"Taotie, do you really want to attack the Xiongnu royal court like this? We only have 3,000 people. Do you really have no backup plan? Don't you have people like Dunruo anymore? Have you instigated one or two Xiongnu tribes to support us..."
Misui, whose arms were below his knees, could not believe it.
In the distance, Langjuxu Mountain is clearly visible. The majestic mountain range is surrounded by white clouds and the top of the mountain is covered with snow.
The sacred mountain of the Huns was just around the corner, and they would launch a charge after a quarter of an hour of rest. Mi Sui, who had been full of confidence in Grayson Ying all the way, could no longer remain calm when he reached the finish line.
Are there really 3,000 people attacking the Xiongnu royal court? Crazy!
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