Finest Servant

Chapter 562

Chapter 562 Journey to a Mysterious PlaceThe allure of the Turkic maiden was truly extraordinary. The moment her golden blade appeared, the entire tribes of Ejina and Ha'er Helin had mobilized. Yujia's appeal exceeded everyone's expectations.

Recalling what he had seen the previous night, Lin Wanrong inquired seriously, "Brother Hu, you're worldly and wise. Tell me, what does it signify if a Turkic person has a golden wolf tattooed on them?"

"A golden wolf tattoo?" Hu Bugui pondered for a moment, furrowing his brows before shaking his head. "As far as I know, the leaders and esteemed warriors among the various Turkic tribes like to get tattoos of wolves. These can be on their chests, backs, wrists, and even foreheads, representing ferocity and supremacy. I've seen tattoos of blue, gray, and black wolves in my years of battling the Turkic tribes. I've never seen a golden one, though."

The golden wolf on Yujia's chest naturally signified a status far superior to those with blue or gray wolves. This was almost identical to Lin Wanrong's speculation. However, Yujia's true identity remained a mystery. Fortunately, they were en route to the Turkic royal court—a long journey that would give him ample time to uncover the secrets of the Turkic maiden.

Lowering his voice, Old Gao said, "Who cares if it's a black wolf or a golden wolf? Let's just take them all down. Brother Lin, all the fighting men from Ejina and Ha'er Helin tribes have left their villages and are headed towards where we camped last night. Their villages are vulnerable. Shall we take action now?"

"No rush," Lin Wanrong waved his hand dismissively. "Let's wait until their forces have moved far away and our scouts bring back reports. Then we can act. Brother Hu, give the order for our troops to continue advancing into the grasslands lightly armed. Nobody stops without my command."

"Understood!" Hu Bugui nodded and hurried off to make arrangements.

Only after covering up all the traces of their previous night's encampment—burning fires, cooking meals, and pitching tents—did Lin Wanrong signal for the army of five thousand to mount their horses and head deeper into the grasslands.

The further they went, the more they felt the vastness and grandeur of the grasslands. Blue skies, white clouds, and fragrant flowers filled the view, lifting one's spirits and providing a sense of peace and awe. Among such grand landscapes, one felt remarkably insignificant, like a grain of sand in the ocean.

As he gazed into the distant horizon where earth and sky blended together, he suddenly recalled what Sister An had said last night, "These grasslands are our paradise." Her words still echoed in his ears, but she was already nowhere to be found. He couldn't help but feel his eyes moisten, wondering when he would next wander these heavenly grasslands with Sister An.

Though they were on the march, scouts were continually dispatched to report on the movements of the Ejina and Ha'er Helin tribes. Every hour, messengers arrived on horseback. Turkic scouts were also expanding their

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