Battle for Northern Frontier: The game begins with the grassland woman buying him.

The Naadam Festival officially opened the following day.

The bugles sounded loudly, and the drums thundered.

Warriors in the wrestling ring are locked in fierce competition, horses' hooves flying as riders race against each other.

The bowstrings hummed on the shooting range, and cheers and applause rose in waves, pushing the atmosphere at the royal court to its peak.

Then the Left Wise King Huyan Zhuo finally appeared. He was tall and wore a magnificent wolf-skin cloak and a golden crown. Surrounded by nobles and elite guards, he ascended the high viewing platform.

His hawk-like gaze swept across the entire venue, exuding the majesty of a king and the control over this grand event.

Finally, he took his seat in the main seat, his gaze quickly drawn to the intense wrestling match in the arena.

Meanwhile, Su Zhan and his men had already made their move.

At this moment, Hu Yanzhuo's gaze swept across the boiling arena, a calm smile on his lips.

In the arena, two wrestling warriors were dueling, their muscles bulging and taut.

Each burst of energy elicited cheers from the crowd; the drumbeats were as dense as rain, and the bugle calls were desolate and far-reaching.

This is a true golden age for the grasslands.

Su Zhan, who was mingling among the offerings piled up by the Lynx tribe, seemed like a stone, somewhat out of place with the surrounding enthusiasm.

He lowered his head slightly, but his gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, locking onto the figure on the high platform wearing a magnificent wolf-skin cloak through the gaps in the crowd.

Hu Yanzhuo was surrounded by more guards than marked on the defense map. The towering figures surrounded him so tightly that only a corner of his golden crown occasionally peeked out from the cheering crowd.

Just then, a bodyguard disguised as a servant of the Lynx tribe behind Su Zhan said quickly in a very low voice, "Third Master, Wild Chicken Neck has already set fire to the West Fence. The horses there are panicked and have rushed into the camp. The Golden Tent Guard has sent at least two squads over there."

Su Zhan nodded. Just as the servant finished speaking, an even more chaotic commotion and the clanging of metal came from the northwest. A plume of black smoke rose in the distance and was quickly dispersed by the wind, but the firelight was clearly visible.

It seems there's a lot of chaos going on beneath this grand event, but the people below don't want to clean it up.

Hu Yanzhuo, the Prince of Shunyi, is trying his best to suppress the unrest, but can they really suppress it? If they cannot, then the unrest will continue.

But the conference was too important. At least the grassland people regarded it all as extremely important, so they had to suppress everything. But they didn't know that this was just the beginning, and the so-called chaos was premeditated.

Near the viewing platform, the guards were on high alert.

A centurion, dressed in fine leather armor with a small feather stuck in his helmet, subtly changed his expression and quickly gave orders to his deputy. Soon, another squad of about 20 elite cavalrymen was transferred from their posts and sped off in the direction of the commotion.

The defensive density around the high platform visibly thinned out slightly, and the timing was perfect.

A cold glint flashed in Su Zhan's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he casually tidied up the wooden boxes of medicinal herbs piled at his feet. His fingers had already touched the mechanism at the bottom of the boxes. The two assassins beside him immediately understood and moved towards the other two boxes without leaving a trace.

With a low shout, barely audible yet exploding in the ears of every assassin, squeezed out from between Su Zhan's teeth, "Attack!"

"Boom!" Several muffled yet extremely penetrating explosions rang out one after another, deafening in sound, carrying terrifying power, and exploding with precision.

These were those boxes of so-called precious medicinal herbs. The specially made gunpowder inside exploded inside the sealed wooden boxes, and the huge impact instantly tore the heavy wooden boxes into countless burning fragments. Inside were also various poisoned iron filings and iron scraps, mixed with thick smoke, shooting out in all directions like poisoned arrows.

The offering area was not far from the viewing platform, and the explosion point was carefully chosen, located on the side and rear where the guards were relatively sparse.

"Protect the prince! Quick, there are assassins! Help!"

Screams, gasps, and the guards' roars instantly replaced the cheers.

The guards closest to the blast and a few unfortunate tribal servants were the first to be hit, thrown to the ground by debris and shockwaves, and were either killed or injured.

Thick smoke billowed out and spread rapidly, obscuring visibility and causing even greater panic.

Chaos erupted on the viewing platform. The nobles panicked, and the guards instinctively moved towards the center, trying to form a human wall to block Huyan Zhuo. However, their formation had already been broken up by the explosion and the chaotic crowd.

Just as the thick smoke and chaos rose, and everyone's attention was drawn to the explosion, Su Zhan moved. Like a lurking cheetah, he suddenly darted out from the edge of the smoke, his target the high platform.

His movements were as fast as a ghost. He blended into the chaotic crowd and used them as cover. In a few flashes, he had already reached the edge of the platform.

He had thrown off his rough fur coat at some point, and what he was holding tightly in his hand was not the tribe's scimitar, but a short sword that gleamed with a ghostly blue light and was clearly coated with poison. This was the killing intent he had prepared.

"Stop him!" The centurion reacted quickly, spotting Su Zhan who was attacking from the flank. He roared and drew his sword to strike.

But Su Zhan was too fast. He didn't dodge or avoid. Just as the centurion's blade was about to strike, his body twisted at an incredible angle and slashed away. At the same time, the short knife in his hand precisely sliced ​​through the centurion's wrist.

The excruciating pain caused the centurion to groan, and his long sword slipped from his hand.

Without hesitation, Su Zhan lightly touched the steps with his toes and charged towards the two guards who were rushing towards him like an arrow. His blade flashed, as cold as lightning cutting through the air.

The two guards felt a blur before their eyes and a chill in their throats. Even if they wanted to resist, they were powerless to do so, and then they were plunged into boundless darkness.

Su Zhan's swordsmanship was ruthless and direct, without any fancy moves. Each strike cleared away obstacles at top speed, aiming straight for his target, Hu Yanzhuo.

The calm composure that once held him in control on the high platform had vanished, replaced by shock and rage.

He abruptly stood up, staring intently at the black figure that approached like a ghost amidst the chaos, and shouted sharply, "Take him down! Kill him without mercy!"

His personal guards, several experts with bulging temples and heavy auras, finally moved, meeting Su Zhan with fierce killing intent.

The thick smoke had not yet dissipated, and the aftershocks of the explosion still lingered. The center of the entire Naadam Festival had become a scene of carnage.

Su Zhan's figure weaved through the flashing swords, only 10 steps away from the golden wolf throne that symbolized the pinnacle of royal power.

Thick smoke and chaos poured like boiling oil into the hot pot of the viewing platform.

Su Zhan's figure appeared and disappeared in the smoke, moving so fast that only a blur remained.