Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
“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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