"Crash!"
Inside a large tent at the Barbarian Tribe Army's camp.
A porcelain teacup filled with hot water shattered, scalding water splashing and steam billowing!
"Wushu Lang, Nalan Qing, I entrusted you with tens of thousands of troops, dozens of Intermediate Shamans, and a High-Rank Shaman.
"Yet you suffered such a crushing defeat. Do you remember what you promised me before you left?"
When Wushu Lang and Nalan Qing, the commanders who had led the army against Blackwater City,
brought news of the defeat at the front and the near-total annihilation of the Barbarian Tribe's Shamans
back to this Barbarian Tribe headquarters deep within the Northern Plains Forest,
the Sixth Prince finally flew into a rage. His handsome, fair cheeks flushed red, and his eyes seemed ready to spew flames of fury.
Kneeling on one knee before him, Wushu Lang and Nalan Qing kept their heads lowered.
They let the prince's wrath pour over them, not daring to utter a word, their hearts filled with shame.
After venting his fury for a while, the Sixth Prince finally began to calm down.
He settled back into the large hide-covered chair, closed his eyes slightly, and drew a deep breath.
"Tell me, why did you lose?
"With the forces at your disposal, never mind fighting the Blackwater Army-even if reinforcements from Xuan Prefecture Garrison had arrived,
"you could have withdrawn at leisure. You should never have suffered such a disastrous defeat."
At this, Wushu Lang and Nalan Qing exchanged a glance.
In the end, they could only recount everything that had happened in the battle, leaving nothing out.
By the time he finished, Wushu Lang could not help gritting his teeth.
"Your Highness, we were so close to breaching Blackwater City.
"That Great Li warrior was simply too cunning. He launched a