The sky is falling, the smoke is gone, and Helan Mountain in Ma Le is missing.

The wild sky is a line, the green grass is boundless, and the light is extinguished by darkness.

The sentry rides like a shuttle, the bonfire flashes red and gold, and the long arrow freezes.

In the north wind, only flags are hunting.

Indiscriminate, disease is like a whirlwind rolling snow, where it goes, where it escapes.

Sweep the land into the city, sweep the space and shake the corners of the earth.

Genghis Khan, a tragic man, was brilliant and jealous, in exchange for the achievements of future generations.

Who is like wyndell dichinson in history?

Arbitrary: Do whatever you want. Wild and rhyming. Galloping on the battlefield

invincible

irresistible