Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

The rider's cold voice was like a knife scraping across armor, "Prove you are not a Khitan!"

The riders' encirclement suddenly tightened, and their scimitars drew a bright arc in the sunlight.

Considering the generations of discord between the Palatine Empire and the grassland tribes, they were very restrained in not directly attacking people.

"Does this prove it?"

Wop slowly raised his palm, and light blue spiritual energy flowed in his palm, like the condensed starlight in the night sky of the grassland.

The light shone on the bronze faces of the riders, clearly revealing their surprised and doubtful expressions.

The riders suddenly tightened the reins collectively, and the horses neighed and retreated.

The leading rider remained motionless, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the aura in Wop's palm. "Are you the Storm Seer?"

"I am a psyker, and so is the Stormseer."

The rider's sharp eyes examined Wop several times. Finally, he slowly put the scimitar back into the scabbard inlaid with animal teeth, and the friction between metal and leather made a dull sound.

He dismounted quickly and cleanly, his boots making a slight thud as they stepped on the grass.

The rider stopped three steps away from Wop, looking down slightly at the stranger.

"Why aren't your eyes gold?"

“I’m not from here.”

"So you are a Khitan?"

"No."

"Why come to the grassland?"

"I'm lost."

When the rider spoke again, Wop suddenly asked:

"You've always been the one asking me this, isn't it time for me to ask you?"

Rider: “Then ask.”

"What's your name?"

"Chagatai."

"I'm Wop." A gentle smile appeared on Wop's lips. "Can I join your tribe?"

Chagatai: "What's the reason?"

"I'm all alone and have nowhere to go. Is that reason enough?"

Chagatai tilted his head slightly and gestured to the riders behind him, "Give him my horse."

The riders around exchanged a few wary glances, but in the end no one dared to disobey Chagatai's orders.

Each rider in this team was equipped with at least three horses, and Chagatai had two white horses and two black horses.

The chosen white horse rubbed its owner's shoulder affectionately, and a barely perceptible reluctance flashed in Chagatai's eyes.

Chagatai handed the reins to Wop. "She's yours, stranger."

Wop took the reins, a light blue psychic glow appeared in his palm. When he stroked the horse's neck, the psychic energy at his fingertips seeped into the mane like water.

"Don't worry, you'll always be his. I'm just borrowing you for now."

The horse, which was originally restless due to the approach of a stranger, gradually calmed down under Wop's comfort. The white horse shook its ears and even rubbed its head against Wop's shoulder.

Wop's posture of stepping into the stirrup was very awkward, but through the subtle connection established with the horse through psychic power, the white horse adjusted its center of gravity tacitly the moment he turned over.

Wop stroked the white horse's mane and looked at Chagatai, "Where are you going?"

Chagatai's hawk-like gaze fixed on his face. "Revenge!"

……

Chogoris is a beautiful and rich world with vast green plains, towering white mountains and clear blue oceans.

The eastern part of the continent is covered with fertile plains stretching for thousands of miles. The Palatine people established the Palatine Empire here, maintaining their rule with plate-armored knights and arquebus-wielding infantry.

West of the Palatine Empire, the land gradually shed its fertile coat and turned into a vast expanse of barren grassland. The Palatine people contemptuously called it the Airland, while the grassland tribes who had lived by the water and grass for generations affectionately called it Artak.

Paladin looked down upon the barren airspace, so he did not include it in his rule.

But for fun, the nobles of the Palatine Empire would lead hunting teams deep into the grasslands every year. They hunted not cattle and sheep, but grassland people.

Therefore, the steppe people called the Palatine in the East Khitan.

Wop felt that this was a bit contrary to Tiangang, but the people on the grassland were already accustomed to such a name.

However, the target of Chagatai's revenge was not the Khitans, but other grassland tribes.

The grassland is large, large enough to accommodate hundreds of nomadic tribes.

But the grassland is very small, so small that nomadic tribes often kill each other for pasture, sowing the seeds of hatred between different tribes.

Just yesterday, Chagatai's adoptive father, Khan Ang of the Tarska tribe, was killed by the hostile Hulailie tribe.

When Chagatai returned on horseback, he saw only the tents of the Tarska tribe whimpering in the wind, and his adoptive father's body leaning in front of the golden tent, with the coagulated blood like a dark red ribbon.

So he summoned the warriors of the Tarska tribe and wanted Hu Lailie to pay for his blood debt with blood. Picking up Wop on the road would not affect his plan.

The night was as dark as ink. The wind from the grassland carried the noise from the distant camp, tearing the laughter of the Hulailie tribe into scattered fragments, which drifted away in the darkness.

Chagatai pulled the reins, and the white mist from his warhorse condensed into frost in the cold night.

The Tarsca warriors lay silently on their horses, their scabbards rubbing against their leather armor making a slight sound.

They stared at the camp illuminated by fire. The Hulai people were drinking and having fun, unaware that the shadow of death was looming over their heads.

Wop: "So, what's the plan?"

"You want to stop me?" Chagatai turned his head to look at the stranger.

"Killing someone means paying with your life, and debts mean paying back. It's only natural." Wop shook his head, his eyes sweeping across the distant, flickering flames of the Hulaile camp. "But they're outnumbered, after all. If they want revenge, they've got to have a thorough plan, right?"

Chagatai's face was as cold as if it had been carved by a knife in the moonlight. "The plan is to kill everyone we see!"

Before he finished speaking, Chagatai suddenly kicked his horse's belly, and the warhorse rushed towards the Hulailie camp like an arrow.

The warriors of Tarsca followed closely behind. Although they were exhausted from the long march, the rage for revenge burned in their blood like strong liquor.

The bonfire of the Hulailie tribe was still burning. The Hulailie people were celebrating their looting of the Tarska tribe, and the afterglow of the celebration had not yet faded.

If it is a large nomadic tribe, they may be able to build some fortifications.

But Hulailie, like Tarska, was just a small tribe. Their only fortifications and chariot formations were used to protect livestock, and the camp was flat.

The Hulailie people were apparently caught off guard by this surprise attack.

The night patrol riders of the Hulailie tribe discovered the danger in the dark. They rode their horses and whipped the horses towards the invaders, trying to buy precious time for the tribe's defense.

However, Chagatai's scimitar had already accurately passed through their throats, and the warning shouts stopped abruptly as soon as they tore through the night sky.

As the sound of horse hooves approached like thunder, some people looked up in confusion, while others staggered to their feet, only to be greeted by scimitars shining coldly in the moonlight.

"Revenge for the Khan!"

Chagatai's battle cry resounded over the camp, and behind him, Tarska's cavalry surged through the tents like a tide. They slaughtered everyone they saw, regardless of age or gender, leaving only a pool of blood before dawn.

As soon as sporadic resistance gathered on the west side of the camp, Chagatai led his men to penetrate the Hulailie people's defense like an iron spike.

The sabers that Hu Lailie's soldiers had hastily grabbed were still hanging at their waists, and three feet of blood were gushing out of their throats.

Chagatai did not make any plans, but he had already completed the deduction of the war in his mind. The Primarch's grasp of the war situation was far more accurate than that of mortals.

Whenever the Hulailie people gathered to prepare for resistance, he would always be the first to use his eternal killing to destroy their defenses and fighting spirit.

"Eternal Heaven bears witness to my loyalty!"

In order to save the lives of his people, Hulailie Khan, realizing that the situation was hopeless, shouted for surrender.

He untied the leather armor straps in public, placed the scimitar horizontally in the palms of his hands, and knelt on one knee to let the weapon naturally slide off the dust.

Even if the grassland tribes are mortal enemies, when one side surrenders, the other side usually will not kill them all. Population is a valuable asset for any tribe, and absorbing the enemy's population can also strengthen one's own strength.

However, Chagatai did not hesitate for a moment, he galloped towards Khurailie Khan.

Before Hulailie Khan could even look up, the blade had already passed his neck. His head rolled into the dust with a look of astonishment, and blood gushed out into the sky like a fountain.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

There was no mercy in Chagatai's eyes, only the coldness of revenge.

The warriors of Tarsca followed the order and moved, with swords flashing and sabers flying, wailing and blood intertwined.

He personally rode his horse into the scattered enemy formation, and every swing of his scimitar created a cloud of blood.

No matter they knelt down and begged for mercy, or fought to the death, they would eventually become the dead souls under his knife.

The night wind carried a strong smell of blood, witnessing this ruthless massacre.

The Hulailie people killed his adoptive father, so they must pay the price for it!

"We're really not going to leave any one alive?" Wop rode his horse side by side with Chagatai.

"Do you want to plead for them?" Chagatai tilted his head, his hawk-like eyes filled with cold determination.

Wop shook his head. "If I had come a few years earlier, or even a few days earlier, I would have advised you, but I came at the wrong time."

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

Chagatai's adoptive father died, so whatever he said now was easy for him to say.

He came to teach Hetai, but teaching also requires methods and timing.

Anyone who rushes up and starts spouting sermons without thinking must have something seriously wrong with his brain.

Besides, Wop is not a saint. Koz has killed many more people than Chagatai, and he has never advised Koz to be kind to others.

Each Primarch adheres to his own unshakable principles, which are difficult to change due to the words and actions of others.

Curze's code is justice, Mortarion's code is tenacity.

Chagatai was just like them.

If Wop dared to plead for the Hulailie tribe, it would only cause him and Chagatai to fall out.

Chagatai frowned, "Then why are you asking me?"

If Wop really dared to persuade him, he would just stab Wop.

Since you sympathize with them so much, you might as well go and accompany them. However, Wop's answer was completely beyond his expectations.

Wop: "I was wondering if you guys use the wheel chopping technique here?"

"What is a wheel cut?"

"An ancient ritual passed down in ancient Terra. Those who are taller than the wheel are beheaded, leaving only women and children alive."

The wheel cut is not complicated to explain, and even children can understand what it means.

It was Genghis Khan who popularized the wheel-chopping technique, but in fact, the wheel-chopping technique originated from the Jurchens' population reduction policy, and it was the Mongols who first enjoyed the ancient method of wheel-chopping.

Chagatai: "What can I get?"

"Rules," Wop said. "If you want to unify the grasslands, unify Chogoris, it's best to have a set of rules and order. Because no matter where you are, unification is always accompanied by rules and order."

Chagatai asked in return: "Why should I unify Chogoris?"

"I have to ask you this, you are the Khan."

Chagatai shook his head slowly, "I am not the Khan."

"It will be soon. Is there anyone else in the Tarska tribe who is more suitable than you?"

Chagatai realized that the outsider was right.

His adoptive father died, and he, and he alone, had to shoulder the burden of protecting and leading his people.

But how can he protect it?

There were hundreds of tribes on the grassland, and they were constantly attacking each other. Khitans would often come to the grassland to hunt, and the shadow of war never left Chogoris.

If he wants to protect his people, he must end the war, unite the brothers from all tribes on the grassland, and end the tragedy of fratricide.

And there are the Khitans. The Khitans will not stop hunting just because the grassland people are united. They must end the brutal rule of the Palatine Empire.

As long as he starts this attempt, he will gradually unify Chogorius, which is inevitable.