Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3843: Medicinal Gardens in the Skyscraping World
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 354: The Correct Day
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 275: Mistake
“The Ottomains’ Thunderbolt!”
Goosebumps rose all over Madam Marti’s body when she heard that name from Constantin XI. The cheers from the excited soldiers on the west wall also noticeably quietened down. Some of them even gulped down their saliva.
Bayezid was a notorious Ottomain general who had served three generations of rulers.
He had once single-handedly held a gate up for his army to pass through while sieging a city. He had also charged alone into the midst of an army to capture a rebel leader alive.
He had spent thirty years on the battlefield and fought over seventy battles, but not once had he ever lost. The old sultan, Momoana’s father, had once said that Bayezid’s name was equivalent to an army of 30,000. Bayezid was even celebrated as Ottomain’s Thunderbolt.
It was obvious that Sultana Momoana was about to release her Thunderbolt.
However, the Grassland Horse Archer ignored Constantin XI’s warning. What is that old man prattling off on? I don’t understand your language.
“Hm?”
Shu Yichao noticed that the wavering Ottomain army had slowly regained its composure. He could even vaguely hear cheers.
“Bayezid! Bayezid!”
A hulking man charged out of the Ottomain military formation on a steed. Wherever he passed, the crowd opened up like Moses splitting the sea. The Ottomain soldiers willingly stepped aside for him to pass.
They banged their shields and waved their flags while cheering aloud to welcome Ottomain’s Thunderbolt. Many of them had grown up listening to stories about Bayezid’s feats of valor.
Bayezid finally arrived at the front of the formation. He turned to Sultana Momoana with a face covered in glaring scars.
Sultana Momoana looked at him and nodded.
Bam!
A massive tomahawk smashed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
“I shall present my victory to the true God’s envoy, our great Sultana!”
“Ahhhhh!!!”
“Bayezid!”
“God will always be with you!”
“Long live the Sultana!”
The deafening cheers from the Ottomain army of 200,000 men were so loud that the birds in the nearby forest flew away in frigh
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