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Möngke was not at ease with his other brother Kublai, who had high prestige in the army, so he left Ariq Böke, who had relatively less prestige, to guard Kharbrin, while sending Kublai far away.

In the Great Khan's palace in Khabarovsk, Ariq Böke was sleeping with his wife in his arms.

Suddenly, Ariq Böke, who was still asleep, seemed to hear someone talking to him.

"Ariq Böke, I am Salab, do you recognize me?"

Ariq Börg suddenly jolted awake, trying to open his eyes to see what was happening, but he seemed to be caught in a nightmare and couldn't wake up for a while.

"Don't you need to get up? I only have a few words to say to you." The voice was full of majesty.

Although Ariq Böke was a king, the entire Mongol people held the wolf god in high esteem. Many Mongols even swore oaths in the name of the wolf god Sharaba.

Ali Böke could neither speak nor move, but it was precisely in this state that he appeared to be signing documents.

"You are the grandson of Genghis Khan, the pride of heaven. Do you wish to accomplish the great feat that Temujin failed to achieve?" The voice, like a resounding bell, reached Ariq Böke's ears and continued to resonate.

“Mongke’s attacks on the Southern Song have been unsuccessful several times, and he has also lost Jinlun, the envoy I sent to the human world. I have lost patience with him, and the position of Great Khan must be changed.”

Ariq Böke is now fully awake. Although he still can't open his eyes, he is very clear-headed. This isn't a dream; someone—no, no, the Wolf God—is guiding him.

"I believe you have great potential. If you truly possess the ability and courage to shoulder the responsibility of the rise of the Mongols, then you will soon personally lead your troops to Dadu. You need to do this and that... Do you understand?"

"Understood, understood!" Ali Buge sat up abruptly from the G.

His wife, who was sleeping next to him, rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up as well: "Your Highness, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Ariq Böke embraced his wife, still vividly recalling the words the voice had spoken to him.

Was it still a dream? Or was it not real?

His gaze swept to the arm that was around his wife, and he suddenly noticed that a wolf's head was carved on it. The wolf's head bared its teeth and its eyes were fused together without eyeballs, exactly like the wolf god in legend.

"It's all true!" Alibra hugged his wife and kissed her repeatedly, laughing heartily.

Chapter 99: On the Verge of Creating a God [First Update]

Ever since Lin Yaoxie designated Ma Guangzuo as the lucky one, Ma Guangzuo has been unable to sleep well.

It must have been quite a challenge for him, to have someone who wasn't good with words come up with a way to deceive someone, especially the most powerful Mongol Khan in the world.

In any case, under overwhelming temptation, greed will overcome all fear.

When Ma Guangzuo made up his mind to do it, Möngke did not hesitate and followed Ma Guangzuo's advice. Five days later, all the Mongol officials in Dadu were gathered together for a hunting trip outside the city, the largest of its kind in Dadu.

Five days passed quickly. The most anxious person was none other than Ma Guangzuo.

Ever since the hunt was arranged, Ma Guangzuo had been waiting for Lin Yaoxie's arrival. He reasoned that since Lin Yaoxie intended to create a god-like image for him, they should at least discuss the details with him.

But a day passed, then two, then three, and after the sun set on the fourth day, until it rose again on the fifth day, not even a shadow of Lin Yaoxie appeared.

What Ma Guangzuo feared most was that Lin Yaoxie would have an accident on his way to Halbulin.

On second thought, if even Lin Yaoxie could make a mistake, then he had nothing more to say.

The hunting season has begun, and regardless of whether Lin Yaoxie appears or not, this event cannot be canceled.

After eating something early, Ma Guangzuo quickly rode his horse to the north gate of Dadu, where hunting teams would gather before setting off.

Everything proceeded as planned, and Möngke was in high spirits today. In fact, ever since he drank with Ma Guangzuo that day and discussed the meaning of the Salab miracle, Möngke had been in a very high spirits.

For many days, Möngke had indeed had the idea of ​​marching south again, but he just couldn't make up his mind.

He also hoped to use this hunting trip to see if he could receive more guidance from the wolf god.

Once everyone had gathered, the hunting party set off in a grand procession towards the north of the city.

Ma Guangzuo naturally accompanied Möngke Khan. Firstly, as the advisor on the hunting activities, he was obligated to accompany the king. Secondly, after Jinlun's death, Ma Guangzuo was the strongest individual fighter in Dadu and even within the entire Mongol army, and protecting the Great Khan's safety was a responsibility he could not shirk.

Third, and most importantly, Ma Guangzuo hadn't forgotten that Lin Yaoxie had specifically reminded him before leaving that he must stay by Mongke's side at all times during the hunt. Since Lin Yaoxie said that, there must be a deeper meaning behind it.

The hunt lasted from morning until evening. Mongke was in excellent form today, hitting his prey with almost every shot he fired.

This made him very happy, and even though several ministers suggested that he return to Dadu as soon as possible while it was still light out, he just hummed and hawed and brushed them off.

Ma Guangzuo didn't have Mongke's good mentality; his heart was in turmoil. The slightest disturbance would fill him with both surprise and joy, making him think that Lin Yaoxie had made his move. But in reality, he was always proven wrong.

Möngke was Tolui's eldest son. He followed his grandfather Temujin in battles from a young age. If he hadn't made outstanding military achievements, he would never have become the Great Khan of the Mongols.

Even with his excellent physical strength, he wasn't a true warrior on the battlefield. After a whole day of riding horses and shooting arrows, Möngke, who had been pampered for so long, also felt a bit tired.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was only peeking out from behind the distant mountain peaks; it was getting late.

Mongke, not entirely satisfied, turned to Ma Guangzu, who had been following him closely all day, doing his duty so diligently that even he was moved, and said, "Warrior, let's call it a day and go back."

Ma Guangzuo's feelings were complicated. The things he had hoped for had not happened, so it would be better to return to Dadu sooner.

Just as he was about to agree, he heard Lin Yaoxie's voice in his ear: "Continue to hold off Mengge and try to get him away from the main force."

"It's finally here!"

Ma Guangzuo spent a whole day preparing and was disappointed many times. But when Lin Yaoxie's voice actually rang out, he was still caught off guard.

Mongke happened to be turning his head to look at him and saw Ma Guangzuo's mouth agape and sweat dripping from his forehead. He laughed loudly, "Warrior, what's with that expression? Haven't you had enough yet?"

Ma Guangzuo was a boorish man, but he was not as stupid as he appeared. A truly stupid person would not have been able to thrive under the Mongol Khan.

Seeing that Möngke asked questions and that Möngke did not suspect anything, Ma Guangzuo decided to play along and not only did not hide his expression, but he became even more exaggerated.

"Great Khan, a huge bird has appeared in the woods ahead! Wow, it's enormous!" Ma Guangzu shouted.

Actually, when he said the first half of the sentence, it was purely made up to appease him. But when he got to the second half, he really did see a giant bird flying low in the dim night. Upon closer inspection, he chuckled and realized it was none other than the Divine Eagle that had carried Lin Yaoxie away.

Upon hearing the sound, Mongke turned around and looked in the direction Ma Guangzuo was pointing, and he also spotted the Divine Eagle.

"What a huge one!" Mongke exclaimed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ma Guangzuo said, "Great Khan, would you like to have a contest with me and see who can shoot down this great eagle, just like your ancestor, the Great Khan, did back then?"

Genghis Khan's archery feat of shooting down a giant eagle is a well-known story in Mongolia. Möngke had always looked up to his grandfather as a role model since childhood, and upon hearing this, he suddenly perked up and no longer felt tired.

He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, then stomped his heel on the horse's belly and galloped several meters before his voice returned: "Well done, let's see if you, the number one warrior of Xinjiang, are more powerful, or I, the Great Khan Mongke, am more powerful."

"Hahaha, I'll play along to the end!" Ma Guangzuo also spurred his horse and charged out.

All of this happened so fast that before the surrounding attendants could even react, Möngke and his entourage, along with their horses, had already gone quite a distance.

After the accompanying ministers shouted and turned the procession around, the two had already disappeared into the night and could only find their way by carrying torches.

Mongke headed north, with Ma Guangzuo close behind. The distance between the two horses was only a dozen meters, neither shortening nor lengthening.

After recuperating, he went down the mountain, and Mengge could still vaguely see the large eagle flying slowly dozens of meters away.

He nocked an arrow, aimed at the eagle, and prepared to shoot.

"Awoooooo..." Wolf howls rang out from all directions!

Chapter 100: Creating a God [Second Update]

When Möngke realized something was wrong, his warhorse was already out of control.

Möngke believed himself to be a seasoned warrior, capable of controlling the situation. Therefore, he was still holding the reins, trying to stop his warhorse.

Just then, several dark figures rushed towards them. The warhorse neighed, having been attacked.

The horse then shook violently and tilted to one side.

Seeing the danger, Möngke quickly freed his legs from the saddle and leaped into the air, causing his warhorse to fall to the ground.

While Möngke's body was still gliding through the air, he saw that countless wolves had appeared around him, numbering in the hundreds.

Before he could look any further, he landed on the ground and rolled on the ground. Behind him came Ma Guangzuo's loud shout: "Great Khan, don't panic, Guangzuo is here!"

Mongke felt a warmth in his heart; anyone who appeared in such a crisis was the most reliable friend.

But Möngke was, after all, the Great Khan; how could he lie there without regard for his image? He stood up and did not move around.

At this moment, Ma Guangzuo rushed up to him with a curved sword, his body bearing several bloody wounds, and he was carrying a wolf's head in his other hand, indicating that he had fought his way in.

"Great Khan, are you alright?" Ma Guangzu helped Möngke up.

Mongke patted Ma Guangzuo hard on the shoulder: "Warrior, you're great! Let's fight our way out together!"

Mongke reached out and drew his long dagger, but after assessing the situation, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

From the moment he was brought down until now, only a short time has passed, yet in such a short time, the wolf pack has surrounded him and Ma Guangzuo in layers upon layers. The dense pack of wolves stretches as far as the eye can see; they seem to be trapped in a sea of ​​wolves.

"How could this happen?" Mongke dropped the dagger in his hand. There was no denying that even after so many years of roaming the grasslands, he was still terrified.

"Great Khan, do not be afraid, I am here, I will definitely protect your safety." Ma Guangzuo still spoke with a booming voice, showing the spirit of the first warrior.

Faced with such a contrast in spirit, Mongke felt ashamed, but at the same time regarded Ma Guangzuo as his only support.

Ma Guangzuo threw the wolf head in his hand hard, and the wolf head fell in the middle of the wolf pack, crushing a wild wolf to death.

Although it boosted morale, what good was it if only one wolf died out of hundreds?

Mongke carefully examined the wolf pack and found that these wolves were completely different from those he had seen before.

Although they also howled with bared teeth, the murderous aura emanating from them was far more terrifying than that of ordinary wolves.

Mongke attributed this murderous aura solely to the sheer number of wolves, failing to notice that the wolves' true nature had changed. This wasn't murderous aura, but rather the deathly aura emanating from the undead vampires.

Ma Guangzuo's nonchalant expression contrasted sharply with Möngke's fear. He stepped forward and roared at the wolf pack, "Why are you attacking us? Don't you beasts know that this is Möngke Khan of Mongolia?"

"Hmph! You mere barbarians who eat raw meat and drink blood, do you even deserve to be called great?" A voice came from the sky, mixed with the cry of an eagle.

Mongke looked up, his vision blurred by the darkness, but he could make out the large bird flying overhead—his target. The bird hovered several meters in the air, and on its back seemed to sit a person in white. A waning moon hung in the background.

Ma Guangzuo, who had been calm all along, became a little deflated and whispered to Mongke, "Great Khan, in legends, the wolf god Sharaba seems to have appeared riding a giant eagle in a white robe. Could it be that..."

Mongke was already afraid, and after hearing Ma Guangzuo's words, he lost all his resolve.

The voice above was cold and solemn, aloof and unapproachable: "Mengge, do you recognize me?"

The same tone and the same words were used by Ariq Böke a few days ago, from a place thousands of miles away.

The result was the same, completely intimidating Möngke.

"You, are you the Wolf God?" Mongke asked, mustering his courage.

"Hmph! Good to know!" The imposter wolf god stood up on the giant eagle in the air.

"Mongke, do you know why I led you here, and why I had the wolves surround you?"