Qu Chulü looked at the laughing Tatars opposite him, laughed despite his anger: "Lowly slaves, cherish the remaining time you have."
The rise of a new tribe naturally meant a reshuffling of power, most of the old nobility of the Naiman Tribe were killed, and many of the tribe members became slaves of the newly emerged Tatar Tribe.
These laughing Tatars all emerged as new military aristocrats upon the sea of corpses of the Naiman Tribe.
A bonfire ignited on the mountain top.
The shaman, wearing a silver magical crown and holding a drum made of human skin, danced ancient and mysterious steps around the fire.
The accompanying shamans beside him poured meat, milk, and wine into the fire from bowls and basins. These offerings were consumed immediately by the mysterious flames, turning into a profound green smoke that rose straight to the heavens with the wind.
Boom!
A fierce wind suddenly rose.
