Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
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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