North of Liaodong lay a bitterly cold land.
A five-story building towered above it.
The leaders of the major Jurchen tribes had gathered beneath one roof.
The Northern Mang Empire had sent five golden missives in succession, its stance extraordinarily resolute!
The leader of the Hun River Tribe came straight to the point:
"Great Khan, you are the leader we all chose. The decision is yours."
With that, he looked toward the imposing man in the seat of honor. Just over forty, he had a broad forehead, a hooked nose, and eyes swirling with murderous menace. His entire presence radiated intimidation. This was Wanyan Jilie, the Great Khan of the lands north of Liaodong!
When the Great Khan remained silent, the leader of the Dong'e Tribe spoke with barely contained anger:
"Great Khan, those damned wolf barbarians want to drag us into this! The Central Plains has declared war on them. How does that saying go again... we can sit back like the fisherman and reap the spoils. Why should we give everything to help those wolf barbarians?"
The other tribal leaders nodded emphatically, a trace of fear flashing deep in their eyes.
Ultimately, that warlord's oppressive presence was simply too overwhelming!
They had never seen such an extraordinary man, one who overturned everything they thought they knew.
In single combat, he was invincible.
On the battlefield, he slaughtered men as easily as mowing grass and plucking flowers.
He could even toy with power and people's hearts...
How could they fight him?
Even hearing his name made their hearts tremble.
In the seat of honor, the muscles of Wanyan Jilie's face twitched slightly. He waved away all the clamor, then spoke solemnly:
"If Northern Mang loses, who will be next?"
"Northern Mang's heavy cavalry is hailed as invincible beneath heaven.