High upon the vast, desolate plateau, a group of ragged Tubo slaves snatched up weapons and charged at the nobles who had long oppressed them. Under the watchful gaze of Murong Fu, a bloody massacre unfolded.
Dozens of Tubo nobles fell beneath the hands of their former slaves. It was not enough for the slaves to have killed the masters who had enslaved them; they continued to hack and slash, venting the long-repressed fury in their hearts until all that remained on the ground was a pool of gore.
Only when hundreds of slaves grew exhausted from the slaughter did they stop. They dropped their weapons and gazed at the carnage, eyes filled with horror, and as the scent of blood drifted on the wind, they began to retch uncontrollably. They continued until they could heave no more, until they were vomiting nothing but bile.
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