Kumaradan thought that with hundreds of tough warriors in his territory, he could destroy those daring Pyu people.
When the time comes, we will capture them all and make them slaves, and let them and those despicable 'untouchables' be slaves for generations to come.
"Dear Master, ahead is White Elephant City. People there say that you can see the shadows of those barbarians on the other side of the river!"
Just as Kumaradan was lost in thought, a fat slave with a dark complexion next to him said with a smile.
The fat slave's dark face almost twisted into a chrysanthemum because he smiled so hard.
Kumaradan, however, did not look at the slave at all, but looked forward.
The so-called Baixiang City is actually just a small village surrounded by bamboo and wood walls, home to thousands of people.
In the myths and legends of Tianzhu, a small village of this size is classified as a "city".
Otherwise, millions of cities and hundreds of millions of people would have come from in ancient times.
"It's really outrageous!"
"Why didn't Na Tuolu from White Elephant City come to greet you!?"
Kumaradan was already very angry that the lord of White Elephant City was so disrespectful.
"Master, maybe Na Tuo Lu has forgotten about this matter. After all, there are ferocious barbarians attacking on the other side of the river."
The fat and dark personal servant next to him said.
"If Tuolu doesn't know how to respect me as a lord, then he will not be blessed by God Brahma and will be a Shudra in his next life!" Kumaradhan cursed bitterly.
When the servants nearby heard this, they all secretly rejoiced.
If Na Tuo Lu becomes a Shudra in his next life, he will no longer be able to serve as a steward for his master. Wouldn’t it be that he had reserved a position for them early on?
If ordinary people seriously think about this kind of promotion opportunity in the next life, there must be something wrong in their minds.
But in this magical place of the subcontinent, it is a question that everyone firmly believes in.
The noble master will still be the master in the next life.
Those who are in charge of the same job will still be in charge in the next life and continue to be such a loser.
These slaves are still just slaves.
In this case, unless someone fails to abide by the teachings of God Brahma and makes a big mistake, he or she will be degraded in status in the next life.
And as long as they slaves work diligently as cows and horses in this life, the "dog leg" position that will be vacant in the next life may fall to them.
"Send someone to summon Na Tuo Lu. I want him to kiss my toes to greet his master before he sees the spire of White Elephant City!"
Kumaradham sent two slaves to summon Natuolu to come and kiss his feet, and then he ordered him to rest on the spot.
After all, the huge territory with a radius of hundreds of miles is enough to make Kumaradan and his party tired.
With the two servants fanning him very carefully, Kumaradham lay down leisurely.
While he was resting in the cool air, he was thinking about how to deal with that Tuolu who didn't know etiquette later.
"For an inferior person to lose respect for his master is to commit blasphemy against God Brahma!"
"Whoever dares to be disrespectful to God Brahma will definitely go to hell after death and be the lowest of the lowly people in the next life."
Kumaradham kept talking to the servants beside him.
After coming here for a long time, when Kumaradan had almost rested, two figures ran up on the road ahead.
Looking from a distance, it should be the two slaves that Kumaradham sent to summon Natuolu.
"Na Tuo Lu, you are seeking death!"
Kumaradan looked from a distance and did not see the figures of Natuolu, the steward of Baixiang City, and others, and he couldn't help but feel furious.
"Where is my Pycelle?"
Kumaradan called behind him.
"Honored Master, your Pycelle is at your disposal!"
A bearded warrior with green eyes, curly hair, and relatively fair skin responded loudly.
This fierce-looking Venga warrior, like Kumaradham, is an Aryan of noble origin.
Although he is called master, he is not a slave, but a warrior of his subordinate vassals.
Pycelle is the Wenga people's name for brave warriors.
These Pycelle warriors inherited the traditions of their Aryan ancestors. They learned various martial arts since childhood in order to safeguard the existence of the Brahma God.
Kumaradan came out this time, bringing with him two hundred Pycelle warriors.
Now Tuolu's very disrespectful behavior has made Kumaradan murderous.
Two hundred Pycelle warriors were enough to destroy Na Tuolu's family.
To deal with these low-class people, you have to use some necessary force.
However, when the two slaves ran over in a panic, the news they brought back surprised Kumaradhan.
"Master, it's not good, White Elephant, White Elephant City..."
A dark and thin slave said breathlessly.
"What happened to White Elephant City?"
Kumaradan flew up and kicked the stuttering slave over, and asked sternly.
The fat black man's personal servant next to him immediately took out a clean white linen cloth and wiped Kumaradham's shoes.
The shoes of a noble master must be cleaned if they come into contact with lower-class people.
"The barbarians on the other side of the river are coming on horseback." Another slave said breathlessly.
"What, the barbarians crossed the river?" Kumaradan was greatly surprised when he heard this.
You know, those barbarians to the east rarely have the courage to stay for such a long time, let alone cross the river to attack.
"Master, those barbarians have surrounded White Elephant City. There are many corpses outside the city. No one dares to leave the city."
After hearing what the slave said, Kumaradham felt his head buzzing.
It’s broken, it’s broken.
The barbarians dared to cross the river and besiege White Elephant City, and the siege was impenetrable. There must be many, many of them.
There must be at least 10,000 people.
Even less, there must be five or six thousand people.
Otherwise, how could it be possible to surround White Elephant City.
"They have surrounded White Elephant City. How many people are there?" Kumaradan asked.
There are only two hundred Pycelle warriors around him. After hearing what the slave said, Kumaradham felt his head buzzing.
It’s broken, it’s broken.
The barbarians dared to cross the river and besiege White Elephant City, and the siege was impenetrable. There must be many, many of them.
There must be at least 10,000 people.
Even less, there must be five or six thousand people.
Otherwise, how could it be possible to surround White Elephant City.
"We have surrounded White Elephant City. How many people do they have?" Kumaradan asked.
There are only two hundred Pycelle warriors around him. It’s broken, it’s broken.
The barbarians dared to cross the river and besiege White Elephant City, and the siege was impenetrable. There must be many, many of them.
There must be at least 10,000 people.
Even less, there must be five or six thousand people.
Otherwise, how could it be possible to surround White Elephant City.
