The northern foothills of the Altai Mountains.

The tents on the banks of Chagan Lake are stationed, stretching for dozens of kilometers, and they are beyond the limit at a glance.

Camp gate. Banners are erected high, with golden wolf heads tattooed on the flags, making noises in the wind.

Thousands of Mongolian cavalry lined up neatly and stood on both sides. Unlike the Chinese Mongolian territory, the Mongolian cavalry that appeared here all control the giant blue wolf, with fierce faces and strong force.

These giant green wolves are much larger than ordinary mutant wolves, and are as big as mutant horses. They have ferocious appearances and violent auras.

In the middle of the camp gate, there are three giant wolves, which look particularly different. A golden giant wolf is twice as big as a similar person. His moustaches are as big as gold and a half-moon mark on his eyebrows, making him look extraordinary.

The remaining two giant wolves are slightly smaller in size, with silver-white fur, and a half-moon-shaped mark between their eyebrows, surrounded by the golden giant wolves.

If an evolver is here, he will notice that the aura emitted from the three giant wolf's bodies is extremely violent, and it is actually all of them are level nine mutant beasts.

Especially the golden giant wolf in it, with a pair of green eyes that are indescribable cunning and cruel. The eyes swept over intentionally or unintentionally, as if they could see through people's hearts, which looked particularly different.

It is these three level nine giant wolves, each with a man on their backs. Located in the middle, on the back of the golden wolf, there is a big man sitting cross-legged. This person has a strange body, a face like gold paper, green eyes, and other naked skin with golden retrievers, and his appearance is somewhat similar to the golden wolf under his seat.

He is the unique king of the Outer Mongolia Golden Wolf Khanate, Alslen Khan.

Behind him, two of his most powerful subordinates were on the backs of the two silver wolves, a lama who proclaimed himself the Fa Dharma King, and an old Mongolian man named Burigude. These two were also two level nine-level powerful men in the Golden Wolf Khanate, in addition to Arslen.

Today, the three of them walked out of the camp and lined up to form a guard of honor. They were obviously waiting for a distinguished guest to come.

"Khan. Is it worthy of our mobilization of all our troops?" Baima said. He was a lama from the Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. Since the end of the world, he has been staying under the tent of Arslen, assisting and serving his life, and is highly valued.

"The news came from Sanjay, this woman... is very unusual!" Alslen said with a smile. Although his appearance looked terrible, his voice was low and very magnetic, and it sounded very nice.

"The Lord of Mandala...hum!"

The white Dharma King had a faint anger in his eyebrows. "Mandala is the supreme existence of my Tantric Buddhism. This woman dares to take this name and is very brave!"

"The Han people have a proverb that there are no vain men who are famous!"

Another level nine-level powerhouse, Burigude, spoke. He is an old man with a deep nose and eyes, and his face is full of gullies and wrinkles, making it difficult to tell the specific age. His voice is strange and unpleasant as a night owl.

"Since she dares to take the name of Mandala, there must be some means!"

Burigude gave his own judgment.

Alslen touched the big head of the golden wolf under him, and smiled and said, "As long as the person comes, how much is it. My wolf emperor will notice it at the first time!" His mount, the giant golden wolf, seemed to understand the words of his master, squinted his eyes and enjoyed the caress, and let out a few low roars from his mouth.

"This Lord of Mandala is best not to let us down, otherwise..." King Baima did not say anything later. He just showed a cruel grin on his face.

Alslen knew his intentions very well and said lightly: "Try it, don't go too far."

While the three of them were chatting, a harsh howling sounded. A wolf rider appeared in the distant grassland and rushed towards him.

The grassland wolf is the most ferocious and fierce. After mutating, its evolution potential can reach level 8. The weakest has the strength of level 6, which is not comparable to ordinary mutant wolf.

The Golden Wolf Khanate used the grassland wolf as its mount to dominate Outer Mongolia and ravage the border of China. It was the wolf disaster that was the leader of the three major harms in the north.

The wolf rider rushes, with a speed that is not weaker than the mutant war horse, and its attack power is stronger. Soon, the 100-man wolf rider approaches. More than a dozen people were surrounded by the middle. Although there were Han people mixed with men, their clothes were very different from those of Arslen's men.

The leader was a young woman with long hair shawls and skin as beautiful as cream. After she approached, her charming eyes swept over gently, her eyes condensed as the substance, revealing an indescribable cold murderous aura.

"Aowu--"

The golden wolf under Arslen's seat seemed to feel great danger at this moment, with her moustaches standing up and she raised her head and let out a long howl.

Suddenly!

The wolves around him echoed in unison, with great momentum and spreading across the world.

This woman is not simple!

Arslen immediately realized that the Golden Wolf Emperor could make him feel uneasy. It was obvious that the opponent's strength was extremely powerful, and it could be said that he was no less than him.

His golden-haired face immediately smiled. Alslen raised his right hand high and let out a howl similar to a wild wolf. The restless wolf pack around him immediately calmed down.

"Welcome, welcome..."

Arslen drove the golden wolf and met the two people behind him followed.

"Sir, this is Arslen Khan of the Golden Wolf Khanate!"

When Alslen led the crowd to welcome him, an Indian man next to the young woman quickly introduced him to both sides.

"Khan, this is our Lord of Mandala, Miss Liu Meilin!"

Alslen took the lead in giving a chest caress and greeted with a smile: "Miss Liu, lucky to know!"

Liu Meilin looked at the man with a strange appearance in front of her and nodded: "I heard about the reputation of the Khan for a long time. When I saw her today, she was indeed well-known." She was very polite, because the reason was very simple. Through her own talent, the king of the Golden Wolf Khanate was very strong and should not be underestimated.

The foundation of the sand thief was destroyed. Following his subordinates' advice, Liu Meilin crossed Mount Altai and entered the Outer Mongolia region. Her intention was very simple, to unite with the Golden Wolf Khanate to deal with her great enemy.

The Shaji was originally a tribe of the Golden Wolf Khanate. Therefore, Liu Meilin's remaining subordinates were very familiar with the path. Not long after, they contacted the people of the Golden Wolf Khanate. Under the guidance of the other party, they directly arrived at the Chagan Lake station.

Although Alslen looks strange, his words and demeanor are quite unique. A few simple greetings have brought the distance between the two sides closer.

However, when he invited Liu Meilin to visit the king's tent, someone started to attack.

"Miss Liu, do you know the meaning of mandala?" The person who spoke was King Baima. He seemed to be very sensitive to the three words "mandala".

"Please give me advice." Liu Meilin noticed the man's hostile gaze and said lightly.

"Mandala represents the gods and possesses the supreme magic power of eternal immortality. He is the Lord of the World!"

As the White Dharma King slowly spoke, his hands were put on his chest, and his handprints were constantly changing, "What virtues do you have? How dare you call yourself the Lord of Mandala!"

"Baima!" Arslen knew what this person was going to do, so he hurriedly stopped him.

However, Baima's handprints were already formed, his arms were raised, his face was full of anger, and he shouted: "Mandala is the supreme existence of my Tantric Buddhism. If you have this method, if you just speak nonsense, you will be punished by the deities of the gods!"

As the last word fell, light flashed. A huge silver bottle appeared above its head.

"Demon-suffering Vase Seal!"

With the shout of the White Mara Dharma King, the silver bottle was facing Liu Meilin, and a silver light ejected out like a horse.

Alslen's face changed. He wanted to stop it, but he held it back. The reason was very simple. He also wanted to see the charming woman in front of him. What methods did he do?

The silver light condensed as it was, and it came straight with an extremely fierce and fierce energy. Seeing this, Liu Meilin's mouth raised slightly, and a hint of contempt appeared on her beautiful face.

I didn't see any movements from her. The glow of her eyebrows flashed and a strange flower appeared out of thin air.

call out!

The fierce and violent silver light came, and the strange flower absorbed without a trace. The next moment, the flower plate swayed, and the gorgeous glow gusseted, covering it like a tide.

"Show mercy!"

Arslen shouted. When the White Mara saw this strange flower, he was even more shocked and even forgot to resist.

When the sunlight touched the body of the White Ma Dharma King, it immediately sucked water like a whale, and disappeared introvertedly.

Liu Meilin's trip was intended to cooperate, so she left room for action.

Although he only touched it lightly, the energy in the body of the Dharma King Baima passed away for more than half. When he realized it, he jumped off the silver wolf's back and faced Liu Meilin, making an act that surprised everyone present.

"Mandala Flower!"

The Dharma King Baima prostrated himself in front of Liu Meilin, practiced the highest etiquette of Tibetan Buddhism, and said with respect: "The holy flower appears, the gods are all present, and the villain Baima offends the Lord, please punish him!"

"Sir, Tibetan Buddhism is in common with my Brahmanism, and we respect Mandala together!" Sanjay whispered in Liu Meilin's ear.

After hearing this, Liu Meilin looked at the lama who was lying on the ground and bowing to her, and a faint smile appeared on her delicate face.

The king's tent.

The wine was filled with fragrance, singing and dancing, and it was very lively. After a small storm, Liu Meilin was regarded as a guest of honor by Alslen and held a banquet.

"Come on! Miss Liu, I wish us a happy cooperation!"

Adding strong support, Alslen was excited and raised his wine cup to pay tribute to each other frequently.

Liu Meilin's eyes were like water, and she looked at the powerful man with a strange appearance and smiled faintly: "I really want to know how strong the soldiers and horses under Da Khan are?" She looked calm, but in fact she was anxious inside, and she wished she would send troops to attack Longcheng with the Golden Wolf Khanate immediately and force the dead bald head to hand over her sister.

Arslen put down the wine cup, pondered for a while, and said slowly: "I have millions of elite soldiers under my tent, the giant wolf and eagle legion, and the combat power is not much weaker than Longcheng!"

After a pause, he said again: "With Miss Liu joining, you and I join forces, and we will definitely defeat the Longcheng soldiers!"

After hearing this, Liu Meilin said lightly: "Don't forget that Longcheng is not as good as before. They have the help of Jiuli of Huameng. None of these two forces is much weaker than Longcheng!"

At this point, she looked at Arslen and said solemnly: "Longcheng has such a powerful allies, with our current strength... I'm afraid it will be defeated!"

"Longcheng has allies to help, and we have them too!"

Alslen laughed loudly, and immediately ordered to a close confidant in the seat: "Go! Please come here too!"

"yes!"

When the subordinate withdrew from the tent, Liu Meilin's face was full of curiosity. She wanted to see what confidence Arslen had, and was not afraid of the three soldiers of the Jiuli family in the Longcheng Huameng.

Not long after, the big tent was lifted and three people walked in.

If Alslen's body has a strange appearance and is very unusual, these three are even more aliens among the different species. A man in his left hand was covered with dark golden scales. He looked extremely ferocious. A guy in his right hand had wings, and his body surface was covered with white bones, which looked like a skeleton.

The guy in the middle is the most terrifying. He was obviously a human, but he walked into the big tent with his head and bowed slightly to Alslen who was sitting above. He spoke in a low male voice: "Slaying a great sweat, I wonder what's wrong?"

This is the ally of the Golden Wolf Khanate!

At this moment, Liu Meilin couldn't help but look shocked.
To be continued...