Rouran's Crown Prince was hit by an arrow, fell off his horse, and the startled horse whinnied and ran away wildly. He cursed, looked back, saw that the Seventh Prince of the Northern Desert and the Xiongnu General could hold them off a bit, broke the arrow in his body, and not daring to waste a moment, he frantically ran towards the direction of the camp.
Faster, faster!
Almost there!
He passed by the corpse of the Third Prince of Rouran and did not spare a glance at his good third brother, instead desperately running forward.
The sound of hooves behind him grew closer and closer. He dared not look back, but couldn't help taking a glance, and that glance made his heart shatter, his face filled with horror.
General Zhentian sat atop a tall horse, and hanging from that horse were two heads; who else could they be but the Seventh Prince of the Northern Desert and the Xiongnu General?
