When Hassan led the group back to the tribe, even though he had only been away for less than 10 days, he felt that it looked completely different again.
Before this, their tribe was so small he could see everything with just a glance. But now, the tents that had been set up here were spread out far and wide. It was truly quite a spectacular sight.
In just a few weeks, Donti had annexed about seven tribes of various sizes and completed a rare and rapid expansion.
But before Hassan could ride back into the territory of the tribe, he saw two people running over in a hurry. “Hassan, hurry back. Something has happened at the royal tent.”
Hassan’s legs tightened around the horse’s flanks as he led the men behind him into the tribe. The so-called royal tent was where Donti was situated.
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