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
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"Actually… Chief, I heard that the Tang have two Great Generals garrisoned at Baghdad. If it's possible, it's best if we don't participate in this operation," a Kailong cautiously and softly said. "After all, we Kailong are few in number and can't compare to the other big tribes!"
Whoosh!
The raucous laughter of the Kailong instantly died, the atmosphere turning somber.
The Kailong turned their heads to the speaker, and their chief coldly scanned the group before setting eyes on a scrawny member of his tribe.
This Kailong clearly sensed the strangeness of the mood, and he turned red as his head dropped. He seemed to know that he had misspoken.
"Did you forget the fate of the Ka-er people?
"Do you really think those divine emissaries are so easy to speak to? Any tribe that dared to defy their orders were dust long ago. Do you want our Kailong to suffer the same fate?
"This is the divine emissary's order. All the nomadic tribes of the northern region must participate. We cannot defy it!" the Kailong Chief harshly said.
"Chief, I was wrong," that Kailong softly said.
"The divine emissary will be here soon. All of you, shut your mouths. None of you are to speak without my permission. Let's go!"
The chief pressed on the flanks of his horse and led his men in the direction of the Caspian Sea.
"Follow them!"
Deep underground, Wang Chong took the faceless man and pursued the Kailong, swiftly heading in the direction of the Caspian Sea.
It was easier for them with the Kailong leading the way.
……
As they advanced, the air grew colder and colder. After ten-some li, the temperature had dropped to zero, and the ground was covered in a thin sheet of white frost. This sheet thickened the closer they got to the Caspian Sea, and the temperature dropped even more.
The Kailong had turned somber, having long since ceased to be in a joking mood. They pressed their bodies against their horses, trying to borrow the heat from their horses to resist the cold.
After another hour of travel, the ice was a finger's
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