Chapter 345

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Chapter 345: The Galaxy Steed
This name is well-known to all the people in China.
Zhang Mu was first shocked, then as he listened slowly to the story of the King of Warhorses, he felt a mysterious force pulling him, feeling a bit confused.
In the spiritual world of the King of Warhorses, Zhang Mu was unconsciously influenced by its emotions, his thoughts gradually falling into that era.
The Mongolian iron cavalry, with deafening shouts and the sound of hooves, in the midst of the army, a man stood out, riding an extraordinary white horse, carrying a quiver full of gold-plated arrowheads on his back, holding an exaggerated giant bow in his hands, wrapped in patterned animal skin, with a sturdy bowstring.
Surrounded by layers of iron riders overlapping for protection, there were shield-bearing cavalry specially protecting the safety of this man, with Mongolian riders under him, most of whom had shaved heads, leaving only small braids, also the most fierce riders on the grassland. The soldiers fought bravely, like a pack of wolves, tearing through the enemy’s defenses effortlessly.
Occasionally, the man would observe the enemy’s leaders through the gaps in the shield formation. If he found a target, with casual ease, he would raise his hand like hunting prey, releasing an arrow that would bypass their heavy armor and strike the throat, his aim always true.
Each time he shot down an enemy leader, the soldiers around him would cheer, for this man, for their Khan.
This army was truly the unyielding sun on the grassland. With just one charge against the enemy camp, the opposition was so overwhelmed that they fled in disarray, some abandoning their own horses and running away.
Watching his unstoppable iron riders overwhelm the enemy into disarray, the man laughed heartily, waving his hand to signal the shield-bearing soldiers beside him to step back, shouting loudly, “My brave warriors of the Qitan tribe, slaughter the last of these weak sheep, the Khwarazmians, they will soon bow beneath our iron cavalry.”
“Khan!”
“Khan!”
…filled with the wildest loyalty. First, the iron shield army shouted loudly, then the roar spread throughout the mountains, frightening many fleeing enemies to their knees, trembling in fear. Yet, many still had their heads chopped off by a sword and rolled on the grass, eyes wide in disbelief at their own death.
His cavalry is like wolves, only feasting on the flesh of enemies, only drinking the blood of enemies, no need for captives!
He is, Genghis Khan!
From Zhang Mu’s perspective, this cold weapon war with its bloodshed and gore was so real, far exceeding the simple sentences briefly mentioned in history textbooks. It stirred passion in him, wishing he could also be part of the Mongolian cavalry, riding out to battle and slay enemies.
Suddenly, observing the entire battlefield, he felt a chilling sensation that sent shivers down his spine, immediately calming down the emotionally stirred Zhang Mu.
The source of that feeling was from the direction where Genghis Khan was just located!
As he turned around, a golden glare shot into Zhang Mu’s eyes like lightning, it was an arrow! Even though it was just an ordinary person’s arrow, why did he feel as if he was locked in, unable to dodge, firmly rooted in place, helplessly watching the golden glare approaching.
And isn’t this the memory of the King of Warhorses?
How could this happen?
The vast battlefield shattered in the moment the golden arrow pierced Zhang Mu’s head. Zhang Mu was still immersed in the power of the arrow, gasping heavily. He felt his own death. But hearing a familiar neighing sound beside him, he immediately snapped out of it.
King of Warhorses looked at him with a complex expression and said, “You can actually resonate with the memories of the Khan. Are you really going to reject me?”
Zhang Mu now realized that he had been trapped in some kind of state of mind by the King of Warhorses, which could even confuse him as a psychic evolver, showing its powerful mental strength.
However, even so, he decisively shook his head. But as Zhang Mu looked at King of Warhorses with wings on its back, he slowly asked, “I remember Temujin, who was your Khan, lived over seven hundred years ago. Even if you were just a pile of bones, you should have turned into dust as time passed. How could you be activated by the evolutionary ripples?”
“I don’t know much. All I know is that I died in battle. I was supposed to be buried with the highest honors of a warhorse, but when I woke up, I already looked like this. The Khan was gone, and the capital city no longer looked the same. Luckily, my wisdom improved quickly, absorbing a lot of knowledge from you humans. But I don’t want to get involved in your conflicts. I just want to rest and recuperate where I was born.”
Zhang Mu carefully examined the appearance of King of Warhorses again. Apart from the wings on its back, it resembled a statue he had seen in Ordos City in a later time. He muttered to himself, “Are you the legendary white steed enshrined in Genghis Khan’s tomb, the Milky Way Divine Horse?”
In eight hundred years, there is only one possibility: that the bones of this Milky Way Divine Horse were well preserved and its bloodline extremely outstanding after being handled by the Mongol army’s priests or wizards after death. It was deemed a valuable evolutionary creature by the ripples, which allowed it to awaken from its eight-hundred-year slumber.
Looking at the majestic King of Warhorses in front of him, Zhang Mu suddenly remembered a song sung by an old man guarding Genghis Khan’s tomb, praising the horse. The distant and clear song drifted from the great grasslands, but Zhang Mu could only remember a few lyrics.
“Oh white steed, it is the nine-hundred-year-old Temujin.
It is the eight-hundred-year-old Kublai Khan.
Nine-hundred-year-old horsehead fiddle, nine-hundred-year-old ox-drawn cart.
Nine-hundred-year-old everlasting bonfire, nine-hundred-year-old silk scarf.
Ah ha he, ah ha he.
Endless prairie, Temujin roamed.
Mysterious grasslands, the white steed is shrouded in mystery.”
Zhang Mu gazed at the King of Warhorses beside him, unsure of what to say for a moment. The true identity of this legendary creature amazed him, stirring his heart even more.
His heart gradually relaxed.
Maybe all it wanted was his attitude, and then he could form a contract with this King of Warhorses without deliberately discovering his own secret.
This is Genghis Khan’s mount!
Both in strength and status, the King of Warhorses made Zhang Mu extremely excited. All he needed to do was to open up to share his spiritual power, and let the King of Warhorses release a thread of spiritual power to walk through his mind.
After struggling for a long time, Zhang Mu took a deep breath, looked at the King of Warhorses, and said with difficulty.
“I’m sorry, it’s still not possible.”
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