For the older generation of Hu people, the prophet is the most primitive belief...

"It's a prophet, it's really a prophet!"

Most people still didn't kneel because in addition to the prophet, there was also the demon Lord Mangus!

Obviously, this is a collision between royal power and faith.

What is the result, it is unknown.

The scene was terrifyingly quiet, with only a slight sound of horse hooves.

that's all.

The white horse approached the platform.

"Master Prophet, Master Prophet!"

At this time.

A cry sounded.

"The Heaven of Eternal Life gives us the place to live in the grassland people. This is the home of our grassland people. Now it has been occupied by foreigners and killed by others. I wantonly. Prophet, please give us the way!"

This sentence seemed to be a direct detonation, and the words continued to be heard one after another!

"That's it, that's it!"

Sorkin murmured: "Prairie people may be killed and suppressed, but in the face of faith, they will break everything!"

Then, he also knelt down.

"Master Prophet, the Zhadalan tribe follows your will, but has been attacked by foreign tribes. Please give me the way!"

"Please give me some directions!"

Voices resounded!

And their crying was not responded at all!
Chapter completed!