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

The remnants of the avalanche had already reached their limit by this point. If they could run another hundred steps to the foot of the mountain, perhaps they could have avoided the catastrophe.

Wop looked up at the snow on the top of Mount Ulav and said, "Yes, it looks very similar!"

Chagatai Khan pulled the reins. "Like what?"

Wop: "Just like when I buried the slave-hunting party in the avalanche in Nuceria."

Chagatai Khan: "You suspect this avalanche was caused by humans?"

"There are traces of psychic energy left here, but maybe it's just a coincidence."

"But you once taught me that any seemingly coincidental detail could be a foreshadowing of fate." Chagatai Khan's voice was shrouded in a biting coldness. "Exhume these bodies!"

The Paladins may not be the real culprit behind the incident, otherwise they would not have been buried under the snow, but digging them out might reveal clues.

The Qiexue people dismounted and dug through the snow with their scimitars and their bare hands.

Wop pointed in a direction, "Dig there!"

Tamu took two steps at a time and rushed forward, swinging his scimitar vigorously to dig.

Not long after, the shovel hit something hard with a clang.

"Found him!"

Wop walked slowly forward, and the snow under his feet made a crackling sound.

A thin figure curled up quietly, surrounded by a layer of light blue psychic halo, forming an invisible barrier around the boy, blocking all the pouring snow.

His chest heaved violently, and every breath condensed into white mist in the cold air.

The thin body kept shaking, like a dead leaf shivering in the cold wind.

Those eyes, illuminated by the radiance of psychic energy, were filled with the fear and confusion of surviving a disaster.

Chagatai Khan: "Did you cause the avalanche?"

The boy squeezed out a hoarse voice from between his cracked lips: "I just want to get rid of those Khitans."

Wop leaned over and picked up the boy from the snow pile. He lowered his voice very softly, "What's your name?"

"Shinaz."

Chapter 132: Pig Riding Me (5K)

"Snapped!"

The silver-inlaid goblet shattered on the ornate marble floor, and the crimson wine splattered like blood, staining the brocade carpet red.

Ktugu Sogo suddenly stood up from his gilded chair, his face distorted with rage, his usually arrogant blue eyes now burning with terrifying anger.

"Tell me, is my son really dead?" His voice was low and dangerous, like the muffled thunder before a storm.

"Your Majesty." The palace envoy's knees slammed heavily on the marble floor. His throat rolled several times before he squeezed out a fragmented sentence. "Those grassland barbarians took, took, took, the Crown Prince's head..."

The guard picked up an ebony box, and his arms under the gilded armor trembled uncontrollably, because he finally understood why the court messenger asked him to hold the box.

"Your Majesty," Earl Wilson stepped forward slowly. "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences and take care of yourself. Please accept my condolences and take care of yourself."

"That's easy for you to say. Your son isn't dead!" Sogo suddenly raised his head, his piercing gaze brimming with fury. "Come, pass on my decree. Execute Earl Wilson's son and posthumously confer him the title of Viscount Wilson!"

"Then, bury him together with the Crown Prince." Sogo's words were barely finished when his throat choked. "The Crown Prince is in need of someone to serve him well."

"Your Majesty!" Earl Wilson's face suddenly changed, all the blood drained away, his knees softened and he fell heavily to the ground.

"What? You don't want your son to serve my son?" Sogo's cold eyes seemed to see through him.

Earl Wilson shuddered upon hearing this, slowly closed his eyes, and rested his forehead on the cold marble floor. "I am willing. I thank Your Majesty for your grace."

His hoarse voice was filled with suppressed pain, but compared to the execution of the entire family, the price of losing his son was the lightest.

"Go back."

"Wei Chen retire."

After Earl Wilson staggered back, Sogo tapped his knuckles on the gilded armrests. "Right now, I suddenly feel much better."

The palace messenger knelt on the ground, huddled together, his forehead pressed against the blood-stained brocade carpet, his Adam's apple rolling but he dared not make a sound.

He was afraid that if he was not careful, he would suffer the same pain of losing his son as Earl Wilson.

Sogo was originally in a much better mood, but his peripheral vision caught sight of the ebony box in the guard's hand. The dark red marks seeping out from between the gilded patterns suddenly bit his heart like a poisonous snake.

Sogo's knuckles crackled, his voice as cold as a poisoned ice blade. "Send an order! Have all the princes and nobles gather an army of 200,000 within 20 days. I will flatten the grasslands and let those barbarians be buried with the crown prince!"

The palace envoy's Adam's apple rolled. He knew very well that it was easy to gather an army of 200,000 within 20 days, but it was very difficult to be responsible for the logistical supply and overall command of these 200,000 people.

Besides, it is winter now, which is not suitable for a large-scale attack on the grassland, but he did not dare to persuade Sogo now.

For his son and for the empire.

Let those barbarians pay the price.

It's okay. The Empire still has an army of 200,000. Even if the logistics can't keep up, even if it's winter, they can still easily deal with a group of grassland barbarians.

Fortunately, His Majesty gave us twenty days instead of two. We should be content.

……

"Run, dead legs, faster!"

Shinaiz ran in the snow in Ulav, with the Khitans chasing him.

He ran faster because the Khitans were all clad in armor, with curved steel plates covering their leather coats.

He could hear the clink of their knuckle guards; their defenses were impenetrable, but the weight also made them tire more easily than he did.

However, infantry was not the only force of the Khitans, they also had cavalry.

When they realized they could not catch up with Shinaiz, the infantry blew the bone whistle for help.

Shinaiz secretly groaned. If the Khan had any way, he would never let him set foot in Urav Mountain alone.

However, the test of Changshengtian applies only to one's mind. The gods appear only to lonely souls, where the earth holds up the boundless sky. Moreover, the veil between realms is thin and dangerous.

He can only face it alone.

At the moment of death, he successfully saw the gods.

But when he went down the mountain, the warriors sent by the Khan to escort him had unfortunately been killed by the Khitans.

The Khitans discovered him and hundreds of them chased him.

He must run, leave Uravshan, and go to the Khan, because only the Khan can protect him!

Suddenly, he heard the neighing of warhorses, and the sound of iron hooves crushing the snow exploded behind him. Even without turning back, the thunderous roar was enough to indicate the number of pursuers.

War horses ran much faster than mortals. Without even having time to catch his breath, Shinaiz was surrounded by a tide of cavalry coming from all directions.

The Khitan cavalry were all wearing heavy plate armor and armed with spears instead of the scimitars commonly used by the grassland people.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a noose came out of nowhere, and the cold rope slid across his shoulders like a poisonous snake, tightening instantly.

Shinaiz felt a tightness around his waist, and was suddenly pulled by a huge force, falling heavily into the snow.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is mighty!"

He heard a burst of flattering cheers from the cavalry around him, and the rider who had captured him with a lasso leaned down from his horse, his wolf-like eyes flashing with a playful gleam.

"You're fast, little one, but not fast enough!"

Shinaiz gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with unyielding rage.

He knew that the Khitans would not kill him. The boy with golden eyes was very precious to both the grassland people and the Khitans.

But he would never bow to the Khitans!

Even though his hands were tied and he was outnumbered, the rage boiling in his chest screamed at him, "Resist! Right now! You can resist!"

"Ah!"

Shinaiz let out a heart-wrenching cry, and a dazzling light burst out from his body. Thousands of arcs of electricity crackled in the air, illuminating the surrounding snow into a strange blue and white color.

His consciousness was blurred, but his eardrums detected a loud noise like a mountain collapsing!

"boom!"

In an instant, the sky collapsed.

The sky collapsed like a broken porcelain bowl, hundreds of thousands of tons of snow cascading down in a pale torrent. The rider's smile froze on his face, and before he could escape, he and his horse were buried by the sudden avalanche.

"Cold, so cold."

The world fell into eternal darkness.

Shinaiz curled up into the fetal position, and the light released instinctively opened up a small space in the snow, but it could not stop the biting cold that was eroding his life inch by inch.

Time freezes in the low temperature.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of snow sliding down awakened my consciousness which was on the verge of dissipating.

A pair of warm hands broke open the white grave and rescued him from the cold hell.

"What's your name?" The voice was like a thawing stream in early spring, flowing over his frozen eardrums.

"Shi...Naizu..." He uttered a few breathy sounds through his lips, as if he was using his last bit of strength to confirm his existence.

"what!"

Shinaiz suddenly opened his eyes, his golden pupils shrinking slightly in the dim light.

In the fire pit, orange-red flames licked the bottom of the copper kettle, making a slight crackling sound.

Shinaiz stared blankly at the dancing flames, and in a trance he could still hear the roar of the avalanche in his dream echoing in his ears.

"Sinaizu."

He heard someone calling out to him, it was one of the two men sitting in front of the fire pit.

One of them was as tall as a mountain. Shinaiz had never seen anyone like him. His size was enough to dominate the crowd. Even the strongest warrior on the grassland could not withstand his punch.

And the one who called him was the mortal sitting opposite the giant.

He was of medium height and had an ordinary appearance, but he made Shinaiz feel inexplicably close to him, like a father.

Because he still remembered that it was he who rescued him from hell.

He held a bowl of steaming salty milk tea and said, "Have some hot tea."

"Thank you." Shinaiz said, his voice dry and hoarse.

Shinaiz picked up the teacup and took a sip. The warm tea slid down his throat, and the warmth immediately spread throughout his limbs.

The giant asked, "What's your name?"

"Shinaiz." He repeated his name.

Giant: "From now on, no more. You will belong to me, and your name is Talihutai Yesugei, which means the child who escaped and the man who resisted the battle."

Shinaiz held the warm milk tea in his hand, his expression as calm as a lake in late autumn. He neither looked up at the giant nor opened his mouth to refute.

According to the custom of the steppe, since they had captured him, no matter how, he would now become their slave unless another Khan led his cavalry to recapture him.

……

Yesugei's thoughts drifted back to that windy and snowy morning. The avalanche he had caused was still roaring in his dreams. The white snow turned into a raging torrent, instantly swallowing up the Khitan cavalry, but it also almost dragged the Khan and his teacher into the icy abyss.

It was just a few days ago, but when I think back on it now, it feels like a lifetime ago.

Tamu sat with him in front of the campfire under the night sky and asked in a low voice, "Did you really cause the avalanche?"

The young Qiexue leaned forward slightly, his eyes showing no regret or hatred for having been nearly killed, but instead flashing with the curiosity peculiar to young people.

Yesugei lowered his head and said, "It's me."

"how did you do it?"

“I don’t remember.” Yesugei shook his head. “I just remember that I was very angry.”

Tamu: "I heard that a boy with golden eyes like you will see gods on Mount Ulav. Have you seen them?"

Yesugei: “Yes, but I’m not sure who they are.”

"They?" Tamu opened his mouth in surprise. "How many did you meet?"