Chapter 38 Laying the foundation

The next morning, snowflakes fell in the sky, and the scattered snowflakes fell down. In the cold wind, they were like a playful naughty boy, overflowing with its beauty.

In the early morning, the whole army of the 13th Army of Omael pulled out the fortress, and the vast army, led by General Slock, marched directly to the location of the Sahar clan. The army approached very fast. By noon, all of them had entered the Sahal clan.

Sahal led thousands of patriarchs and patriarchs. They knelt on the ground and enthusiastically welcomed the army of Kowloon. Kowloon was a high-headed horse. He was the first, wearing ink unicorn armor, and the golden dragon robe behind him was blowing with the wind. His long hair fluttered and his eyes were gone all the way. He immediately fell to the ground and welcomed Kowloon, who was about to become the chief.

After cleaning up, the Sahal clan vacated a tall building. As the palace of the chief of Kowloon, after arranging the army, under the leadership of the Sahal patriarch, they first went to the temple of the Qingyan God, including Sahal. They all bowed down devoutly to the sculpture of the Qingyan God, except for the quiet Kowloon. Standing, he slowly looked up and looked up at the tall sculpture, without sadness or joy in his heart.

After staring for a long time, he lit the incense, combined his hands, leaned slightly forward, bowed deeply to the sculpture, and suddenly turned around and went straight to his hall.

Seeing this, Saharle knelt down to the Qingyan God again, quickly turned up, followed Jiulong, and walked through a relatively wide road. A lonely hall was prominent. Although it was called a hall, it did not look like a hall at all. It was all made of earth, let alone carved beams and painted buildings. The dragon is attached to the phoenix, but even so, it is the most magnificent building in the Sahal clan.

Under the order of Euro Tatison, two Molin knights in ink armor stood quietly on both sides of the gate. They stood majestically with eight-meter long guns, and an invisible atmosphere of killing slowly rippled, adding a little mighty to the dilapidated hall.

Kowloon didn't care about this. He slowly walked into the hall. The hall was well decorated. A wide table and chair at the top, more than two meters long, were carved in mahogany. This was specially carved by Mesormia after the seat of Chief Lelan. The chair was wrapped in dragons and coiled above the center of the backrest. The winding Panlong is no less than the Panlong on Jiulong's forehead.

In addition to the seats, other things are extremely simple. There are two rows of simple wooden tables below the seats, and leather feltes are placed next to the tables. This is the seats of the patriarchs.

After more than ten days of operation, Mesomea and Salina tried their best to help the clan deal with things, formulate food distribution and other systems, and led a large number of women to teach them cooking, textiles, etiquette, etc. Gradually, Mesomea and Salina's status in the clan jumped thousands of miles. They looked at Mesomea with the eyes of the gods, and modestly asked how to cook food, sew animal fur coats, etc.

Mesomea was also happy to solve their problems wholeheartedly. The people of the clan ate delicious food and put on comfortable animal skin clothes. Men worked harder to hunt food, and women studied life skills more carefully, so that their labor force, who were usually idle, was maximized.

In ten days, the miracles of the Qingyan God in the Sahal clan spread to all corners of the Mankra tribe. Coupled with the relationship between Mesonia and Kowloon, the respect of the people of the clan was much higher than that of Kowloon.

It is called the 'Vir Virgin'!

When Jiulong entered the palace, he saw Mesomea sitting quietly on the dragon chair, with half of the seat in the air next to him. There was no doubt that it was Kowloon!

During the solemn period, Mesomea did not get up. She still sat quietly, with a majestic face and slowly walked to the throne. The golden dragon shook its cloak, sat down with Mesomea, gently grabbed Mesomea's hand, and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work!"

Mesomea smiled mischievously and secretly sent a voice to Jiulong: "No, I've been so full these days!"

Seeing Jiulong sitting down, the patriarch of Sahar led all the patriarchs to kneel down and shouted respectfully: "Chief, Our Lady!"

"Get up and take your seats!" Jiulong stretched out his hand and made a dignified voice. Hearing this, everyone quickly got up and sat in their seats. Jiulong looked at the orderly rules and couldn't help but pinch Mesomea's hand and asked quietly, "Is this what you taught?"

"Hmm!" Mesmia simply nodded, and his proud look was full of words.

"Mesomea, when did you become the 'Vir'? There is no mistake. They respect you more pious than me!" Jiulong asked again, with a slightly surprised voice.

"Of course, I teach them how to eat, wear, live and travel, and of course they respect me more!" Mesomia raised her little head proudly and said proudly, "Besides, I'm the wife of Chief Kowloon. Who dares not respect me!"

"Hey!" Jiulong smiled secretly, "It's better to be my wife!"

......

Kowloon and Mesomia sat on the dragon chair and sat upright from afar with a solemn expression, but they talked about the little couple's cares affectionately, and it was not over. This made the Saharic patriarch and a group of patriarchs sitting below look at each other in constern's face, thinking that they were talking about something.

Sahal coughed dryly, arched his hand to Kowloon and said, "Chief, that..., do you have any instructions?"

"Cough! Cough!" Hearing this, Jiulong quickly coughed and chatted with Mesomea. Unexpectedly, he forgot the business matter and waved his hand gently. "Omai's 500,000 troops have all been stationed in the Sahal clan and issued an order to set up camp to prevent other clan enemies from invading the Sahal clan. Secondly, let them cut wood and stone and start building houses. House, prepare for the winter, and then let them hunt food by themselves. Don't disturb the people. Those who violate the order will be killed!"

"Yes!" Sahal should be in a hurry.

"Sahal patriarch, you immediately dismiss the army, let them hunt a large amount of food, and follow Omael's army to learn the technology of building houses, and let all the people live in the houses before the snow is closed. Otherwise, your patriarch will be held by capable people!"

Sahal hesitated for a moment and quickly answered, "Yes!"

"There's nothing else. You can go down!" Jiulong waved his hand and said, "I have a military deployment to recruit General Oro Tatison, General Sloc, General Ladko, General De Kula, General Nadu and General Hatton. Do you hear me?"

"Yes!" Sahar said quickly, then took two steps back and slowly walked out of the door.

After watching these people walk out of the door, Mesomea suddenly climbed onto Jiulong's body. She hugged Jiulong's neck affectionately, and her beautiful eyes were shining and delicate. Looking at Mesomea's delicate face, Jiulong gently hugged her and kissed Mesomia's lips deeply...

After a while, General Slock and others walked into the hall and glanced at the hall. Sloc frowned slightly. Anyway, he was also a tribal chief. Only the chair still thought about that. Everything else was not decent at all, even Omer's Chinese army account was inferior!

Kowloon saw General Slock's idea, and he said slowly, "General Slock, the life of the Mankla people is not comparable to that of the people in the south of the Als Mountains. Their system is underground, backward and poor, which is taken for granted. Please don't be angry."

"My lord, why don't we arrange it here? Anyway, you are also a tribal chief, and you can't be so shabby. When the establishment of the Kowloon tribe is announced, you have to invite the messengers of other tribes, isn't it ridiculous!"

"Hmm!" Hearing this, Jiulong nodded slowly and said, "This is indeed a fact. In the name of my father's military god, there must be a lot of people coming, but I don't know whether the Lailan tribe will come or not!"

Speaking of this, Mesomea, who was originally excited, suddenly lowered her head. She also expected her tribe to come. In any case, the Leren tribe was her root.

Kowloon looked at General Slock and said, "General, now the weather is getting colder and the war has slowly stopped. You ordered some troops to build houses and hunt food for the winter. Secondly, send some sergeants to cross the Als Mountains to the Omare tribe and other tribes. Sending a wedding invitation, saying that at the beginning of spring today, our Kowloon tribe was officially established and invited the messenger to come to congratulate!"

"Yes, Commander!" Hearing this, General Slock quickly answered and then turned around and left.

After watching General Slock leave, Jiulong stepped down from the dragon chair and came to Euro Tatison's side. He looked at Euro Tatison and said slowly: "Oro Tatison, you take the two-winged Cangling to the docking station of the Warcraft Mountains, pick up Master Kattu, and let him lead many craftsmen to develop and grow us. Kowloon tribe!"

"Good!" Euro Tatison nodded slowly.

"Let the Molin knights gather. From tomorrow, I will go to the clans one by one to subdue them and strengthen the Kowloon tribe!"