movement to the south.

The piercing cries of the wind and snow, carrying the terrifying Great Snowy Wind of the grasslands, descended upon this northern world in early winter.

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Rumbling sounds echoed, the earth trembling.

In the midst of shouts and mournful wails, the beacon fires turned to embers, the ground watered by blood and iron, and as warhorses charged, a war drew to its close.

Mou Yan swung his saber, a fierce cold light flourishing, instantly cutting more than ten men before him in two.

The space before him suddenly cleared, and looking back, he saw no enemies nearby.

Countless warriors gathered around him, the Great Khan, holding their weapons aloft and cheerfully shouting.

“Gray Wolf!”

“Long live the Great Khan!”

“Blessed by the Sky God!”

Everyone was celebrating this exhilarating victory.

For having defeated the enemies here, their Gray Wolf tribe had now secured this lush pasture, finally securing a foothold for the tribe on the southern grasslands.

A smile appeared on Mou Yan’s face as well.

Since migrating southward, despite facing many hardships, under his leadership, the tribe had finally overcome one enemy after another, securing this ultimate victory.

The shouts of countless warriors now only served to confirm his supreme prestige in the hearts of his tribespeople.

But amidst the celebration, the tribe’s Great Shaman hastened over, with many warriors respectfully stepping aside to clear a path as he passed.

In the tribal society of the grasslands, the secular belonged to the Great Khan, while the divine belonged to the shaman.

And the Great Shaman, the leader among countless shamans, was the spokesperson of the divine in the mortal realm, with a status even slightly more exalted than that of the Great Khan.

Of course, this was only concerning status.

In terms of power, naturally, the Great Khan who held worldly authority had greater influence.

Therefore, Mou Yan held great respect for the Great Shaman of the tribe.

“Great Khan, another great snowy wind has appeared on the Uke Grassland,” the Great Shaman said in a low voice, approaching Mou Yan.

“Uke Grassland…”

Hearing this news, Mou Yan’s brow furrowed deeply, his mood of recent victory instantly dissipated, and he couldn’t help asking, “Which tribes are migrating there?”

“It’s the Anke Tribe, the Mysterious Water Tribe, the Three Grasses Tribe, and others,” replied the Great Shaman.

“Did any of those people escape?” asked Mou Yan.

“No.”

The Great Shaman shook his head, “These dozen or so tribes, not one survived, all were devoured by the Great Snowy Wind.”

Mou Yan’s frown grew even tighter.

The Uke Grassland was a part of his Gray Wolf tribe’s domain, while the Anke, the Mysterious Water, and other tribes lived on that grassland as vassal tribes under the Gray Wolf tribe’s rule.

Although they had experienced a migration in the previous years, the majority of the tribes under the rule of the Gray Wolf tribe in the northern grasslands had already gradually migrated southward.

The tribes that remained in the northern grasslands now amounted to less than a third of their original number.

But over these years of migrating southward, the Gray Wolf tribe had been contending with numerous other tribes for pastures.

After several years of bloody battle, they had finally defeated the dominant power of the Tie Li tribe on these grasslands, which had moved south, taking over the remnants left behind and claiming dominion over this region.

However, after such great wars, the casualties among the tribespeople of the Gray Wolf tribe who had migrated south were extremely severe.

From the originally two to three million tribespeople, only just over a million remained.

It could be said that two-thirds of those who had moved south were buried atop these grasslands, becoming the fertilizer that watered the grass.

In these circumstances, Mou Yan naturally needed new lifeblood to replenish his losses.

Therefore, considering the increasingly frequent natural disasters and ever harsher weather in their original domains, which were now severely unsuitable for living,

Mou Yan simply ordered all tribespeople still remaining in the northern grasslands to migrate south en masse, to settle on the pastures he had conquered.

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