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However, Lu Ming didn't care that she was angry with him. Which of the Sham and the others hadn't had a disagreement with him? Being overly respectful to each other wasn't the mark of a married couple; it was just customer service.

"By the way, Ramanlas, do you know why the cave dwellers hate the Azkra tribe so much? I asked many people in Surie, but no one knew, not even the cave dwellers themselves." Because the Koos Plain was so vast, and their group didn't know about the Azkra tribe, they could only search for the Azkra tribe on the Koos Plain, which was about half the size of a count's territory, or half the size of a province. So after a while, Lu Ming couldn't help but get a little bored and asked Ramanlas.

Hearing Lu Ming ask her a question, the still angry Ramanlas glared at Lu Ming before saying with a "whatever, I won't stoop to your level" attitude, "The cave dwellers were once enslaved by the Azkra, the most powerful nomadic tribe in the Miracaisar Kingdom at the time. That's why the cave dwellers hate the Azkra tribe. But the main reason is that the Azkra tribe's shamans cursed the cave dwellers, causing tens of thousands of them to die every fifty years for various reasons! So the cave dwellers hate the Azkra tribe! The reason you can't get anything out of the cave dwellers is because the cave dwellers you asked are too young and don't know anything about this."

"Don't know about this? What do you mean?" Lu Ming was slightly taken aback when he heard Ramanlas's answer, and then asked again.

"You know about the caveman rebellion more than ten years ago, right?"

"I know."

"That's because of the curse! After the inexplicable rebellion, hundreds of thousands of cavemen died. Although they received help from the Church of Light to lift the curse, their hatred for Azkula never lessened. But since the curse has been lifted and Azkula has long been imprisoned on the Koos Plain, the cavemen elders decided to keep the curse a secret to prevent the younger generation from being targeted by Azkula's wizards for mentioning it. So now the cavemen only tell their children how evil the Azkula tribe is, but they don't tell them why. That's why you won't get anything out of the younger generation of cavemen!"

After listening to Ramanlas's explanation, Lu Ming fell silent for a moment. Now he could understand why Earl Wara Wula hated the Azkra tribe so much. Tens of thousands of people died every fifty years because of the Azkra wizard's curse. Anyone would hate the Azkra tribe!

But are the Azkra tribe's shamans really that powerful? To be able to cast such a curse on an entire race is truly unimaginable. What kind of powerful being could unleash such a thing?

After searching the Koos Plain for several hours, a knight who had gone out to scout suddenly ran over and reported to Lu Ming and Ramanlas, "My lord, we have discovered the Azkra tribe!"

"where?"

"It's right ahead! But..."

Seeing the knight hesitate, Lu Ming frowned and asked, "But what is it?"

"But those Azkra people don't look very good at all!"

"Huh?" Upon hearing the knight's words, Caslan and the others from the Karna territory were all taken aback. In their minds, the people of the Azkra tribe were the fierce and burly barbarians from books; how could they possibly look anything but impressive?

However, when they saw the Azkra tribe in person, they found that the Azkra tribe's shepherding team they had encountered was really not that great.

These people wore simple clothes made of sheepskin, and their weapons were only made of bone or stone. When faced with the knights' weapons, which were so sharp that they could cut through steel, they were utterly powerless.

Despite the strength of the Azkra people, what use is that strength against a blade that can cut through iron like mud?

In a single encounter, Lu Ming's knights captured all ten members of the shepherd's team. Two of them were young girls.

After the knights brought the ten Azkra men over, Lu Ming and the other Ereberians began to carefully examine these Azkra men, who were deeply feared by the cave dwellers and most of the Karna territory. They discovered that these Azkra men were simply a group of savage, black-eyed, red-haired nomads; although strong, they were of little use.

“Azkra people, we are the army of the Kingdom of Miracaisar. We want to recruit you as members of our kingdom, so you few must lead us to your tribe, or I will kill you all!” Just as Lu Ming and the others from Erebus were sizing up the Azkra people, Kaslan suddenly walked up to them and said this.

Hearing what Kaslan said, Lu Ming was almost furious! Who says things like that, like a villain would say something like that?!

"Bah! We Azkra people will never surrender to you weaklings hiding behind the city walls!" Surprisingly, the person who answered Kaslan was one of the two girls among the ten Azkra people.

Upon seeing this, Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, inwardly shouting: Shouldn't the strongest man be saying this at a time like this? Besides, why are you speaking Miracaesar's language too?!

However, he didn't want to send that dim-witted girl, Kaslan, who was far inferior to her sister, to negotiate with the Azkra people. So he rode his warhorse in front of the girl, so that he could look down at her.

"You saw it yourself, ten of you couldn't even beat two of my knights. How can you say you're surrendering to the weak?" Lu Ming looked at the girl, smiling as kindly as possible, and asked her.

"That's only because your weapons are good! If you're so capable, fight the strongest Naba among us hand-to-hand, that's a real battle between the strong!" The girl wasn't impressed by Lu Ming's words, and instead pointed at the strongest of the other Azkra people, challenging Lu Ming.

"Naba? That sounds like the name of a minor character." Lu Ming glanced at the Azkra man, smiled slightly, then dismounted and ordered the knights to release the Azkra man.

After the knights released the Azkula tribesman named Naba, Lu Ming looked at the Azkula girl beside him and said, "You said that if I beat him in hand-to-hand combat, you would take our tribe. You can't go back on your word if you lose!"

The girl looked unconvinced that Lu Ming could win, and said arrogantly, "Of course! I swear to our ancestors that if you beat him with your bare hands, I'll take you to our tribe!"

"Alright!" Seeing the girl make a solemn promise, Lu Ming, who had been forced to ride on horseback for several days because of Winslant's few words, decided to vent his dissatisfaction on the man named Naba, so his eyes were a little cold when he looked at Naba!

Unlike his knights, Lu Ming had experienced countless battles and one war, and had killed thousands of his men. So when he became serious, Naba and the other members of the Azkra tribe couldn't help but tremble at his imposing aura.

"Although I've had it for who knows how many years, I used to learn Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) specifically to avoid being bullied by my classmates. So don't die, Naba!" Step by step, Lu Ming walked towards Naba, his expressionless face conveying the words in a casual tone.

Upon hearing this, Naba was so frightened that he took a step back.

But perhaps out of pride, a desire to protect his companions, or a reluctance to admit defeat, after taking a step back, Naba suddenly roared and boldly charged towards Lu Ming.

"Interesting!" Seeing that Naba had not been completely overwhelmed by his aura, Lu Ming couldn't help but look at this man named Naba in a different light.

However, his opponent's fighting style was completely unpredictable, consisting entirely of wildly swinging his fists, posing no challenge to Lu Ming whatsoever. While dodging Naba's punches, Lu Ming delivered an elbow strike right in the center of Naba's chest, sending him flying!

"Naba!" Seeing Naba sent flying by Lu Ming's attack, the other members of the Azkra tribe couldn't help but shout. The girl who had promised Lu Ming and the others that she would take them to their tribe's location if Naba lost also panicked at that moment.

However, at this moment, Naba gritted his teeth, forced himself to get up from the ground, and prepared to continue fighting Lu Ming.

Naba knew the vast gap between himself and Lu Ming. If it weren't for the naturally strong physiques of the Azkra tribe, he might have already been beaten to a pulp by Lu Ming. But he refused to admit defeat in his only strength, so even if it meant death, he would continue fighting!

Seeing Naba's unyielding attitude, Lu Ming was reminded of himself when he was a child, fighting with delinquent classmates until he was on the ground, but still thinking about fighting back.

"Refusing to yield? But reality is cruel, you brat!" Easily dodging Naba's attack, Lu Ming flashed behind Naba, ready to deliver the final blow!

"That's enough!" Suddenly, an old man appeared between Lu Ming and Naba, and caught Lu Ming's attack with one hand.

"Dragon Blood Warrior?" Upon seeing the old man, Lu Ming immediately recognized his strength and withdrew his attack.

At this moment, the old man glanced at Lu Ming, Ramanlas, and Kaslan and said, "I already know why you came. I accept your proposal. Therefore, we will no longer engage the enemy."

"Yes, old man, we are no longer enemies."

Chapter Twenty-Eight - The Azkla Tribe

"This is our tribe. Although it can't compare to your town, please allow us to entertain you all." After leading Liu Ming and his companions to the location of their tribe, the elder of the Azkra tribe said to them.

"Then we shall respectfully accept your invitation." Upon receiving the old man's invitation, Liu Ming and the others did not stand on ceremony. After leaving the troops outside the tribe, they took only two personal guards and followed the old man into the tribe's settlement, which at first glance appeared to be nothing more than huge and simple.

The Azkra tribe is a typical nomadic people, so they don't build houses, only tents. In this settlement, there are at least several thousand tents, meaning the total population of the Azkra tribe may be over ten thousand.

It's hard to imagine so many nomads living together, especially when they're herding sheep together.

However, when Liu Ming and his companions entered the tribe, they discovered that the Azkla tribe didn't seem to have many sheep, only enough to feed one-tenth of the Azkla people, which was far from enough to support so many. This puzzled Liu Ming and his group. But out of politeness, they didn't ask the old man or the other Azkla people who were looking at them with hostility.

Led by the old man, Liu Ming and the others arrived at the huge tent where the current chief of the Azkra tribe was located.

When the Azkra people guarding outside the chief's tent saw Liu Ming and his companions, they tried to stop them from approaching the tent. However, at the old man's soft cough, they were frightened and hurriedly stepped aside, no longer daring to obstruct Liu Ming and his group.

“The chief has been ill recently, so the children are a bit nervous. Please don’t take offense.” The old man turned around and smiled at Liu Ming and the others, then lifted the sheepskin curtain that served as the tent’s entrance, inviting Liu Ming and the others into the tent.

Seeing this, Liu Ming and the others decided not to linger and went directly into the tent.

Just as Liu Ming and the others had expected, the tent was spacious, with a huge blanket made of many pieces of monster hides spread out on the ground. In the very center of the blanket was a large hole, through which was a fire made of piled stones for lighting and warmth. On the other side of the fire was a recliner, on which sat a strong, rugged-looking middle-aged man.

"Welcome, distinguished guests of Miracaissa. I apologize that I am not feeling well and cannot stand up to greet you," the middle-aged man said weakly, slumped in his chair.

Seeing that even though the chief of the Azkra tribe was very weak, he still spoke with excessive restraint and pedantry, appearing quite uncomfortable, Liu Ming knew that he probably had something to ask of them. Therefore, even though he was feeling unwell, he had to speak to them in a way that he was not used to.

To avoid any unnecessary trouble during the discussion, Liu Ming said very kindly, "Chief, you're not feeling well, so there's no need to be so polite. We're not unreasonable people, so please rest assured. Also, if you're not used to speaking like this, please feel free to do as you please. We won't mind."

Upon hearing this, the chief of the Azkra tribe breathed a slight sigh of relief, and then said very directly, "Since you put it that way, then I won't pretend anymore. That kind of refined way of speaking really doesn't suit me. I still prefer to speak freely."

“Then, we won’t bother with diplomatic formalities and will speak directly to you, Chief.” Liu Ming smiled slightly, then had a guard bring out a document and personally handed it to the old man who had brought them there, instructing him to give the document to the chief of the Azkra tribe. At the same time, he addressed the chief, “To be honest, our Mirakesa Kingdom is currently at war with the Aifa Empire and needs the warriors from your tribe. Of course, we won’t send them to the battlefield for nothing. Our Mirakesa Kingdom will provide you with the greatest possible assistance, and will also give you a viscountry as your future residence. And it’s far better there than this barren plain!”

Seeing that Liu Ming had stated his purpose for coming here so directly, the chief of the Azkra tribe was very pleased, because he wouldn't have to waste his time with Liu Ming and the others while he was feeling unwell. So he also said directly, "I can agree to your demands and accept your arrangements, but I have two conditions! Otherwise, what do your lives or deaths have to do with our Azkra tribe?"

"So, what are the chief's demands?"

"My demands are simple: your magic school must accept children from our tribe! And you must lift the curse on our tribe!"

"School enrollment is easy to arrange. As the principal, Miral, the vice-principal, and I are both here. We can help select some students to enroll in the second half of the year. It's just that the number won't be large, since there are students from other places. However, I can write to the principals of other magic schools and ask them to admit some children." When Liu Ming heard the chief of the Azkra tribe's request, he pointed to his wife Miral and said.

"Is that so?" The chief frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Since you're willing to take our tribe's children, I won't ask you to accept them all. I imagine the other magic schools aren't much different..."

As they were speaking, three people from the Azkra tribe suddenly walked in. The only girl among them was the one from the ten Azkra tribe people that Lu Ming and his companions had encountered earlier—the one who promised to bring them to the tribe if Lu Ming could defeat Naba with his bare hands.

The remaining two boys were very young, only seven or eight years old, and looked very alike, seemingly twins.

The three of them ignored Liu Ming and the others, went to the fire, and respectfully called out to the chief, "Father."

'Are those three the children of the chief of the Azkra tribe? What are they doing here at this time?' Looking at the three children, Liu Ming wondered to himself with some doubt.

At this moment, the chief suddenly pointed to his three children and said to Liu Ming and the others, "These are my children. The eldest is named Upa, and he is twelve years old this year. The other two are Gedun and Yagra, and they are both seven years old this year. This is also a little bit of my selfish wish; I hope that my three children can go to magic school and lead the Azkra tribe onto the right path, unlike me, who has left the entire tribe entangled in a curse..."

“Chief, I understand your thoughts. I have children too, so I often think the same way! It’s nothing.” Liu Ming smiled slightly upon hearing the chief’s words, then used magic to test the chief’s three children and told the chief the results: “Both boys are suitable for magic apprenticeship and can enroll. However, Miss Upa is not quite suited to this path, and she is a bit too old. Her final results may not be very good if she chooses to study this path. If she insists on studying, she can enroll as an auditor.”

Upon hearing Liu Ming's arrangement, the chief nodded and said, "Then let the three of them enroll as students and auditors in the second half of the year."

At this moment, Liu Ming thought carefully for a moment and then asked the chief, "By the way, chief, what was that curse you mentioned earlier? I don't see any curse on you!"

The chief shook his head with a helpless smile, and then said, "This curse is no ordinary curse. Of course you can't see it just by looking at it like that."

"Not just any ordinary curse?"

"Yes, this is no ordinary curse, but the Dragon Blood Curse!"

"Dragon Blood Curse?" Upon hearing the name of the curse from the chieftain, Liu Ming was stunned for a moment. He then began searching his memory for information about the Dragon Blood Curse, but he found no mention of it.

"Yes! The Dragon Blood Curse. Twenty years ago, not long after I became the chief of the tribe, a red dragon came from the east of the Koos Plain. It frantically preyed on our sheep and cattle, making them its food, and even took pleasure in burning my people with its dragon breath. Because of this, we decided to kill it to prevent the entire tribe from perishing because of it. But when we paid an immeasurable price to kill it, someone accidentally broke its egg, causing it to let out a terrifying roar before it died. In the end, for every child born in our tribe, a member of our tribe would die. At first, we didn't know it was caused by a curse, but when our most powerful shaman was burned by the dragon's breath and finally couldn't hold on any longer, he suddenly received a hint from our ancestors, and realized that this was the curse that the red dragon had cast on its last egg!" The chief recounted the origin and effects of the curse with a somber expression.

"If I'm not mistaken, the one who accidentally broke the dragon egg was you, Chief, right?" After hearing this, Liu Ming couldn't help but ask, combining the chief's previous words.

"Yes, that person was me..."

Looking at the chief's gloomy expression, Liu Ming said somewhat embarrassedly, "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing. As long as you can lift this curse, you can say whatever you want." The chief weakly waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.

"So, let's check the children's aptitude for magic today, and then when you arrive at the settlement in Fubai City, let the priests of the Church of Light remove the curses from you, how about that?" At this moment, Lu Ming's wife, Ramanlas, came out and asked the chief.

Knowing that even if Liu Ming and his companions were incredibly strong, they couldn't immediately lift the curse, the chieftain agreed. However, he also stipulated that if the Miracaisar Kingdom, to which Liu Ming and his group belonged, couldn't lift the curse, they would choose to stand aside and not interfere with the elven army's affairs.

Naturally, Liu Ming and his companions were not worried at all. The Church of Light had never failed in dealing with this type of magic, so they were very confident.

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That night, Earl Wara-wu-la received a letter from a light element bird of six bright stars.

In his letter, Ming said that the matter had been settled with the Azkra tribe, and he hoped that Earl Wara-Ula could appease the cave dwellers and prevent any mishaps. He also asked him to gather some priests from the Church of Light to go to Fube's settlement to help lift a curse cast by a certain red dragon before its death on the Azkra tribe.

"Is it because he often orders around Lothric and Winsland that he's gotten into the habit of ordering me around? What a bastard!" Count Wara-Ula read the letter with the help of his human wife, and then couldn't help but laugh and curse.

"Wah-la-wu-la, do you really think this Lu Ming can convince the Azkla tribe?" However, unlike Wa-la-wu-la's optimism, his human wife was somewhat worried that Lu Ming and the others might be deceived by the Azkla tribe.

But Count Wara-wu-la said, "Don't worry! Those barbarians from the Azkra tribe can't possibly fool that guy Lu Ming. After all, he's someone who's played with taboos before. If he were so easily fooled, he'd be dead somewhere long ago! Besides, the Azkra tribe is really in dire straits right now. There are almost no metal veins on the Koos Plain. Even if the Azkra tribe could find some, they lack the technology to mine and process iron. So they're having a hard time right now. It's impossible for the army not to take advantage of this opportunity to come out of the Koos Plain! So under these circumstances, the Azkra tribe can't do anything but obediently follow orders."

Upon hearing this, his wife thought about it and realized it was indeed true. Moreover, even if someone in the Azkra tribe could capture Lu Ming and his group, Lu Ming would teach the Azkra tribe a heavy lesson, letting them know who they couldn't afford to mess with. After all, as someone who had cloned four Old Gods, no one would believe he didn't have a trump card to take them down with him.

Although everyone hoped he wouldn't use this trump card that was best left unused.

After discussing it with his wife, Count Wara-Ula summoned several knights and said to them, "You few go to Menelaus and have the Grand Duke send Archbishop Hamand to Forbes. Remember to be quick!"

"Yes!" The knights accepted the order and immediately turned to leave.

But at that moment, Count Wara-wu-la suddenly remembered something and called them back.

"Wait a moment!"

"Yes, sir." Upon hearing Count Wara-Ula call them, the knights immediately stopped and turned to look at Count Wara-Ula.