The Woman Ruler of the Altan Clan

Chapter 119 The Great Batzorig Clan

Khan put his hand in Shanum's hair. Then brought her forehead closer to Shanum's forehead, hugging her waist tightly. Shanum smelled the hot masculine scent of Khan, he did not want to wake up again if this was just a dream. He wanted to feel and touch her, letting the man feel her back and touch her.

Feeling his blood seemed to stop as the warmth of the man's embrace that he had longed for months wrapped around him. His soul mate, finally came to his rescue after Shanum sent out the position coordinates to him, not expecting the magic he sent out to succeed resplendently.

Khan stroked her hair, anchored her sex lips on Shanum's forehead, sending heat all over Shanum's body. The world around Shanum instantly vanished in the dark, and Khan was the only one he knew.

Shanum's passion was already curled up in his stomach, making his breath choked and his mouth suddenly dry. He's really lost. Lost, as if he was no longer here.

Shanum enjoyed every second of it and craved for more, more of that incredible sensation. Pain that controls it. His entire body felt alive, every nerve buzzed alertly, and felt whole.

Khan is his home, where he will always return, Shanum finally admits it. He could no longer avoid the inevitable. No matter how far he ran, no matter how good he performed, he would still come to the man's embrace.

Then the loud screams of someone stopped the romance between them. Make both partners look back.

"You are our queen. Remember the sword that chose you, My Queen," said one of the men who had been in the weapon room. The man's face seemed to harbor disappointment in Shanum. So too was the romance of fury depicted on Avraam's face, which stood beside the man. Avraam's jaw tightened, his gaze piercing sharply.

Now Shanum glanced at Khan beside him. The man's eyes looked flat but did not hide the sense of wonder that was raging in the depths of his expression.

"You have to say it, beautiful. There can be no lies." Avraam also urged Shanum as he stepped forward, splitting the crowd of bodyguards that formed a special formation to protect him.

As Avraam showed himself more clearly, a shocked voice was heard from the people in Khan's camp.

"Sergei? But.. how?" khan said, speaking on behalf of the minds of his followers. With a confused tone of voice, Khan released his embrace of Shanum, frowned at Avraam, then turned his gaze back towards his troops, as if looking for someone.

"I'm here Khan." A man in different clothes appeared from the group of people behind him. The man named Sergei stepped lightly towards Khan.

Shanum took a deep breath. He already suspected that the two of them were indeed very similar, like a betel nut split in two. What is different is only the color of Avraam's eyes at this time. Although Shanum also knew about it, Avraam had the same eye color as Sergei, his beautiful blue netra would only appear at certain moments.

"Hi, Shanum." Sergei smiled with a slight nod of his head towards Shanum. And Shanum returned the greeting while smiling faintly.

Sergei's arrival diverts the conversation about the queen's sword. Although Shanum knew it was only a temporary distraction. Avraam and his followers would not let him get away with their clan's heirloom sword. That was if she managed to escape back to her husband's side without returning imprisoned in the end in the enemy clan.

Shanum glanced at Khan, trying to read the man's reaction. Found a flat and stiff expression radiating on the man's face. I don't know what the man she loves is thinking right now, because now Khan is closing their bond access. Until he can't ask through their bond.

"Who are you? Why does your face look like mine?" said Sergei raised his chin haughtily, as he leisurely sauntered towards Avraam. "Don't tell me you imitated my face because of my legendary good looks."

Shanum rolled his eyeballs. Sergei's narcissistic attitude seems to never be eliminated in any situation. Even in a state of danger, the man still had time to act silly like that.

Avraam did not answer. Stunned Roman still looked domineering on his face. It seemed that the man was quite shocked to see the same face plastered before him.

Sergei stopped in front of Avraam, but remained at a fairly safe distance. It seems that Sergei is also not stupid, the man can smell the dangerous aura of Avraam. Now, the two men stared at each other fixedly. Maybe they are measuring each other's strength.

Shanum. "This man I once said is similar to you, Avraam," Shanum said.

"And Sergei, the man's face is real. Not illusion magic. He is the leader of this clan," Shanum added. Shanum deliberately did not add any good-looking words here, although he admitted the two men did have an undoubted good looks.

"He's the masked man" Khan said in a cold voice. Sergei turned his head, he approached towards Khan. "You mean, that guy's the culprit in this whole thing?"

Avraam grinned, then moved his gaze towards Khan. "Yes, I'm the masked man. The man who had taken away Khan's wife Adrian" he replied.

Then, Khan and Avraam stared at each other fiercely. The aura of power of the two was wavering in the air. Shanum's head was suddenly dizzy, looking at the two men who were now blatantly dueling gazes and strength to fight over him amidst the hundreds of spectators.

Finally Avraam turned his sharp gaze towards Shanum back. "Give me the sword, Shanum. Show me your meaning in my clan right now. You owe us that" urged Avraam.

Shanum could no longer twitch, the matter about the sword was again revealed. Inevitably he had to uncover the reality, even though his heart was stirring up opposition.

Shanum took two steps forward from his original position, slowly raised his hand, and revealed the queen sword in his grasp. Not a word was said to the crowd. Shanum tried to show a flat and calm romance to the point of being illegible.

After the sword was shown, the air instantly turned frozen. The majestic golden radiance of the sword simultaneously made the army belonging to Avraam bow in front of Shanum. The previous dispute, which still occurred in some places, suddenly completely stopped.

No more attacks and resistance from both sides. Time seemed to stop, the air also cooled. Avraam's fortress approached entirely behind the leader and so did the Khan's camp. They are neat and quiet.

Some of the crowd on Khan's side looked agitated. Shanum could read from the aura emitted by them when circulating his gaze.

He watched Khan slowly move to keep his distance from him. Shanum saw Khan's golden white skin paled, and Shanum instantly shriveled. A soft, chapped voice slid from his lips, "I'm sorry, Adri." If the man hears her whisper, the man does not heed her. It moved as if Shanum's speech was a wind past.

All over Shanum's body suddenly felt pain, his soul rebelled completely when he saw Khan's behavior and expression. His soul mate moved away, not looking at him, avoiding him, as if he was carrying a deadly virus.

Shanum averted his gaze, and observed Avraam smiling with satisfaction. That made Shanum's mind more tormented. He felt so wrong. On the one hand, was her husband, and on the other she could not resist the sword that had already chosen her.

"You framed my wife with that fucking sword, motherfucker!" Khan growled loudly. Red light surrounded Khan. It seems Khan is no longer able to be indifferent. Likewise with Avraam, immediately a dense darkness surrounded the man's body. They are ready to duel.

Avraam smiled amusedly. "Nobody set him up. I didn't even expect, he managed to hold the sword." The man relaxed his shoulders.

"The sword called me, and chose me, Adri," Shanum said softly. A sad look on his face.

"You heard it for yourself right, the Great Clan Altan. Our queen's sword chose Shanum. She is no longer your queen. But it will be my queen. Being here, by my side."

"You're crazy" sizzled Sergei with a fed up face. Sergei shook his hand violently.

Avraam ignored Sergei's words, he reached out. "Shanum." An order without denial must be followed.

Shanum did not move. He wanted to escape, wanting to be free from all these confusing things.

"Don't do it, Shanum," stopped Sergei, shaking his head, "you don't have to follow his will. That sword is no guarantee of becoming his queen."

Shanum finally said steadily and clearly to Avraam, "I won't go anywhere with you."

"You won't say that, my dear," said Avraam, "remember your promise to leave Khan Adrian, and you haven't forgotten the debt of life to me."

Horror wrapped around Shanum's stomach.

"About the sword I will return to you, Avraam. And for my promise and the debt of life I'm sorry. Please," whispered Shanum.

Avraam jerked his chin to his left arm. "The queen's sword-calling spell, come to me." A silver-colored light emerged from Avraam's hands, instantly darting towards Shanum.

Let go of Shanum, you son of a bitch." Chinua burst out from the crowd, unleashing the power of his blue light, cutting off the flow of Avraam magic. "I just got here and had to see a garbage show like this."

The queen of the Batbayar Clan was grieving loudly, "after ruining my island, kidnapping my niece's granddaughter, now you want to acknowledge her as your queen. Really don't know yourself!" The two of them launched a magic power battle. And finally the power struggle was won by Chinua.

The man beside Avraam looked at the Khan's stronghold all in turn, his face paled seeing the leader lose. "The Great One" he whispered. He helped the flinched Avraam backwards.

"Shut up, Deef," snapped Avraam loudly while trying to improve his standing again.

"Shanum," call Avraam, he reached out his hand back towards Shanum. This time his voice was softer, the man did not heed that he had just lost to Chinua. "Please, I want to take you home. You promised."

Shanum retreated a step closer towards Chinua. He turned his head towards Khan, and saw the man remain silent, though his hands clenched tightly on both sides of his body.

"Well, if you're not willing to come back to me." Avraam grinned bitterly. The man uttered a protective spell, and a thin veil was seen limiting his side's position with Khan's side.

"Deef, call our intermediary. Run the destruction now at the points we agreed upon and call our entire army from the main house" shouted Avraam giving the order.

Shanum. He knew very well the meaning of Avraam's command to the man named Deef. The man wanted to attack the entire clan from within their respective territories. And since most of the clan leaders and their armies were here to help the Khan, Shanum could already predict the destruction as great as what would happen in those regions.

Shanum turned to Chinua and saw that he was setting a protective boundary for their stronghold. The woman cast a spell, then a blue light shimmered around them.

"I'm giving you some time to set up a strategy, Khan Adrian. There's no other way, we're going to war. Prepare yourself, " cried Avraam. Then the man and his troops retreated towards the stone building.

Shanum breathed deeply. War is inevitable. Suddenly Shanum remembered one of the threats that Avraam had uttered.

Shanum pulled Chinua's sleeve. "Please tell me, is your territory strictly protected, Chinua?"

Chinua frowned. His eyes were astonished to see Shanum pull up his sleeves and say a sentence containing worry. "Of course Shanum" he replied.

"And the Bataar and Batzorig clans are helping too, Chinua?" Shanum asked back.

"Klan Bataar, it's impossible to be here, Shanum. The leader, that cowardly bastard who hated your husband, just because his daughter didn't manage to marry Khan, naturally refused to join." Chinua snorted loudly with a look of disgust.

"Keep, the Batzorig Clan?" shanum Urge.

"You didn't see Sergei? He is the Great One of the Batzorig Clan" Chinua replied. And Shanum looked puzzled at the startling remark.

Chinua looked at Shanum then said, "Ah, I forgot. You've been kidnapped by the enemy when the coronation announcement was spread throughout the clan."

Shanum. He did not expect that Sergei was a leader of a large clan. "You're not kidding me, are you, Chinua?" press Shanum again.

Chinua rolled her eyeballs. "Why am I making a joke right now, Shanum. We're preparing for war, you know."

"Em, I didn't expect it" Shanum said grimacing.

"Everyone was shocked too. Because of what we know, the Great Batzorig Clan previously had no children, and also siblings. But it turns out that Bainzar has a younger sibling whose birth is hidden."

"You mean hidden?"

"I don't understand either, Shanum. Perhaps Bainzar's younger brother was deformed or born outside the bonds of marriage. It could be."

"What if he was disabled or born outside of marriage?" shanum asked again in curiosity.

"Jeez, Shanum. Why are you suddenly so chatty, so curious about the Batzorig Clan like this?" chinua Protest. It seemed that the sultry woman was asked continuously by Shanum since earlier.

"Basic stingy. I just asked a little, I objected" Shanum said, grumbling.

"If you're curious, why not just ask Sergei? That's the guy right there." Chinua pointed his chin at Sergei who was talking seriously with Khan.

Shanum grumbled in annoyance. "There's no way I'm doing that. She might be offended and definitely look at me strangely."

Chinua laughed amusedly. "It turns out you still have common sense too, Shanum," he said. And Shanum snorted loudly in reply to Chinua's curse.

Then the woman beckoned Shanum to approach Khan and his group. They have to prepare for war, of course they have to discuss their strategy.

"For what traitor this is here, Khan. He better get back to the villain stronghold over there!" shouted a woman loudly.

Shanum stopped stepping, he turned to look at the woman and he frowned, seeing Sintai brandishing his index finger with a look of anger.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Who is the traitor? He's Khan's wife. Of course his position should have been next to Khan. It's not you that I've seen since like a cheap woman, just stick with Khan" Chinua replied in a fed-up voice. It seems Chinua noticed the woman's behavior earlier and was upset to hear her accusations against Shanum.

Coloring harrumphed loudly while staring fiercely at Chinua. "What is your business? I'm not talking to you."

Shanum looked towards Khan who was beside Sarni, and realized that the man turned his face the other way to avoid his gaze. The man acted as if he did not hear the feud. Shanum's face looked sad.

"Already, why fight with friends. It should be if you want to fight with the camp across there anyway, not here" said Sergei calmly, he stood between Sarna and Chinua, trying to break up the quarrel of the two.

"Basic, Magic Grandma," Sintai chirped as he glared.

"Eh, got your guts, cheap lady." Chinua growled furiously, his hands raised upwards. The power of his blue light flared at the end of his fingers, it seemed that he was preparing to attack Sinta with his magic power.

Shanum immediately gripped Chinua's arm firmly, stopping the magic that began to be directed by him towards Sarting. Shanum took the woman away. Chinua initially refuses, trying to release Shanum's hand and wants to continue the action.

However, when he saw the sad expression on Shanum's face, the woman suddenly relented. Chinua sighed and followed Shanum's steps in silence.