Ranging Ambition

After the storm passed through, everything came back to its peaceful sights. The sun rose, blinding all the creatures below. Birds sang wonderful songs in delight and flew from the tree branch towards the blue sky.

Flowers blossomed, while plants stood up anew as they basked under the bright shining sun. Wind blows whistling leaves and dusks on the ground.

Such a perfect day, but it will be ruined just immediately after the storm passes.

The ground shook, tiny pebbles and small rocks rolled and jumped around. Deep rumbles sounded. Cute tiny animals immediately went to hide and run.

Hundreds, thousands of horses gallop shaking the land in shock and in awe. Soldiers dressed in armor ride the horses in different colors. All their faces are taunt and serious, like they will experience a life and death battle once they reach their desired location.

Right, they are. With swords fastened tightly around their waist. Arrows and quivers hang behind their backs. Some held long heavy spears. They marched forward with their horses, carrying the ambition to conquer.

With this expedition, they will bring their country more prosperous lands, bring more riches and gold. Moreover, these soldiers not only carry the name of their Country and His Majesty, the Emperor, but also their family name.

With this, once everything is over, when they go and reunite with their family. They not only carry the pride and victory of their Country's reigns, but they also bring honour to their family.

Thinking like this, fire flares up, igniting the soldiers' morale.

They will win!

And go home victorious!!

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Meanwhile, across the Desert Lands and Rock Mountainous Region– a land lies where many peaceful tribes live in harmony for hundreds of years now.

These tribes people grew up isolated from the outside world. The dangerous Rocky mountains, and the vast humid and hot desert, made it so these tribes lived separated from everything else.

"BORI KHAN!! You stinky boy, get back here!!"

A woman runs shouting after a boy who wears a mischievous grin on his face. His eyes bright and mouth upright showing his teeth with several holes, showing some permanent teeth growing on his gums. He laughed while escaping the claw of the scary woman on his trail, he called mother.

"Hehehe. I'll be called an idiot if I listen to you." Bori Kahn looked back at his mother and let out a funny face with his tongue sticking out, then hasten his steps, planning to make a quick escape. Only to bump into a sturdy wall.

"Aww..." Hissing in pain, the boy held his nose that had gotten red from the bump. His bright eyes showed psychological tears, making him look pitiful at first glance. He wanted to complain at first. 'Who in the world would dare to get in the way of this great Me?!' Böri Khan knew it was not a wall. There's no wall on this wide field at all, ah. 'So, who dares to get in my way. This great Me's nose hurts so much!!'

Complaining internally, the boy was just about to look up to see the culprit that made his nose red and painful, when he heard his mother shout out his name furiously again.

"Bori Khan!!!" Knowing he doesn't have much time anymore. Bori Kahn chose to forget this sturdy wall and made a run for his life. Only to be stopped by the sturdy wall once again.

Bori Khan: "???" What the hell?!

The furious Mother Kahn who just arrived: "Ah! Darling, don't you dare let go of that stinky brat!!"

The sturdy wall that held his son's collar and is feeling helpless inside: "What did you do again?"

Its Father!! What bad luck...' Bori Khan stopped struggling. Who could beat this bear? No One! And Bori Kahn is just a tiny pipsqueak. What can he do? He was already at the hands of the big bear, and his terrifying mother was just steps in front of him.

In short, his trapped QQ

A moment later...

A loud slap descent on the boy's plump bottom. And Bori Kahn's funny screams and cries resounded at the whole village.

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Sophisticated map lay neatly on the table. Miniature figurines placed scattered on the map. One look and you'll think they were just scattered randomly, but look again and you'll find that these miniature figurines were placed in areas centering a tent- like/ house-like figure signifying a certain tribe.

A golden armored man sat on a dragon chair, looking like a young master waiting for his class to end. He stared at his Generals one by one, waiting for them to speak up any news update related to their expedition. His lips are pursed into a thin line, not wanting to speak any word.

"According to our scouts, Rouran Tribe occupies the strongest position of martial artists in Murim." Started by a man with ugly scar on his face. "Though they were said to be strong, these people are ignorant of worldly affairs."

A pretty man who wears an exquisite blue rope and is holding a blue peacock feathered fan, stood up from where he sat and directly walked at the map at the table. He picked up a stick as he started speaking out his opinions.

"A huge desert land and a mountain of rocks. This tribe has a huge defense system. It was surrounded by a rocky valley and a long River at the South. A wide forest in the North East." The blue robe man pointed with the stick, then he continued while moving some of the miniature figurines on the map. "Our troops are at a disadvantage in terms of terrain and skill level. Imperial martial arts won't be able to go against these people's barbaric ways of waving their swords and spears. However, we have numbers and positional advantages. More so, these people didn't have any access to the outside world at all."

As the man in the blue robe glanced at the man in golden armor, he stopped talking, but his attitude says otherwise. He wants to talk more. His brain is filled with more than just these simple analysis and intelligent guesses. He wants more, so he could prove more.

Nevertheless, he zipped his lips, and waited for his Superior to permit his mouth to continue speaking. So, after glancing once, he lowered his head. He dared not look at the other in the eyes, fearing the other might take offense.

"This monarch knows. Before his monarch reigned, our Empire was focused more on consolidating its power inside and fortifying walls. That such developments in terms of martial arts are almost forgotten. If not for this monarch being able to meet a master, this monarch will continue to believe that such a world only exists in legends." He spoke words in such a calm manner, like a spring breeze before summer. His tone was flat as if he was talking about something irrelevant. However, the people inside the tent didn't think so.

Such heavy pressure and dense killing intent were rushing out of the Emperor's body. How could it be irrelevant? They all swallowed and held their breath. The blue robe man, as an ordinary person with no internal energy, couldn't help but tremble under this huge pressure. His breathing staggering, almost forgot to breathe.

A moment later, the heavy pressure vanished the same goes for the dense killing intent. The Emperor raised his thin lips. His dark eyes that bore boredom and laziness brightens, like a fire burning like the hot sun.

The Emperor clenched his first hard. Cracking sounds of bones rang giving goosebumps to all people inside the tent. Then the Emperor suddenly laugh. He laugh maniacally with his crazy eerie smile like a psychopath.

"These people. I can't wait to kill them all!"