Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3835: Severed Arm
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 254: Start
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 332: Big Dog!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3834: The Profound Spirit Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1190- Three types of weapons
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 321 - Two Teachers? That's Not Impossible
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 320 - Bold And Reckless: Striking At A God-Level Expert
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1189- War Fortress
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 23.3
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 629: Peach Blossoms Bloom Outside of Peach Blossom Alley
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1188- Fallen wings
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 951: The Yellow Court World
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1187.5- Splitting spoils (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 23.2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3833: The Illusion-condensing Swordmaster
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 37: Production and Exploration
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 628: The Hidden Traitor Gradually Surfaces
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 331: Chaos
"Old Eagle, go and take a look."
Wang Chong's brow creased in thought. In these last few days, he had swept through every encounter, meeting essentially no resistance.
Part of it was because the Tibetan cavalry were scattered and had no reinforcements. The other part was that the Tibetans were still not on their guard.
But if the Tibetans had gathered together, then things had completely changed.
Moreover…
As he recalled the information he had heard from the fleeing Great Tang soldiers, Wang Chong began to form a vague idea of what was going on.
Swish!
There was a rush of air as Old Eagle raised his hand and the massive eagle on his shoulder took flight, vanishing into the clouds.
………
At the same time, several dozen li away, the clouds of war had gathered. The highland steeds of the plateau had congregated, their large eyes wide open as they occasionally scanned the surroundings.
On each of their backs was a fierce Tibetan horseman.
The area was quiet, punctuated by the occasional gust of wind. These horsemen would occasionally raise their heads to warily glance to the north.
The air was suffused with a frenetic tension.
"Have you figured out what's going on?"
It was a hoarse voice, like the vibrating of a zither string. It reverberated in the air and felt like the gnawing of a horde of ants on the mind, and it was imbued with the accent unique to Ü-Tsang.
"Yes. Tang reinforcements suddenly appeared out of the north, an exceptionally formidable force. All of our forces in the north have basically been wiped out."
The other face was tinged with fear.
"Impossible! As long as there are at least one hundred of us Tibetans, we can immediately form a Halo of Fortress, and coupled with our thick armor, who can break our defense? Besides, didn't we still have Ciren Luri in the north…"
"Ciren Luri was killed!"
The hoarse voice immediately stopped, and what followed was a long and oppressive silence. It was clear that the owner of the voice had not expected this outcome.
"When did this happen?"
"Just recently."
"Wasn't
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