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!
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
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
Chapter 842: Lowly, Lowly Hulayeg!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"Khagan, hold on for a little longer. Say that we'll give them one hundred thousand warhorses and see if they agree. If they persist with the demand for five hundred thousand, then we will discuss this again," the Blackwater Shaman said.
"Priest, I will do this for you, but this will be the last time!"
Ishbara Khagan was boiling with rage, but he could only clamp it down.
"Mm. Let us dispatch the emissary. If they truly won't let go, Khagan will still have time to adopt another plan."
The Blackwater Shaman nodded.
Ishbara Khagan angrily huffed, but he said nothing more.
"In addition, I have a request that I hope Khagan can fulfill," the Blackwater Shaman continued.
"Oh? And what is that?" Ishbara Khagan said in surprise. He had originally believed that the Blackwater Shaman had appeared only to discuss the matter of the Fourth Prince, but it now appeared that this was not the case.
"That youth in Wushang's City of Steel who captured the Fourth Prince—I would like to meet him… When Khagan dispatches the emissaries this time, I would like one of my attendants to accompany the mission."
These last words were spoken in a mysterious and profound tone.
Ishbara Khagan's body shivered as if suddenly understanding something. He stared at the nearby Blackwater Shaman, unable to conceal the shock on his face.
……
"Ayow! It really hurts!"
In the underground prison cell of the City of Steel, Hulayeg's cries of pain echoed across the walls. He was lying on the ground, his bare and plump back gruesomely lacerated, and in some places, one could even see bone.
"Hulayeg, I was wrong about you. I didn't think that they would beat you like this. Relax. If I can get back, I will return all your property to you."
A remorseful voice echoed within the room. The Turkic Fourth Prince was sitting next to Hulayeg, his eyes brimming with reluctance as he examined the numerous wounds.
"Your Highness, there's no need to blame yourself. It is my honor
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