Nightfall

Sending Arrows with a Song

As for the West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army, the Emperor of the South Jin Kingdom had stayed in Capital Cheng while the Crown Prince personally led the troops into the Wilderness. The troop had suffered great losses in the previous battle. Several powerhouses from the Sword Garret had either been injured or killed while the Great Divine Priest of Revelation had been severely injured. However, the true strength of the forces was not greatly affected.

There were also many Haotian Taoism visiting professors like those from the Black Ink Garden of the Great River Kingdom who chose to wait silently.

The Great Divine Priest of Judgment, Ye Hongyu who was waiting in the blood-colored chariot had not yet made any moves today. In a battle several days earlier, she had killed three leading Desolate warriors and exhibited her terrifying true cultivation state. It was important to note that the leaders of the Desolate warriors were close to the Peak state of Martial Arts.

The tall figure of the West-Hill Divine Palace’s Hierarch remained in the massive chariot. The Tang cavalry did not demonstrate all their strength in their multiple assaults.

The senior statesmen of the Desolate Man’s tribe were being killed and wounded. The First Elder had died on the spot while their most powerful fighter Tang, was seriously injured. There were more than ten commanding warriors who were either injured or dead. The West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army was still just as powerful and had many cards in their hands. How could The Desolate not feel despondent?

The battlefield gradually rested for a little while. Then, the Divine Palace coalition army sounded their drums once more and the troops regrouped, prepared to launch their final attack against the Desolate Man’s tribe in the north.

Tens of thousands of Desolate warriors were severely injured or dead. Despite to their strong bodies and will, the majority of them were gravely injured and could no longer fight. Their tribesmen watched Tang, who was kneeling on a single knee in the middle of the battlefield. They knew that the time for their extinction had finally come; their struggles over the millennium and their dreams were all about to vanish.

All was silent in the Wilderness. Then, someone led the masses through a song. The mournful tune floated in the air while rough voices echoed throughout the Wilderness.

“The sky turns cold; the earth becomes cold too. Goshawks daren’t look northward.”

“The Hot Sea ebbs; the Hot Sea rises. Snow wolves are being hunted by the Hot Sea.”

“Snow wolves are being chased; Snow wolves are dead. All day busy searching for deer.”

“Where to live; where to die. Where to bury white bones.”

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Min Mountain was grand; Min Mountain was majestic. Min Mountain was the real hometown.”

“Walk through the vast snow; step on the thick frost. All day looking southward.”

“Walk through the vast snow; step on the thick frost. No longer looking southward.”

“I go first, and you come after me.”

“I fight first, and you come after me.”

“I die first, and you come after me.”

“The homeward journey is near; the homeward journey is far. It’s on my way.”

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