Chapter 1610: Ishbara Khagan, Grieving and Indignant! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Each of Wang Chong's words carried such force that they were on the verge of breaching through the paper, and their contents were just as shocking.

A cinnabar seal had been placed at the end of the letter, but it was not the seal of the Great Tang. It was the seal of the King of Foreign Lands.

The Turkic soldier who had delivered the letter could not tell the difference between the seal of the Son of Heaven and the seal of a King, so he had taken Wang Chong's letter to be a state letter from the Great Tang.

But this was far from what had infuriated Ishbara Khagan.

”This Wang Chong has gone crazy! I think the Great Tang has gone crazy as well! If they want war, I'll give them war!”

Ishbara Khagan could not contain his rage. A gentleman could not be humiliated. This was something taught in the schools of the Confucian Sect, and even the shepherds on the steppe knew about such things. And if a gentleman could not be humiliated, a sovereign certainly could not! The flames of rage burned within Ishbara Khagan's heart.

This King of Foreign Lands was far too impudent!

What did it mean that within three days he would be hunting on Mount Sanmi? Mount Sanmi was the Khagan's mountain, the mountain of the Son of Heaven, equivalent to the Great Tang Imperial Palace. This was not a simple threat, but outright humiliation! Did he really think that the Western Turkic Khaganate was some puny kingdom?

This bastard needed to pay a price for his recklessness!

”Pass on my order! All tribes are to immediately mobilize their soldiers and gather on the border. Let's see if we will go hunting in the capital of the Great Tang or if he will come to hunt on my Mount Sanmi!”

Ishbara Khagan's eyes bulged and his body trembled.

”Yes, Khagan!”

A guard in the tent immediately turned to leave. It seemed like the war between the Great Tang and the Western Turks was about to restart, but then suddenly—

”Khagan, no!!”

A figure quickly walked out from the back.

”I accept no advice otherwise. Those who defy this will be… Shaman?!”

Just when he was about to say 'executed', Ishbara Khagan saw who had spoken, and his body shivered, his mind growing clear.

The one who had dared to stop him in the midst of his rage was none other than the man with the most unique status and immense prestige within the Western Turkic Khaganate, the Blackwater Shaman.

Amongst the Western Turks, only this man could communicate with the gods and predict the future, and only he could make Ishbara Khagan calm down.

”State Teacher, at a time like this! The Great Tang has already humiliated the Western Turks in such a way, and you still want to persuade me?”

Ishbara Khagan's chest was heaving, his rage difficult to suppress.

”Khagan must not decide based on emotion! Please look carefully at the letter. I am not preventing Khagan from mobilizing the army, but if Khagan truly does this, not only will it be of no benefit, we might fall into the trap of the King of Foreign Lands!”

The Blackwater Shaman sighed and shook his head.

Ishbara Khagan was dumbstruck, his brow furrowing in confusion.

”Haaa, Khagan only needs to look at them to understand,” the Blackwater Shaman said.

Ishbara Khagan still had doubt in his mind, but as he followed the Blackwater Shaman's gaze, he saw that all his nobles and generals in the tent were ghastly pale.

”Has Khagan forgotten about the one million elite cavalry the Arabian Empire lost in battle?!” the Blackwater Shaman reminded.

Bang!

Ishbara Khagan trembled in shock and understanding, and his face turned pale as well.

”Between the Western Turks and Arabia, which has the larger territory, the stronger soldiers, the more numerous warhorses, the finer weapons? What we are facing is not some ordinary Tang general, but a War God who has defeated Mengshe Zhao, Ü-Tsang, Arabia, and the kingdoms of the Western Regions! Has Khagan not realized that despite this excellent chance, neither Mengshe Zhao, Ü-Tsang, nor even our neighbors the Eastern Turkic Khaganate and Goguryeo have said a word?”

Seeing that Ishbara Khagan had understood, the Blackwater Shaman sighed.

Ishbara Khagan's face was alternating between shades of green and white. There was no need for more explanation from the Blackwater Shaman. The fearful faces of his generals and nobles had told him enough.

In the countries around the Great Tang, the name 'King of Foreign Lands' was a nightmare that no one could escape!