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
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1234- Su Race
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 971: Advancing Another Step
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1233- Represent Earth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.2
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 344 - Giving No Chances
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 645: So What if You're the Number One Person in Sword Dao?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
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
It was only when the exhausted Holywolf Warrior arrived at her base that she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Though she nearly choked when she tallied the casualties.
Less than 200 tribesmen had returned with her! That was as good as a wipeout!
Cries echoed throughout the tribes. They were not just crying for the deceased but for themselves too. Most households would struggle to survive now that they had lost their breadwinner.
The Icewolf Tribe and its vassal tribes would struggle for at least the next decade.
However, there was no time to grieve.
“Gather your items. We’ll be heading for the northern ice field,” the Holywolf Warrior ordered.
The chieftains were horrified to hear that.
“Khan, should we reconsider this matter? The ice field is… is…”
The ice field was a forbidden zone for the living! At least half of their tribesmen would freeze or starve to death if they spent their winter there.
“We have no choice. At least some of us will survive there. Those who stay here will die once the Tangs arrive!” the Holywolf Warrior explained.
Soon, the Icewolf Tribe and its vassal tribes began marching northward with uneasy hearts.
“Khan, should we hand over the pegasi to the Tangs? I heard that the Tangs’ Anxi Protectorate-General is rampaging throughout Transoxania in search for the pegasi. Our people were presumably attacked over the pegasi too. Perhaps, we could make peace with the Tangs if we hand the pegasi over…” a chieftain proposed.
“That won’t do!” the Holywolf Warrior rejected the proposal.
They had lost too many wolves to the Tangs. To preserve their tribe’s strength and ensure its survival, they had to keep the pegasi with them. Furthermore…
“What if the Tangs refuse to let us go after we hand over the pegasi? We won’t even have a chance to escape!”
The Holywolf Warrior didn’t think the Tangs’ commander would let them off just like that.
You’ll let us off if we hand over the pegasi? How’s that possible?
If it’s me, I’d take both the horses and their lives.
“We might still be able to make a comeback if we
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