The Prodigal Son of the Empire

There is no flaw, quite clever, to catch these people to death!

The Sana tribe has become his affiliation, so far, he has become the strongest in the grassland!

After so many years, someone finally touched the position of the grassland king!

I'm afraid no one would have thought that he would be a foreigner...

Sorkin was distraught.

Wang Kang has given him an ultimatum, those who obey will live, and those who disobey will die!

After the Zadalan tribe is destroyed, the Fuyang caravan will take over all their properties at an extremely fast speed, and then annex them!

The Fuyang caravan has this strength.

What should I do?

Sorkin is so unwilling!

But there is no way!

"Want to stall for time?"

Wang Kang said calmly: "It doesn't make any sense. No one can stop my determination to unify the grassland. Do you understand?"

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Sorkin was taken aback suddenly, he suddenly remembered something.

Then he said: "Wang Kang, I advise you, don't really have the idea of ​​​​unifying the grassland, you think this matter is too simple."

"Oh?"

Wang Kang said, "What do you want to say?"

"Prairie people are nomads, mainly herding. They have a warlike and tyrannical personality. Although they don't want to admit it, there is a gap between you and the people of the Central Plains in terms of cognition of many things."

Suo Jin looked at Wang Kang and asked: "Under such circumstances, why do you think our Zhadalan tribe gave up this living custom and practiced business instead?"

"Have you ever thought about that?"

Wang Kang hesitated slightly.

In fact, he had thought about this question a long time ago.

The Zhadalan tribe is a relatively different existence on the grassland, which means it is a bit incompatible.

"The reason why we are like this is because we are instructed or entrusted by a person!"

Sorkin said in a low voice: "No area can be separated from the circulation of goods and the exchange of goods. The role of our Zhadalan tribe is exactly this!"

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Wang Kang already had the answer in his heart.

"The grassland is vast. What you see and what you know are not all. The five major tribes of the grassland do not represent the entire grassland. The king of the grassland is not the real ruler of the grassland either!"

Sorkin said in a low voice: "In the west of the grassland, there is a piece of pure land. Even the most powerful tribes dare not set foot there. Do you know why?"

"Because the people there believe in prophets!"

Sure enough.

Wang Kang's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Although the prophet has not appeared for many years, he still exists in the deepest memory of the grassland people!"

Sorkin went on to say: "Our Zhatalan tribe once received the guidance of the prophet, which led us to embark on another path."

"I'm telling you this because I just want to tell you that not everyone can be a prairie king. For many years, there has been no prairie king. It's not just that no one can rule the prairie, but because there is no prophet's approval!"

"Without the approval of the prophet, you are not the real king of the grassland, and you are just a foreigner. Do you think you will be recognized?"

Sorkin said: "I believe that the news of your rebellion in the grassland has spread to the west, and they will never let you kill wantonly in the grassland!"

"What I said is not alarmist. Those are the oldest tribes in the grassland. They have horses that are better than yellow horses, and they have the most elite fighters. They guard the grassland according to the order of the prophet!"

"Thanamo should know some of these things..."

Suo Jin's face was very serious, and he kept telling that this should be regarded as a secret on the grassland.

What he said is not false, there are indeed very ancient tribes, they are the real detachment, guarding the grassland...

Seeing that Wang Kang didn't speak.

Suo Jin continued: "Wang Kang, accept it when you see it. It is not easy for you to enter the grassland and have such a status, but if you insist on encroaching on our Zhadalan tribe, it will be serious."

"I know that your family is also in business, so I should be able to understand the truth. It is hard to earn one gold less, and not one more copper... Otherwise, what is waiting for you will be nothing!"

"They have great appeal in the grassland, and..."

"enough!"

At this time, Wang Kang interrupted his voice.

"As expected of a businessman, your eloquence is comparable to the best debater in our Central Plains!"

Sorkin was slightly taken aback, and then said: "I'm just telling the truth, don't you believe me?"

"Believe!"

Wang Kang said calmly: "I have been in the grassland for so long, of course I have heard some rumors."

"That's it."

"What you said is nothing more than that you want to say that your Zadalan tribe is appointed by the prophet of the grassland. You have a backer, so let me not touch you easily, is that right?"

"Yes!"

Sorkin responded directly: "It's okay for you to say that."

When Wang Kang said it was right, he directly admitted it.

"Are you threatening me?"

Sensing the coldness in Wang Kang's eyes, Suo Jin hurriedly said: "What I'm saying is the truth. If you want to dominate the grassland and become the king of the grassland, you can't do it without the approval of the prophet."

"You have such a bad name and bad words, you will always be resisted..."