It was heard that another three thousand people have died, causing Mr. Wuliu's complexion to change. You must understand, these three thousand people perished within just two hours.
During this period, it is unknown how many times three thousand people have died or been injured.
Buried in the mountains are all lives.
Mr. Wuliu turned to look at Prince Pingbian, who stood at the entrance of the tent gazing at the distant mountains, his eyes showing a trace of seriousness. Mr. Wuliu's throat tightened, and his voice was a bit hoarse, "Prince, those are all our brothers' lives, now already two hundred thousand brothers have been lost."
Prince Pingbian's form remained as steadfast as a mountain, silently observing the distance, his broad shoulders seemingly capable of bearing the entire sky, "All this is worth it! The value of the Tripod Cauldron, don't you understand? Even if a million troops were to be put in, it would be worth it."
