"The condition is that you help us kill Wo Lie, chief of the Wolf Tribe," Zhao Feng said evenly.
"What?"
A deathly silence fell over the great tent once again.
The blood drained completely from Ba Tu's and Ha Dan's faces in an instant. Ba Tu's lips trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed several times, but he could not get a single word out.
Kill Wo Lie.
Kill the chief of the Wolf Tribe.
Kill the most powerful, most feared man across thousands of miles of Gobi and grassland. The man with tens of thousands of elite soldiers and countless experts under his command.
Even when driven to the edge of a cliff, Ba Tu had thought of migrating, of fleeing, but never of killing Wo Lie.
"C-Commandant Zhao, do you know what you're saying?" Ha Dan's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible. "Wo Lie is the chief of the Wolf Tribe. Elite soldiers swarm beneath his banner, and he himself is a late Astral Force Martial Dao expert. He's surrounded by experts and never goes anywhere alone. You want us to help you kill him? How is that possible? This is simply... simply..."
"Suicide," Zhao Feng finished for him.
Ha Dan closed his mouth, his face ashen, and said nothing.
"I've already investigated. The Wolf Tribe's main force has been transferred to Changyu Pass. There are fewer than three thousand cavalry left at their headquarters now," Zhao Feng said.
Ba Tu and Ha Dan froze. They had heard that the Wolf Tribe's main force had gone to Changyu Pass.
"And when Wo Lie comes to demand grain, he'll only bring his personal guard, a little over a hundred men."
"But the Hadajin Tribe is nearby too. Ge'er still has two or three thousand cavalry under him..."
Zhao