Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
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?
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Time continued to pass, and the temperature of the northern end of the continent continued to plunge, the world becoming blanketed in snow.
With each passing day, the situations of the various countries grew worse.
At this moment, in the northwest, to the north of Beiting, the distant Western Turkic Khaganate had become the center of attention.
The mood had turned strange and bizarre.
At this moment, around the Western Turkic holy mountain of Mount Sanmi…
Whoosh!
Bitter winds howled across a vast steppe that had been turned into a sheet of white. Shepherds wearing thick fur capes were driving snow-covered and ill livestock to the south.
This sort of scene could be found all over the steppe.
As the weather grew colder and colder, both the livestock and the Western Turks themselves faced dire situations with regards to food and cold!
Each day, numerous people froze to death.
The empire was in great peril.
"Fourth Prince, we don't have much time left!"
At the base of the mountain a chubby man looked into the distance as he rubbed his hands.
The man, wearing thick wool clothes and sporting a thick beard, was none other than horse merchant Hulayeg.
In front of him was a young Hu of unusual bearing. He wore black robes, on the back of which had been woven a blazing sun and a howling wolf. He was looking in a daze at the peak of Mount Sanmi. This was none other than the Western Turkic Fourth Prince that Wang Chong had once taken hostage, and his name was Barshad!
Ever since Agudu Lan's death, Fourth Prince Barshad's and Hulayeg's statuses in the Western Turkic Khaganate had grown worse and worse. And as they both fell out of favor, they gradually began to draw closer and closer.
By now, Hulayeg had become the Fourth Prince's close confidant.
"With this great snow, the Khagan will probably make his decision in a few days."
Hulayeg looked through the snow at the summit as he spoke.
"The Khagan is growing more favorable to the First Prince with each passing day. Once the Khagan decides to ally with
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