The piercing wails sliced through the sky, instantly tightening Xiao Feng's heart, and his face became solemn.
Such screams, recognizable at first hearing as those of ordinary Mongolian herders—and merely common herders at that; true brave Mongolian warriors would not scream so pitifully even in death.
But who would have such bitter hatred towards ordinary herders to resort to murder for venting anger?
Who would dare brazenly massacre near the Mongolian Imperial City's garrison?
The visitor is malicious!
Xiao Feng unusually didn't rush to investigate immediately, but instead looked at Azhu in his arms with concern, delivering a reassuring glance and said with a smile, "Azhu! I'll first take you somewhere safe away from here."
"No!"
Azhu grasped Xiao Feng's wrist, smiling gently, "Brother Xiao, don't worry about me. Now that someone is slaughtering without reason, you should protect them. Even though I'm pregnant, I can retreat from here immediately."
