Rumble!
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.
At some point, the sky over the battlefield changed color, and Khan Chagatai looked up at the oppressive sky, saying solemnly, "All the peoples of the grassland fear lightning."
"But I have heard that you never fear the wrath of Heaven."
Clang.
He drew the curved blade from his waist, speaking slowly, "I fear not."
An eagle should soar in thunderous storms.
He had defeated enemies under the fury of lightning more than once. Today, as the Overlord of the grasslands, whether victory or defeat, he wouldn't betray those who followed him with their lives.
He used an open strategy to draw Duncan into battle and kept the Pantheism neutral.
All the strategies had been exhausted.
Yet he still didn't know what kind of opponent he was facing.
The souls were mourning.
They felt like a traitor, abandoning the old flame for a new love.
But they wouldn't regret it, for they had wagered everything.
Rumble!
