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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Chapter 1152: General and Minister!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"Huoshu!"
A heart-wrenching cry came from the distance. When Dalun Ruozan saw that Wang Chong had run Huoshu Huicang through with his sword and was holding him aloft in the air, he felt like his own heart had been pierced through by ten thousand arrows.
At that moment, his mind was completely blank and his soul seemed to have been snatched away. His eyes lost all their light.
In the war of the southwest, the cavalry of the Ngari Royal Lineage which they had needed decades to accumulate had been almost completely wiped out on the shores of the Erhai, and the region of the plateau occupied by the Ngari Royal Lineage itself had been rendered a complete no-man's land, and yet the light in Dalun Ruozan's eyes had never gone out. When he had been imprisoned in the Tsenpo's prison to live a dark and sunless life, the light in his eyes had never gone out. Even after they had experienced setback after setback in Talas, the light in Dalun Ruozan's eyes had never dimmed. Not even the death of Dusong Mangpoje, the Eagle of the Plateau, could cause Dalun Ruozan's eyes to darken.
But when Wang Chong ran Huoshu Huicang through with his sword and held him high in the air, the light in Dalun Ruozan's eyes was snuffed out, and they became utterly devoid of life.
"Great Minister, go!" an urgent voice bellowed out from the roaring wind. Huoba Sangye, leading the remnants of the Mutri Great Cavalry, anxiously stared at Dalun Ruozan's back.
The Arabs had already lost and Qutaybah had been killed. The Tibetans had no more reason to stay in this place. The Tang could charge over at any time, so the urgent task at hand was to preserve what manpower they had left, escape Talas, and return to Ü-Tsang.
But at this moment, Dalun Ruozan was in a completely downcast state, staring in Huoshu Huicang's direction while completely unaware of the rest of the world.
Huoba Sangye's mind was aflame with concern, and he immediately shouted orders at two of
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