Only then did the tribal chiefs realize what a splendid example the chiefs of Gui Fang and Tu Fang had set.
All they had to do was acknowledge their ancestors. They were all descendants of Yanhuang-how could anyone have the nerve to deal them a murderous blow?
Besides, the gods of the grasslands...
The gods of the grasslands might themselves be descendants of Clan So-and-so!
Caught completely off guard, the chiefs who had led the troublemaking were tackled to the ground by the guards. Yet inwardly, they all breathed a sigh of relief. As long as no one killed them outright.
Up on the platform, Huang Feihu still dangled the Gong Fang chief's head in his hand. In truth, he loved playing football and had quite a good kick.
Looking at the foreign tribal chiefs kneeling on the ground, each eagerly acknowledging his ancestors, he felt as though merit had fallen straight from heaven.
With his hands behind his back, Huang Feihu stepped forward. "If you all led your tribes in rebellion together, you might stand a chance."
Dou Rong's heart tightened. Indeed, the barbarians had strength in numbers.
But he had already drugged their horses. Judging by the time, they should all have eaten it by now. Diarrhea had probably left their four legs weak and wobbling long ago. Without their horses, these foreign tribes were nothing to worry about.
Mixing laxatives into horse blood for people to drink would disrupt the alliance gathering, but feeding them to horses posed no problem whatsoever.
Even after hearing Huang Feihu's words, the kneeling chiefs dared not harbor the slightest thought of rebellion.
Their legs merely felt a little weak. They could not stand, nor did they want to. Kneeling like this felt very safe.
A few quick-witted chiefs wiped away their