Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
A huge argument broke out in the Icewolf Tribe.
They decided to migrate in a rush, so they didn’t have time to prepare beforehand. They had only been able to leave so quickly because they had huddled up for winter, or else they wouldn’t even have enough time to flee.
There were understandably plenty of frustrations during their escape.
The Holywolf Warrior wanted her tribesmen to throw away whatever she deemed unnecessary so that they could distance themselves from the Tang army. However, her tribesmen begged to differ.
The Holywolf Warrior was their Khan even if they migrated to the ice field, not to mention that she was a powerful warrior.
There was always delectable roasted lamb when she was hungry, piping hot tea when she was thirsty, a warm tent when she was cold, and a shaman to attend to her when she was ill.
For her, spending the winter in the ice field only meant suffering a little and shedding a few pounds of flesh.
The same couldn’t be said for the normal tribesmen. Their assets comprised only their crockeries and a couple of livestock. Without those, they were likely to end up as a frozen corpse on the ice field.
Thus, the Icewolf Tribe moved extremely slowly.
Issues kept cropping up. Someone was always losing their livestock or had their grass feed stolen. These seemingly trivial matters easily escalated into huge fights involving dozens of people, as they could make the difference between life and death on the ice field.
Ironically, these fights only led to injuries, which further slowed the marching pace. It also didn’t help that they would bump into specters and hostile tribes now and then.
In the end, the Holywolf Warrior couldn’t stand it anymore. With eyes reminiscent of a vicious wolf, she roared at her tribesmen, “Throw everything away! Otherwise, it’s only a matter of time before the Tangs catch up with us. You’ll be dead meat!”
Despite her scimitar’s threat, many of her tribesmen still refused to throw away their scraps. Even when their hands were whipped bloody, they continued clutching onto
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