Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 875: Solving
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 276 - Could He Be A Reincarnated Boss?
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 658 - The Weapon Against the Burrower Beneath
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 538: There Are Two Large Mountains in the Snow
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 276.2: The Domesticated Eternal Night Queen (2)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3795: Interrogating the Daoist Sect of Heavenly Embodiment
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 181 - Dekan's Forbidden Door (Long Chapter)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1012.5- Sealed Scroll (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 188: Wolf or Dog?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 236: Treatment
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 155: Friend
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1012- Sealed Scroll
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 187: Ambushed
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 537: Demon Heart
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1011.5- Common Bath (2)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 154: Scheme
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 235: Patient
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3793: The Warring Old Freak
“Great Patola? Little Patola?”
Shu Yichao looked at the map.
“That color is such an eyesore.”
He was planning to head to Dayuan to restore their tradition of annual tributes to Great Tang, but he wasn’t planning to take his usual straight route. He had nothing better to do right now anyway, so he figured that he might as well beat up all the countries along the way.
He first sent yet another wave of terracotta soldiers to be rid of at the Iron Gate Pass before personally leading an army toward Great Patola and Little Patola. These two places were better known to him as…
“Kashmir, right?”
…
In a majestic building in Little Patola…
“Paying respects to the Holy Nation’s envoy. Paying respects to the esteemed Eminence.”
Little Patola’s officials entered a hall, then they kneeled down and bowed to Weryomahners, who was resting on the throne. Their king was seated on a smaller chair by the side.
It was disrespectful for the Tibetan envoy to take their king’s seat, but none of Little Patola’s officials dared to express their displeasure. That would only be creating a reason for the other party to punish them.
After the officials had paid their respects, Little Patola’s king carefully asked, “Holy envoy, may I enquire the reason behind your visit?”
Weryomahners swirled the wine cup in her hands, not saying a word.
The hall descended into silence.
The king sweated profusely as he wondered if he had unwittingly offended the envoy.
It can’t be, right? I am at least an extended relative of the Tibetan Empire. They shouldn’t turn against me for no reason.
A few heavy minutes passed before Weryomahners finally spoke up, “Tang bandits are causing trouble in the Western Region. We need you to deploy your troops to quell the unrest. You don’t have any problem with that, right?”
“Of course not, of course not!” Little Patola’s king fervently shook his head.
You must be kidding me! Unless I want someone to scrape my skin off to make human skin drums, I would never dare to have a problem with that!
That’s good to hear.
They are just
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