Chapter 242

Soon another half month passed.

There are more kalasa gathered on the periphery of the holy city of Wes doslak.

For the first time, such a large population gathered in this huge city with a vast area but extremely simple. For a time, even the food supply in the city had some problems.

Fortunately, caravans from kohor and even pantos arrived in time to alleviate Wes doslak's dilemma.

Now many powerful CAOS have gathered in the holy city. Some CAOS already know what to discuss in advance, while others don't.

At the same time, with so many CAOS united, it's not just jakokao who did it alone.

Even kalasa of jakokao doesn't rank among these CAOS.

Now that so many kalasa have gathered in vis doslak, naturally there are other forces behind it. The other party claims to be just an unknown person and provides a large amount of money to hire doslaks to unite.

The doslaks did not have such a precedent before.

In the bloody century after the apocalyptic Holocaust, the doslaks poured into the West with iron and fire and began to occupy the grassland of today's doslak sea.

However, at that time, the owner of the grassland was not the doslak people, but there was a sarore kingdom.

At first, these elders despised the barbarians such as the doslaks, and spent money to hire these barbarians to fight each other in the civil war.

At that time, the doslaks were first unified by a Cao named Mengo.

The next thing was to lead the wolf into the house. Mengokao led the unified doslacks to attack the kingdom of sarol.

In the end, the Kingdom on the grassland was completely destroyed by the doslaks in less than 100 years, all cities were destroyed into ruins, and the long race was close to extinction.

Therefore, doslacks are no stranger to such things as collecting money and doing things.

Similarly, they can put down their hatred and unite to do it together, but they just see whether the benefits are worth it.

And what jakokao brings is exactly one reason.

"Jake, what did you bring us here to do?"

"You feel your neck itching, don't you?"

The speaker was a Cao sitting on the throne on the other side of the campfire. Because he was a new Cao, he didn't know about it. He was also tall and naked, with his blood League guard standing behind him.

His tone was not very friendly, because he had several conflicts with Jake, and the two even had a fight.

The Cao's name is Bono. He is also a Casa who escaped after the defeat of drogo Cao's kalasa.

However, he took a different path from jako. Bono led Cass to join another kalasa. Then, a few years later, he just became a new Cao in the battle after the death of the old Cao.

"Oh."

On the other side, jakokao, who was provoked by bonokao, sneered and despised an old friend of a tribe.

"Bono, you still have no brain."

Bono's personal strength is indeed more brave than Jake.

At first, he fought in a tribe and punched him, but Jake didn't bear revenge. Now his kalasa is bigger than the other party's.

"All right."

At this time, an old Cao with some gray hair sat firmly on his throne and said in a low voice.

"Stop it all."

The old Cao's name is Moso. If the doslaks will rank according to their seniority, Moso Cao's seniority is indeed deeper than those younger generations.

At the same time, mosokao, including his kalasa, is also a clear stream among all tribes in the doslak sea.

Because the kalasa of mosokao is not only himself, but even his cavalry are all elderly people, which is like a 'veteran alliance' among the doslaks.

Even the old doslak soldiers who have been excluded and separated from their own ethnic group have continuously decreased their self-consciousness, joined the kalasa of mosokao and formed an alliance of mutual dependence and help.

However, mosokao, with a group of old and frail veterans, is a force in the doslak sea, which is not strong but not easy to provoke.

Although these old guys are old, they have rich combat experience. They are all elite who have experienced hundreds of battles and survived.

As soon as mosokao opened his mouth, bonokao and jakokao both snorted coldly.

However, they were not afraid of mosokao, but just took advantage of mosokao's words to find a step down. After all, it is a rule that all doslaks will devoutly abide by that they can't do anything in the holy city.

Then mosokao saw that Jaco and Bono put down their dispute, and looked at Jaco. His gray beard shook and his voice whispered.

"Since there are still people who don't know what happened, please explain it to jakokao."

Mosokao's voice fell, and all the other CAOS in the humble wooden palace of the whole holy city looked over.

The burning flame in the middle of the hall is bright.

The remaining CAOS who have just not participated in the infighting include molokao, kumokao, ogocao and zhekokao.

Jakokao saw that the rest of Cao's eyes looked over, and he simply stopped taking care of it.

Pop

Jakokao clapped his hands, his blood alliance guard understood, then turned down and soon brought up a ragged and haggard man.

He was Barney Santos, the son of the old governor Santos.

Then jakokao said a few words, and the doslak interpreter told Barney Santos.

Then the young governor, who was in his thirties, had a mood, and began to cry with a nose and tears about the situation he had encountered and the cruelty of the bloody night.

However, he did not mention that pantos was the first to violate the guest rights, but described wesselis and the prince in rags as heinous demons.

However, the doslak interpreter translated the governor's words to the CAOS present, but the CAOS listened with interest.

Not even stingy laughed, full of sarcasm at pantos's weakness.

The pantos are really weaker than the sheep people. They would let 200 people and an animal kill all the governors and seize the city-state.

There will never be such a coward among the soldiers of the doslacks.

If the little king brought his more than 200 tin cans to the doslak sea, the brave doslaks would never come back.

Hearing the harsh laughter around him, Barney Santos's heart was like a knife, but he shook his fist several times, but he didn't dare to speak.

Finally, when he finished, he stood aside with his head down and hands down, just like a poor beggar.

"Now, everyone has heard it."

"The 'friends' who gave us gifts and gold and silver were in trouble."

Mosokao stood up, the flame burning, and his majestic figure shrouded in shadow.

"Now... It's time."

"Kill all those who wear iron clothes! Tear down their stone houses!"

"Take away his wealth and women!"

"Roar!"

All the people in Wes doslak's wooden hall were excited.

In the dark, a man in a taupe robe stood quietly.