The prairie used to be like the ocean, a place where power is brewing, with turbulent waves and undercurrents everywhere. When a hero finally rolls up the monstrous waves, it must be a force of destruction. But since it is a storm, the decline and fall are as rapid as the rise. This fleeting cruel beauty can only be possessed by the grassland peoples.
First there was Attila, the whip of God, and then Genghis Khan, the proud son of heaven.
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