She was desperate, and as the owner of the wolf, the 24th daughter of the body now lying on the scooter, she had noticed that the funeral would not go so smoothly. But what she didn''t expect was that the end would be like this. The people who came out of the grass were the dead men. She knew these people. It was said that they had scalded their tongues with iron on the day they swore allegiance, and they lost their language ability. As a result, they are also called silent. The greatest use of the silent in the tribe is only one, that is to make some people as quiet and permanent as they are.


    "Your Highness, we can''t last long. You need to find a chance to escape!" Cried the chambermaid, who had been serving him for many years, and was closer to the wolf owner''s daughter than her real blood sisters. Not only that, at this time, the servants who can still block her with weapons are the servants who have long-term friendship with her. For nuisa, they are her brothers and sisters, but these brothers and sisters are bleeding blood for her one by one.


    "Why?" She murmured, but the object of the question was neither the reticent nor her entourage, nor the attack planner who was not present. The object of her question was the corpse lying on the scooter. Nuissa had heard the rumors in the tribe about the death of the wolf owner, the undercurrent between the brothers, assassins, poisons, and fights. She also knew that because of her close relationship with a brother, she would be considered to have been in that faction.


    If you don''t want an eagle to take your baby, you have to cut off its wings before it takes off. She is just a girl, not enough to participate in the fight between brothers, but because she is a girl, the wolf master''s daughter, she can find more help for her brothers who she supports in a way that men can''t do. She is the feather of a young eagle, the kind to be pruned. She knew that, but she still accepted the task of her father''s funeral, because she believed that following the ancient tradition, her father''s soul would guide her to walk on a safe road. That''s why the team came to this remote grassland after a long journey. She thought that her father was taking her away from the dispute, but she didn''t expect to let those killers even more We have no fear.


    Did you give up on me? It''s like you give up your tribe and succumb to disease. Nuisa''s eyes become moist, but she will not really cry, she is the wolf owner''s daughter, tears will only let her parents shame. The smell of blood interrupted the girl''s thought. It was fresh. The smell of blood just came out of the cavity. It was so close that it seemed to be on the edge of her mouth. The silent cut the throat of one of her attendants, and blood gushed out. The machete cuts through the leather armour, letting the intestines flow out. This is a massacre. Although all the attendants have considerable skills, they do not occupy the top when they fight with the silent men who are specially trained as killers, let alone those mutineers who are accomplices, and they have only one weapon to protect the body as the escort of the funeral.


    This is a massacre, the will of the resistance was mercilessly broken, some people rolled off the horse''s back and pleaded, some people chose to die with the enemy in despair. In any case, the name of nuisa seems to be disappearing into the Prairie Wind soon, just like her father, who is about to be buried. Nothing can help her, only the boundless blue sky and the goshawks circling in the sky.


    "Chirp!" Nuissa''s name has the meaning of eagle in prairie language. It is said that it is because her father walked out of the yurt when she was born, and the first thing he saw was a goshawk flying across the sky. Superstition or belief, in this short blink of an eye, the disillusioned girl got a wisp of hope from the Goshawk. Maybe her father didn''t give up on her completely.


    The machete, scabbard, nuissa took a deep breath, clamped his legs between his legs, and rushed out with a low body! "Protect your highness!" The surviving Valet approached nuisa consciously and used their bodies to fight for the latter''s escape. Fortunately, for the sake of ambush, the silent did not ride a horse. While the last bodyguard was lost from the corner of nuisa''s eyes, there was no enemy in front of her, only grassland, sky, and flying shadows. Then there was pain.


    An arrow, inserted in nuisa''s left shoulder, nearly made her fall off the horse''s back. Once again, this arrow, which is not allowed to be carried by the owner of the bow, is not allowed. "Shoot the horse." The traitor in the line said to the bowpuller, "don''t you want to taste the wolf?"


    The bloody corner of his mouth pulled out a cruel arc. The target of the bow and arrow was lowered slightly. The arrow hit the right rear leg of nuisa''s mount. The struck horse suddenly lost its balance and fell with its owner, making a series of noises. "I hope you don''t fall to death." "It doesn''t matter. Just have a breath."


    Unlike the silent, these spies, who were originally hidden in the funeral procession, were not mindless dead men. For nouisa, they had evil thoughts for a long time. Even not just the wolf master''s daughter, many of her female attendants are being insulted by these traitors, blood, screams, evil laughter and the sound of knives cutting to the bone. All this happened in the green grassland, in the sun, in the eyes of the eagle named narin.


    "She wants to climb up the hill!" The man who came to nuissa said grimly, reaching for his brown hair and forcing the woman to lift her face."Maybe she likes to be on the hillside, so there will be more people to see, hehe." Another man was drooling at the corner of his mouth, and he reached out to take off his clothes.


    "Hey, you." From the top of the hill comes a voice of the people who want to pick up their clothes. The last thing he saw was an arrow. The arrow went straight through his right eye socket, and the arrow came out of the back of his brain with his brain. Batu took a breath after killing the man, then did not look at it. After wiping his right hand on his waist, the arrow in his quiver reached the bow string. Before the first traitor could speak, the arrow made a hole in his throat.


    "I''m sorry, I can''t stand it anymore." The hawk tamer in the water antelope department looks like water. On the grassland, plunder, killing and even worse things happen from time to time. As a grassland man, he knows the savage and brutal side of his people. Therefore, he could stand out and witness the betrayal, as long as the wolf owner''s daughter did not come to the place so close to them. Maybe this is destiny. Since she came to them, they had no reason to let her die.


    The figure holding the Tomahawk came to him, and then blocked an arrow shooting at them. But you''d better shoot the next few arrows on time. There are too many people. It''s too heavy for my arm to chop one by one. "


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