"Then, the descendants of future generations, after you, your bloodline will be honored! Your descendants will be prosperous because of this!"
The Wolf King’s voice was filled with grandeur and allure, abruptly spreading his arms wide:
"The world will sing of your nas!"
"If possible!"
"Found a nation in your own na!"
"Just like Tu Yu!"
These words were fitting for the present—founding a nation, elevating one’s lineage, passing it on through generations. Such words, spoken by the most revered among them, the Wolf King, carried an incredible allure on this land of the Western Regions, full of slavery, strife, and legend.
Ultimately, it transford into the final fla inflaming the ambition in the hearts of n.
The Wolf King waved his arm, and said: "Open the gates of [Hongxia City]!"
Xiao Wuliang watched the back of the Wolf King, wielding his weapon, struck heavily on those gates. The warriors inside the city activated the Mo Family chanism, pulling thick ropes, and the gates, several layers deep, slowly opened.
This iron-blood Heroic Pass, which had blocked the Western Regions coalition for months, finally opened, directly giving way to the last capital of the Dangxiang.
The Wolf King rode his warhorse, his back straight, smiling calmly and resolutely, said:
"Gentlen, go forth."
"I will celebrate the new king with the city’s treasury."
"The kingship is contested with swords."
The coalition forces of the Western Regions moved out, their leading generals spurred their horses, rushing forward, suddenly saying: "You, you’re just trying to provoke us. We are all the trusted aides and blood relatives of the different tribes’ Khans and kings, how could we be swayed by a few words from you?!"
"Today, I lead the army to kill you!"
He led the army, spurred forward, attacking the solitary, old Wolf King who had ventured out front, leaving the battle formation. The blade, full of murderous intent, turned into a domineering cold gleam, slashing toward the forehead of the Wolf King, yet the old Wolf King neither avoided nor moved.
The blade carried an overwhelming force, making the white hair of Chen Fubi flutter back, but before the general’s blade could land, several strands of Sword Qi and spear lights erupted, piercing directly through the back of the general.
The fierce general spewed blood, heavily falling down.
Even in death, he could not believe, the attack that killed him ca from behind.
The Wolf King sat on the Divine Steed.
Letting the blood from the dying general spray and fall on his armor, towering and unmoved, so the thousands of troops and horses galloped, swiftly passing by the Wolf King’s sides, banners fiercely fluttering, beneath which were valorous generals with blood in their eyes.
Ambition, desire.
Thousands of troops and horses passed by.
The Wolf King looked at the general lying on the ground, still unwilling, the general died with eyes wide open, staring intently, the Wolf King calmly muttered: "It’s a pity, did you not see the longing for the throne in those generals’ eyes?"
"They know so will die, but they’re also thinking."
"Why am I not the one to ultimately succeed?"
From that mont on, your opponent is not , but this human heart, this ambition, why stop before the people of this world!
Wolf King Chen Fubi urged the horse with hooves as large as bowls.
Casually continuing forward, trampling the general’s head into a puddle of blood and mud.
"A hero’s longing burns in the chest, eyes on the throne, beauties, then the fire reflected in the eyes."
"This is the root of the chaotic tis."
"Loyalty, in such a chaotic world, how could a king believe in it?"
Loyalty of ministers has no good end.
The towering warhorse, gray as hard as mountains, slowly turned around, hooves still treading on bloody flesh, the Wolf King with white hair and white beard, a towering figure clad in dark armor, draped in a dark cloak, its train trailing down, resting on the horse’s back.
His chin was firm, cold, the whole person like an aging, one that might die at any mont, more like a chunk of stone frosted in winter, a stone not of this age, long should have shattered away.
The army marched through Hongxia City.
The Wolf King set off on his steed across the battlefield.
"Li Wanli, oh Li Wanli."
"Our era has been gone too long, so long that the people do not know why you are called Taiping Duke."
"And I, am called [Wolf King]."
Wolf, never a beast fighting lions and tigers head-on.
That day, Wolf King Chen Fubi, with the promise [King], opened Hongxia City, and the coalition passed through, advancing hundreds of miles, generals contended, none trusted another, each led their troops, rushing in different directions.
The coalition split into thirty-three groups, the largest with tens of thousands, the smallest with thousands.
Choosing a direction to attack the Dangxiang.
The remaining towns and cities of the Dangxiang Kingdom all held firm, saying they were aided by various Western Regions tribes, speaking earnestly, the Dangxiang believed and opened their doors, and the Western Regions generals led their troops into their towns and cities.
At first, they only hoped to obtain military food; later, when they could not find food, they demanded gold and silver, the Western Regions generals looted repeatedly, ultimately discovering that if they were slow, even military food could not be gathered.
So they began to get anxious.
Thus the competition arose.
They drew weapons, ransacking grain, supplies, killing indiscriminately the weak, regardless of good or evil, plundering gold, silver, property, food, fearing to fall behind others, hence striving at their utmost.
For their own interests, for their own ambition.
Their ruthless ans, surpassed even the Wolf King.
The Wolf King sat in Hongxia City, watching the world’s chaos, fifty thousand troops, without a trace of loss, still maintaining the montum of a peak battle, his plight resolved, sitting in the fishing tower of Hongxia City, using the great desert of the Western Regions as the sea.
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