"This is a lesson for the Mulanese, a deeply painful lesson that I'll make sure they remember," said Liu, smiling faintly even as intense killing intent flickered in his eyes.
"Monks' doctrines should cherish life, but this time even I can't help but agree with your decision," nodded the Andulan elder, "I'll go get started on what needs to be done. You do as you see fit."
"Pass my order to the four armies. Before the sword truce ends in ten days, every Beamon warrior must return with at least thirty noses! No less than thirty," Liu turned his head and roared at the Griffin cavalry stationed on the training ground, his voice strained, "If anyone fails the task, let them cut off their own noses and bring them back!"
This bloody roar echoed relentlessly above the training ground, causing Caliph Abdullah and a host of captives to turn pale with fear, even Princess Nancy, who had been cursing loudly, froze in shock.