"Master?"

They all thought that Wang Kang had issued the wrong order, so there was no need to stop him? Let them in? Isn’t this a big mess?

"Go and execute."

Wang Kang said, "You just need to keep an eye on those Hu soldiers, maintain all order, and don't have too many problems."

"yes!"

Lin Zhen responded directly.

Everyone in Pingxi Army knew that the prairie prophet was Anani, who had been with the Grand Marshal for a long time.

She is here, what can I do?

It was just a temporary commotion.

At the critical moment, it still depends on several major legions under Wang Kang.

It's nervous for others.

But Wang Kang was very calm.

Anani came back, and she came with soldiers from the ancient tribe, not to encircle herself, but to help herself!

He was not worried at all!

Instead, this time is better!

If he can truly correct his reputation, he is the king of the grassland...

And at this moment.

Even with control, the riots around have intensified because the black iron cavalry are almost here!

The sound of horse trampling is getting louder and louder, rushing straight towards you!

This is not the key!

The key is that as long as this black army appears, it also means that the prairie prophet will appear!

In the memories of many grassland people, the title of prophet is still in the deepest part...

But this does not hinder their belief in it.

After so many years, many people have actually faded the prairie predecessors, and in such occasions, they have been awakened again!

The grassland has undergone tremendous changes, and the grassland king is crowned and is a foreigner.

This makes people think too much.

The prophet always appears at the most dangerous moments of the grassland. Does this mean that a foreigner will be incompatible with the position of the grassland king?

So he appeared!

He wants to return the grassland to the grassland people...

People's hearts and minds are inevitable.

Those ordinary people, the leaders of the previous major tribes.

However, they have not yet officially stood up and are still watching, because they are frightened by Wang Kang's iron blood and are also waiting for the prophet to appear...

"Everyone is honest!"

"Don't move!"

A large number of troops entered the field and began to maintain order. Today is a big day on the grassland. There are many people coming to watch the ceremony...

If it gets out of control, the result will be unimaginable!

Thinking of this.

Sanamo came to Wang Kang and said in a low voice: "Hurry and send troops to stop them, kill them all, including the prophet, no one left!"

"Solve everything before the prophet really appears, or you will be in trouble!"

"oh?"

Wang Kang asked back, "You are also a grasslander, and you also believe in the prophet."

Sanamo shook his head and said, "The Sana tribe is inseparable from you. We are all prosperous and both prosperous and both rich and both rich and rich!"

"You must not take it lightly. People's hearts are changing. Many people may be because they fear you. They are unwilling to accept it. Don't give them a chance!"

Sanamo looked at Wang Kang's casual attitude and seemed to not pay much attention to it.

"Don't worry."

Wang Kang smiled and said, "Nothing you think will happen. You just need to restrain the people of your Sana tribe."

"All right."

Sanamo shook his head and went there quickly.

"The prophet is here, the prophet is here, and all the prophets are here to take us out of the sea of ​​suffering!"

At this time, a man shouted loudly.

He was also watching the ceremony below, before being the leader of a small tribe.

"Swish!"

At this time.

Sanamo directly pulled out the scimitar and killed him!

Blood splattered, and there was a cold feeling.

And he shouted: "You all have heard from me. The prophet has been lost in the long river of history. Who dares to disturb people's hearts and kill them without mercy!"

Things like this have happened several times, and this is just the beginning!

There are many people who haven't spoken yet.

In their hearts, they all hoped that the Black Army could come directly!

After a while this happened.

The black army has arrived here.

On the periphery, all legions such as the Pingxi Army have entered a state of combat readiness!

Although Wang Kang did not order them to start fighting, once there was any abnormal movement, they would take action without hesitation.

At the same time, there was also a commotion in the Hu Legion, but it was still under control.

This is the power of the prophet.

Just a name makes people like this.

However, this black army did not reach the holy land. It just stopped outside and had no intention of continuing to advance, and had no intention of attacking.

Under everyone's eyes.

A team came out of the black army, which was a cavalry team with only fifty people!

Black war horse, black armor.

They were just guards, looking down at each other.

Then another rider came out.

This is a white horse, extremely handsome!

Its fur is white, without any slight variegation!

But people's attention was more focused on the person sitting on the white horse.

She was wearing a white robe, with long hair floating, and holding an ancient parchment in her right hand.

She was full of a holy temperament, unparalleled...

The prairie prophet!

This seems to be a very mysterious feeling. Even if you see it from a distance, you can be sure!

She is the real prairie prophet.

The white horse walked slowly, and the black troops on both sides escorted her towards the center and slowly approached!

The whole scene became quiet.

Everyone's eyes were focused on her.

Someone could no longer control himself.

Wang Kang had previously ordered not to stop him, so she walked smoothly and walked towards the ceremony...

"Prophet, he is a prophet!"

There is an old man.

He was really old, kneeling down tremblingly, and tears flowed!
To be continued...