However, for a five-year-old, overthrowing the rule of Balladine will be something that can be done after he grows up.
The Tascara tribe needs to develop, but not everyone can tame a wild horse like White Scar at the age of five like he does.
There are countless tribes still in conflict on the navel of the sky, he needs to first solve the food problem of the nomadic tribes, then gather people together, and then face the powerful empire.
If the stomachs aren't full, the tribes on the grasslands will plunder each other.
Chagatai had a premonition that if he couldn't solve this problem, the Tascara might become a target for attack.
His foster father, Anggokhan, had a vision of unifying all the grassland tribes, but lacked the ability to do so.
Just like a person who accumulates food and furs to make everyone in the world eat and wear warm, but objectively, he must first satisfy his own tribe, therefore causing envy.
Chagatai personally came to the edge of the navel of the sky on a tour to help his foster father.
Since Chagatai tamed the fierce beast White Scar, Anggokhan finally allowed the young Chagatai to freely come and go from the tribe.
The khan is still willing to hand over power to this foster son who is gifted by the gods, after achieving the goal, he directly loosened his grip and gave him enough power.
Anggokhan believes that one day, the gods will take Chagatai away, hoping that his education will not bring dishonor to Chagatai's status.
"Chagatai, are you not a little tired? I saw you yawn several times. You haven't rested for six days."
Beside Chagatai, Torrtarai, who was guarding as Anggokhan's bodyguard, cared about the future tribal leader.
This time, their expedition is expected to yield a great harvest, sufficient to last through the next three winters, which means they will have at least two years to deal with the tribes near Tascara and integrate them into an unbreakable alliance!
As long as no one else causes any trouble, it will be fine.
Chagatai breathed out and touched his face:
"I walked for fourteen days on foot to track down White Scar, so not resting for six days is nothing. But, did you really see me yawning?"
This is a dangerous signal. Chagatai has always known that his body is strong, so how could there be any physical reactions that he wasn't aware of?
This is just under safe conditions. What if he suddenly loses control of his body during a battle?
Torrtarai rode forward a little, his braids flowing with the wind.
"Chagatai, you will become the strongest warrior on the grassland, alas——no, no!"
His voice screeched, he quickly pulled on his horse, moving to the side, his movements too fast that he fell off the horse.
"Chagatai, your horse!"
Chagatai only realized that the magnificent white scar beneath him had become extremely weak, and its body was gradually shrinking.
A few seconds later, he could touch the ground with both feet. Then he looked at the once magnificent white scar, which had turned into a donkey with a lightning bolt shape!
The donkey harrumphed as it walked forward, looked at the untasted grass in front of it, which was a deep yellow, and its appetite surged. It walked to the edge and stuck out its neck to gnaw at it dryly.
The taste is good, but it's too dry. Marum always remembers to soak it a bit, this one is too dry.
Chagatai's eyes were about to burst: "My horse!"
"It, it turned into a donkey!"
The fifth old man heard the roar behind him and turned his head. He was not at all nervous about being in a strange environment.
Looking at Chagatai's extraordinary physique, he thought perhaps he might be a more suitable servant than Marum.
It swallowed the food in its mouth and walked towards Chagatai proudly, licking the thick muscles of his calf.
Then he struggled to straighten his back: Come on, run a lap with me!
Chagatai put his hand in front of his face, then closed his eyes, his still childlike face shaking its head.
"Torrtarai, did we fall into a witch's trick?"
"My white scar must be still in front of me, it's just that illusions have blinded our vision!"
He slowly reached out with his hand, still keeping his eyes closed, trying to feel for his magnificent horse.
Indeed, a rein was passed to him –
Strange, how is it coming from below?
While everyone around him was shocked by the sight, the donkey that had come from nowhere was happily biting its rein and handing it to Chagatai!
Just as riders yearn for horses, good horses also yearn for riders who can ride them.
This donkey conveyed to Chagatai the meaning of: "You are worthy to be my companion."
While Chagatai opened his eyes carefully, seeing the expectant and recognized eyes in front of him, he faced despair, unable to kneel and sit on the ground.
This is the first time Torrtarai has seen Chagatai, who is all-powerful, show such despair.
Yes, he's just a five-year-old child. After such a great setback, how could he possibly pull himself together!
He was about to try to comfort this precious child, there are many strong wild horses in the tribe that deserve Chagatai.
Just then, he saw Chagatai had fallen asleep, his head exactly smashing onto the back of this donkey, using it as a pillow.
For now, we can't act impulsively, so we'll just set up camp here.
30,000 years ago, Egypt, Unu, Carriage Racing Arena.
Before the four-horse chariot race in the afternoon, there is time for the single-rider riders to show their talents.
If eight riders can be gathered and agree to compete as a group, then betting can be opened.
The audience will bet according to their respective beliefs in gods, which is not disrespecting other gods, but a competition offered to all gods.
But people tend to prefer the main event, so Jordwen still needs to find more people outside to make up the eight.
The first seven people are all members of those excellent chariot teams, introducing their faiths.
The last curtain is about to be opened, and the interpreter shouted loudly:
"The last one is the master of wind and rain, thunder, the son of Bast, and the Lord of Darkness!"
"To the horses of Makhesh!"
Some enthusiastic cheers echoed from the audience, which can be considered as expressing respect to the gods.
Boom boom!
A huge rumble, like the roar of thunder, came from behind the curtain, and those who had come early just to secure a spot suddenly became interested.
The people all turned to look at the tunnel exit over there.
Thud! Thud! Thud ——
It was like a massive iron hammer striking the ground, a continuous series of hoofbeats, which were even louder due to the construction of the tunnel.
It was as if the thunder from the sky was rolling in, striking everyone's soul directly.
This sound made the horses of the seven riders who had prepared in advance panic and struggle to stay in place with their masters' efforts to calm them down.
Even so, their legs and buttocks were trembling, and even the smell of horse urine was emitted.
Finally, the curtain at the front of the tunnel was opened by the trembling slaves. A huge grey-white beast, with all its hair standing on end, resembling a lion's mane, was carrying a young man who looked much weaker in comparison, and had his eyes closed.
The giant horse's appearance was particularly striking, especially the white lightning scar on the side of its neck, which awe-struck the hearts of all mortal beings present.
People couldn't help but wonder about the skills and abilities of the rider who could control such a beast.
However, letting people feel despair is:
The young man's hand was merely weakly holding the rein of the giant horse, and he couldn't even fully stretch his legs to grip the horse's back.
But such unrestrained pulling could actually tame such a fierce beast and make it walk straight ahead!
My God, it must be the gods in the sky! Makhesh, the high and mighty one, has descended!
Taking on the form of a lion and embodying this horse, showing such might.
Some people with flexible minds are already calculating that it might be because the team representing Makhesh has lost too many races in previous competitions, so the god has come down personally.
