Chapter 1140: 511: Humiliation, military rit list published!_3
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The Ankara Tribe’s army was now less than a day’s march away from the Wild Horse Tribe’s heartland.
Duolong, Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe, painfully submitted the letter of surrender, along with ceding the entire Falling Horse Mountain Range, before retreating back to the tribe with his defeated forces.
This marked the ultimate victory of the Chira Tribe in this grand battle, with their territory expanded by nearly one-third and their hunting grounds extended by the sa proportion.
In the Barbaric Wilderness, territory and hunting grounds were everything.
anwhile, the Wild Horse Tribe was plunged into a life-threatening crisis. Not only did they lose a third of their territory, but half of their forces as well. They now faced an even greater showdown ahead.
What would fate hold? Life or death remained uncertain.
As for the Chira Tribe, they were swept up in a triumphant celebration.
Victory in this great battle had been stunning, with losses far smaller than anyone had anticipated.
Chief Constantine had led 8,000 soldiers into battle, yet fewer than 1,000 had been lost, a remarkable achievent considering the monstrous gains.
So when the letter of surrender from the Wild Horse Tribe finally arrived, the entire Chira army camp erupted into a sea of jubilation.
Bonfires blazed endlessly into the night.
And now, the most critical mont was about to begin.
The announcent of the battlefield rit rankings.
Every great battle ended the sa way: the rankings were imdiately revealed, with rit points based on the number of heads claid in combat.
In the Barbaric Wilderness, battlefield rit was the very currency of life—houses, won, wealth, food, and power all stemd from it.
This ti, however, the rit rankings carried an even greater suspense.
Chief Constantine had made a bold promise: whoever earned the highest rit would be given his daughter’s hand in marriage.
Now everyone was curious—who would win this ultimate prize?
Would it be Du Yan? Yanggu? Or Qiuju?
As for the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army, the suspense centered around the rivalry between Lanling and Du Yan.
Before the battle, they had made a wager.
If Lanling claid more heads, Du Yan would kneel before Suo Mo and admit his fault.
If Du Yan outscored Lanling, however, Lanling would have to kneel before Nini’an and apologize, while also staying far away from Dina.
Initially, the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army had little hope for Lanling, knowing all too well how formidable Du Yan was. But during the battle, they personally witnessed Lanling’s devastating archery, his skill mowing down enemies like a scythe through wheat. More than that, he alone had stemd the tide when the defensive line threatened to collapse.
At the very least, for this contest, the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army hoped Lanling would prevail.
For Du Yan, kneeling to Suo Mo was no dishonor. But for Lanling to kneel before Nini’an would be an unbearable humiliation.
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The rit rankings had yet to be announced, but Du Yan, Yanggu, and Qiuju stood beneath the largest bonfire.
The three n were fraught with anxiety, though they made every effort to look calm and composed.
Du Yan, for his part, felt deeply unsettled and puzzled as to why Constantine had summoned Lanling first. Perhaps the chief had discovered so hidden talent in him.
Even so, Du Yan felt the rankings were a foregone conclusion—he was undeniably first, with no surprises in store.
Especially considering that, at the last critical mont, he had decisively slain the Wild Horse Tribe’s young chieftain, adding fifty more heads to his tally.
Yanggu and Qiuju, however, harbored so unease.
They suspected their own rit scores might fall short of Du Yan’s. Still, to them, Du Yan was rely an “outsider dog,” and they believed the chief might tweak the scores slightly in their favor, making their totals comparable to his.
Regardless, all eyes were anxiously fixed on the upcoming announcent of the rit rankings.
Du Yan, above all, felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation the closer the mont approached.
Endless anticipation. Endless excitent.
He fantasized about the mont his na was read aloud as the top scorer, basking in the glory under the rapturous gaze of the tribe.
He imagined claiming the chief’s daughter, Nini’an—the flower of the tribe—as his bride, while savoring the envy of all the other n.
If it all ca true, it would be the happiest mont of his life.
As for his wager with Lanling, it was rely a trivial footnote. Besides, he would marry Nini’an, and Dina—she was his as well. Lanling had best vanish as far as possible.
At last, amid the collective anticipation, Chief Constantine erged, holding an enormous parchnt scroll. He strode up to the bonfire, unrolling it slowly.
“Victory in battle! Ti to reveal the rits!”
“Long live! Long live! Long live!”
The warriors of the Chira Tribe roared in unison.
The most pivotal, exhilarating mont had arrived.
Du Yan breathed heavily, trembling with excitent and anticipation.
Then, Chief Constantine shouted, “First place in the rit rankings—Lanling!”
At those words, it was as though a bolt of lightning had struck from the clear blue sky!
Like a teor crashing violently into the lake.
Du Yan felt as if thunder had split his mind apart. His vision turned black, and his entire body went ice cold.
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