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!
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
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)
Chapter 1599: Punish No Matter How Far! (II)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The Turkic golden eagles also had a 'surveillance language', with different calls carrying different meanings. This golden eagle's cries were short and rapid, carrying a hint of panic. Something had clearly happened.
"What's going on? Why is the golden eagle in such a bad state?"
"Where are the eagle trainers and the scouts on the ground? Why is there no trace of them even though the eagle has returned?"
The joyful and celebrating Turkic camp was suddenly surging with unease, and the crackling of the bonfires now sounded particularly loud.
Everyone instinctively felt that something was wrong, but their minds were still rejecting the idea.
Their camp had scouts patrolling around it night and day, extending as far as eighty li. It was impossible for there to really have been an incident.
Creee!
Just when everyone was still clinging to a small sliver of hope, a second sharp cry broke through the colds. It was even sharper and more resounding than the cry of a gyrfalcon.
Whoosh! A bird that was far smaller than a golden eagle flew out of the clouds, and then it slammed like a meteor into the golden eagle.
There was a plaintive screech as the golden eagle plunged like a stone, slamming to the earth with a bang. In the air, an explosion of feathers gently drifted to the ground.
Buzz!
For a moment, the camp was absolutely still, as if time had stopped, but then, boom! The camp exploded into an uproar. As for the Turkic captain, his eyes went wide and he shot to his feet, his body trembling like it had been struck by a lightning bolt.
"Enemy!"
A loud cry resounded in everyone's ears, but it had not come from the camp. Seven to eight hundred meters away, a bloodstained Turkic horseman was frantically riding in the direction of the camp.
He was urgently shouting, but a moment later, phweee! There was a sharp whistle and then an arrow came from behind and pierced the Turkic soldier through. With energy to spare, the arrow
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