The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 472 Very scary

Wuming jumped over and hugged Mengget:
"Finally I'm here. They didn't believe me before."

Wuming pulled Mongget and stood in front of the table:

"Let me introduce you to the King of Rodel, Monggot."

The horn people looked at Mongget's huge horns, which seemed to be blessed, and were in a trance, whispering to each other.

The first one who couldn't accept it was Andros. He looked at Mungert and slammed the table:

"Impossible! The people you brought with you are all sons of filth. How can you prove the will of the Golden Tree? How can such filth enter Rodel!"

Lance Shanks was unhappy when he heard this. He jumped onto Mungert's back and put his arms around his neck.
"Show me your great rune."

Mongert didn't quite understand the situation, but after hearing what Lance Shanks said, he did as he was told.

The enormous grace and blessing condensed into light, enveloping Mongget, forming a circle with a vertical line passing through the center of the circle.

The halo was somewhat similar to Messermo's flag, but without any additional symbols and was more simple.

The moment he saw the sign, Andros felt like he was not standing firmly and almost sat back down.

As a devout believer of the golden tree, he certainly knew the meaning behind the symbol.

The center of gravity ring is located on the main trunk, which represents two facts:

First, the filth in front of him is a member of the Golden Family, and second, he is indeed the King of Rodel.

Mongget retracted the light and no longer displayed the magic ring. Having just arrived, he didn't want to say much, but just observed his surroundings carefully.

He had only heard of this land but had never seen it. There was still a lot he needed to learn, so he chose to remain silent until he figured it out.

Wuming patted Monggot's big tail:
"Look, Marika's own sons are all evil - they are all horned people, but they can still become kings. Why can't the horned people and the golden tree tolerate each other?"

The Horned People stared at Mongget, and their originally firm will softened a little after hearing Wuming's words.

Wuming's nonsense turned out to be true, so the pie he had drawn before was naturally more credible. In Mungert, the Horned Man saw hope.

"Impossible... This can't be true." Andros murmured, "I don't accept it!"

Following Andros's roar, dust flew up in the Shadow City behind him and the ground began to tremble.

"Ashimi." Wuming shouted.

The replica teardrop immediately stretched out its hand in front of Wuming's eyes, and its palm expanded and turned into a telescope.

Wuming saw that many Messermo soldiers rushed over from Shadow City, holding swords in their hands.

Wuming looked to the other side and found that a large group of Horned People were also rushing over.

"Huh? What's going on?" Wuming said, "You guys also have Cloud Piercing Arrows? I didn't see you guys calling for help."

"We made too much noise," Patch said. "They probably thought it was the other side that was causing trouble, so they sent reinforcements."

"So it was a misunderstanding." Wuming suddenly realized, "Then just explain it clearly. Lance Shanks, you have a loud voice, so go ahead."

"Let me do it." Michaela took the initiative to say, "Don't worry, there won't be a fight."

Sure enough, although both armies were charging towards the battlefield, they slowed down at a certain stage, until they stopped completely not far away.

The holy light, accompanied by a pink aura, spread out from Michaela, covering the entire battlefield. The hostility and ferocity of both sides were wiped out for a moment, and when they came to their senses, they had stopped, and in a daze, they no longer tried to attack immediately.

"Great." Wuming gave Michaela a thumbs up.

"It's just a trick of God." Michaela said, "If I can't even affect a battlefield, I can't be your employee~"

Michaela looked at Marennia who was coming over from the crowd and said, "Look, my divine sister, can't she also change the climate of the entire Gaileid?"

Two Gods...

The Horned Man and the Black Knight looked at Michaela with a bit of numbness. This group of people who suddenly appeared were really not easy to deal with.

Michaela's statement, which was clearly praising Wuming, made both sides look at Wuming more cautiously.

But later on, the soldiers on both sides did not react so much. Although the conflict was stopped, both sides did not let down their guard due to the long battle.

The Horned People were more relaxed. The impact of Mungert's appearance was too great, and the Horned People could not help but start thinking about the future described by Wuming, so they temporarily suppressed the Horned People's offensive.

Messermo's soldiers still held their axes tightly, and the atmosphere became even more tense.

Because Andros did not suppress the soldiers' will to fight. He still did not completely surrender, and it became increasingly difficult to accept the existence of the nameless caravan, which was more filthy than the other.

"The Queen of Kalia, the Horned King Rodel..." Andros muttered, staring at Wuming.

"You did bring up a lot of powerful characters, but none of them are heroes of the Golden Tree, so I don't believe you. But the Horned Man does have the Great Rune, who is also the King of Rodel. Could it be... that you have teamed up with the traitors to destroy Rodel?"

"How can you be called a traitor? You are such a rude person." Wuming was not convinced, "Although Rodel does seem to have been destroyed by me."

Wuming's words shocked the Black Knight and the Messermo soldiers, who immediately clenched their weapons.

Even Messermo looked at Wuming in shock:

"Rodel was destroyed by you? You never told me about this?"

"Ah? Is this kind of thing worth talking about? I almost forgot about it." Wuming was at a loss, "It's not a big deal."

"It's not a big deal?" The red snake on Messermo's body widened its eyes.

Wuming said, "I'm trying my best to rebuild. Besides, I don't think it's all my fault. I think Lao Lu should take half the blame - a large part of it!"

As Wuming spoke, the Black Knights became more and more agitated. The Messermo soldiers, who had been missing their hometown for thousands of years, heard that their hometown was gone. Their eyes turned red, and they stared at Wuming, clenched their axes, and their bodies exuded blood.

The surging blood energy was almost about to disperse the golden light that Michaela had originally used to maintain tranquility.

A clanging sound was heard, as if some iron object was being dragged on the ground.

The fierceness of the Messermo soldiers suddenly stopped.

Although it had been a thousand years since they last heard the sound, it immediately evoked the soldiers' memories.

Everyone held their breath and stared in the direction where the sound came from.

Under the reflection of the holy light, a warrior with white beard and strong muscles walked out with an axe in hand.

The moment he walked out of the mirror, a violent storm was stirred up in the sky, and the dark blue cloak danced in the wind. The armor interwoven with silver, iron and gold collided with each other, making a sound of gold and iron interweaving.

Ge Fulei carried the great axe on his shoulder with one hand, looked around, looked past the dark army, admired the scenery of the Shadow Land, and smiled:
“Revisiting the old place makes me miss it so much.”

"Lao Lu, why are you here too?" Wuming greeted Ge Fulei.

"I opened the door, how could I not come?" said Graveley, "Besides, the border area has been so boring lately, I'm itching to do something."

Ge Fulei stared at Wuming with blazing eyes:

"Let's fight again someday. The winner hasn't been decided yet last time."

The Black Knights and the Messermo soldiers were somewhat numb. They felt that they could no longer understand the world.

Wuming also shrank his head:
"Forget it. Last time I beat Rodel to pieces. Your men and son just blamed me. It was obviously you who didn't use enough strength."

After hearing what Wuming said, Ge Fulei turned his head to look at the soldiers of Messermo and laughed:

"It's just a sparring match, don't take it too seriously."

Ge Fulei looked at the soldiers with a somewhat gentle expression:

"You have been fighting for thousands of years? You have worked so hard."

The soldiers' eyes suddenly turned red.

"Oh, Lao Lu, please say a few good words for me." Wuming said, "The generals on your side are unwilling to make concessions, so please support me."

"Then just support me." Ge Fulei didn't care.

He raised his axe high:

"If you are willing to listen to me, follow me and fight!"

Almost all the Messermo soldiers knelt on one knee and swore allegiance to Gefulei.

Among the kneeling soldiers, the Black Knights who were still standing stood out particularly.

Andros looked at Gefulei with complicated eyes. He noticed that the once bright golden light in Gefulei's eyes had now dimmed.

"King, you have faded?" said Andros.

"My wife told me to take it off, so I did." Ge Fulei smiled disapprovingly.

"Lady Marika has taken your blessing?" Andros was even more incredulous. "You... cheated?"

"Cheating?" Upon hearing this, Ge Fulei frowned and stared at Andros with fierce eyes, like a lion, ready to pounce and tear the other person to pieces at any time.

Ge Fulei looked at Andros seriously: "What does cheating mean?"

Patch replied, "You just fell in love with other women and got together with them."

Ge Fulei understood now and smiled:

"Why is Malika still looking for other women? Is there any woman more exciting than her?"

Andros was more and more shocked: "Then why did Queen Marika take away your blessing?"

"How should I know?" said Graveley. "I just do whatever my wife tells me to do. If she tells me to go out and fight, I go out and fight. If she tells me to come back, I come back. Why think so much? Just fight."

Andros took a deep breath and said, "Where is Lady Marika now?"

"I heard that the incident got so bad that he was locked up in the golden tree." Ge Fulei said, "Seroshu said he went to smooth things over and find a way to remove the thorns that refused, but I didn't care."

When Andros heard that what Wuming said was confirmed by Ge Fulei, he became completely upset. He felt mixed emotions and was speechless for a while.

Andros didn't say anything, but Ge Fulei wanted to say:
"I heard you don't listen to Wuming? He's not bad, you can listen to him."

Andros stood in front of the table, head lowered, staring at his sledgehammer, silent.

After a moment, Andros looked up:
"I'm sorry, King. We can only obey the will of God, not yours."

"That's right." Ge Fulei didn't make things difficult for Andros, "But Marica can't talk to you now. I can't even hear her."

Andros said: "Then we can only continue to uphold the Queen's previous laws."

"Malicus, can I talk to you?" Ge Fulei suddenly said.

Andros was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly:

"Lord Malicus' words should represent the will of the Queen and Lord Finger."

"We need to get the key from him to enter the Golden Tree," said Ge Fulei. "Just call him over and let him tell you. Let's go now."

With just a few words, Ge Fulei sent the Black Knights away. His words were plain, but left no room for doubt.

Andros also agreed with Gefulei's plan and stopped commenting. He ordered the Black Knights to retreat and no longer engage in a fighting posture.

Wuming was very happy. He had been alone before, with limited manpower and limited resources. Now that Michaela finally opened the door and brought so many people, Wuming had never felt so wealthy.

"You have too many cards in your hand." Wuming smiled happily and asked Michaela, "How did you call so many people?"

There are two demigods, two gods, and two kings. This lineup is unprecedentedly luxurious.

Mikaela looked at the Full Moon Queen, Lenara:

"The Full Moon Queen wants to see her sister."

Then he looked at Latan:

"Brother Latan wants to meet Senior Brother."

Looking at Marenia again:
"Sister, follow me."

Finally, Michaela looked at Mongert:
"Brother Mongert needs to keep an eye on the others. So everyone come in."

"Nefeli is coming too?" Wuming said.

"She has deep roots here," Mikaela said, "similar to the reason why the War King came here."

"Yes, everyone, you have also seen it--"

Wuming said this, looking towards the corner man, and was stunned.

The hornmen's eyes, which were originally fixed on Munggot, turned to Gefulei, with red light in their eyes.

Before Wuming could react, several horn men rushed towards Ge Fulei, their bodies swelled up and exploded on the spot.

Ge Fulei looked at the Horned Men rushing towards him, frowned, and slapped his hands. A storm arose, blowing back all the flesh and debris of the Horned Men's self-explosion.

When the two forces clashed, no one expected that the tables and chairs would be smashed on the spot. Fortunately, there were no weak people in the center, and they all withstood the impact of the confrontation.

"Eh?" Wuming was still a little slow to react. He was still immersed in the joy of having too many cards. He didn't expect that the corner man had exploded without saying a word.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one person left on the corner man's side, and that was the person who had been negotiating before.

"What happened?" Wuming wiped the blood off his helmet, "Wasn't it fine just now?"

"Ge Fulei, the man who destroyed our tribe's hopes." The Horned Man said in a deep voice, "You actually came back."

"Horned Man?" said Gefulei. "The battle with your king was very enjoyable."

The Horned Man took a deep breath, as if he was suppressing his anger. He looked at Wuming:

"You have proven your power. It seems that you are not lying. The Golden Tree and the Horned People can indeed coexist."

The Horned Man continued, "But as long as Ge Fulei and Messermo, the people who slaughtered our people, are still around, we will never forget the hatred."

The Horned Man turned and left: "See you on the battlefield."

"Ah?" Wuming was a little overwhelmed. He looked at Patch, "Why is this happening?"

"Don't ask me, I don't understand." Patch said, "But anyway, the talk is over, let's go."

Wuming looked at the horn man who had retreated, still not understanding the sudden change:
"It shouldn't be."

Wuming looked at Michaela: "Are you suppressing their revengeful feelings?"

Michaela said: "No, I just calmed them down at the beginning. I definitely didn't change their cognition or thinking."

Wuming looked at Ge Fulei again: "How deep is the hatred between you and the Horned Man?"

"It's not a big grudge." Ge Fulei was also a little confused, "I just killed their king."

"Is this matter... serious?" Wuming asked others.

"He killed the enemy's king." Ashimi stood next to Wuming, "It must be very serious."

Wuming tilted his head: "When I was the Hunting King, everyone said I was a hero." "That's because your hometown is abnormal." Ashmi said.

Mongget had just figured out the situation, and when he saw the hornman angrily leave the table because of Gefulei, he sighed:
"Father, I told you that you shouldn't have come."

Facing his mature son, Ge Fulei smiled awkwardly:
"I'm itching to do this."

Mongget said: "But because of your coming, the peace talks between Wuming and the Horned Man broke down."

"Oh." Ge Fulei was a little surprised and looked at Wuming, "You asked me to support you. So you wanted me to support you in negotiating with Jiaoren."

"You support me without knowing what it is?" Wuming felt increasingly confused.

"You have good judgment anyway," said Graveley. "I trust your judgment."

"Do you still support it now?" Wuming asked.

Ge Fulei asked: "Why did you think of talking to the Horned Man?"

"For peace!" Wuming clenched his fists.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell the truth," said Graveley.

"How do you know I'm not telling the truth?"

"Intuition," Graveley said. "It doesn't seem like your goal."

"Okay, I came here for the soup." Wuming poured a bowl of soup to Ge Fulei and handed it to him, "Would you like some?"

Ge Fulei reached out his hand, crossed the bowl, grabbed the pot and started drinking. The black soup flowed down his gray beard, and he drank all the scorpion soup in one gulp.

"It's great. The soup of the Horned People is still so strong." Godfrey let out a long sigh and laughed. "You have a good eye. This is indeed the treasure of the Horned People."

Wuming looked at the horn man walking away:
"My eyes told me something was wrong."

"It's not right." Michaela said, "The reaction of the horns is a bit too extreme."

"Shouldn't we be too aggressive when seeing our enemy?" Ashimi didn't quite understand. "Kill the king."

"If they want to be radical, then everyone should be radical," Michaela said. "The large group of Horned People is approaching. There are quite a few with good eyesight who can see clearly what's going on with Ge Fulei. But they don't actually react that strongly."

Michaela hooked her finger on her small lips:
"Besides, King Gefulei's battle was not an honorless battle. He fought fairly and defeated the opponent head-on. The Horned Man's hatred for Gefulei cannot be deeper than that for Brother Messermo."

Messermo said gloomily:
"I have taken on all the lamentations and curses. The Horned Man should no longer hate others."

Michaela hesitated for a moment and looked around:

"Is Ampah still here?"

Wuming said, "He left, saying that he had returned the favor. What's the matter? Do you have something to talk to him about?"

"Brother Wuming, you are looking to reduce bloodshed, so you need to communicate more." Michaela said, "Some people are looking for wounds and bloodshed. To this end, reducing communication between the two sides and deepening the hatred is undoubtedly the most convenient method."

Michaela's eyes sparkled with gold: "The so-called blood conspiracy..."

Leida suddenly realized: "The Blood Dynasty is interfering?"

She quickly stood up and looked for the Horned Man envoy who had come for the peace talks, but he had already disappeared.

"Then let's find a loudspeaker and shout it out?" Wuming said, "If the Blood Dynasty wants to create misunderstandings, let's clarify it first."

"It's not very useful." Michaela said, "The Horned People will not be willing to believe the enemy's propaganda. Under such unfavorable circumstances, there is only one result of the clash of public opinions: war breaks out again."

"I know the answer to this question!" Leida was very excited. "As long as Lady Michaela lets them experience tenderness, they will naturally stop fighting."

"I can indeed do it." Michaela looked at Wuming, "Do you want me to do this?"

"Forget it then." Wuming waved his hand.

"Why forget it?" Leida was very angry. "Don't you want to pursue peace? Lady Mikaela's route can guarantee peace."

"As expected." Michaela smiled, "Brother Wuming's pursuit is not peace."

"Not peace?" Most people present were stunned.

When they saw Wuming busying around, they all thought that Wuming was fighting for peace. Why did Michaela come up and say that Wuming was not pursuing peace?
Michaela said: "Peace is very simple. We can kill all dissidents like the Golden Tree, or make everyone gentle like the Holy Tree. Or we can increase our military strength. As long as we completely suppress the Horned People and slowly assimilate them, we can also achieve peace."

He glanced at the black cat on Latan's shoulder and smiled at Wuming: "But that's not stable enough, not strong enough, right?"

Michaela picked up the last bowl of scorpion soup and tasted it: "Even if the Golden Dynasty is given another 10,000 years, I'm afraid it won't be able to make a soup like this."

"Hey, this kid has a good memory." Wuming pointed at Michaela and praised him to Patch, "He remembered it after being beaten once. Better than that unlucky kid from the Seren family."

Ashimi still didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

Ge Fulei laughed, his eyes burning with anger:

"Accumulating scale will give birth to strong people, right?"

Wuming was a little surprised: "You still remember what we talked about when we first met."

"I can wait forever for your big pie - what you said, a warrior stronger than me." Ge Fulei said, and couldn't help laughing, revealing his ferocious lips and teeth, and all the muscles in his body were trembling.

"That's right." Wuming's eyes also burned, "Aren't you looking forward to it? When the Horned Man recovers from his super strength, he will be a warrior even more powerful than the former Horned Man King."

The two supremely powerful men instantly revealed an extraordinary fighting spirit, as if they were resonating with each other, shocking all around.

But Wuming's fighting spirit only lasted for a moment before he withdrew and said:
"But right now, the Horned People have no chance of recovery unless they take a few hundred years. Let's take it step by step. When the Horned People were at their peak, there were strong men who could rival Old Lu. But now, after more than a thousand years, the Horned People can't even get past Messermo. They don't have the resources to grow, and it's difficult for them to give birth to strong men. They can only rely on their life force and resilience to suppress the birth of other strong men. Messermo wasted a thousand years. This is not healthy competition."

"To grow with abandon and die with passion, that is the way to be honored." Messermo murmured, "The battle in Shadow Land was indeed too tragic."

Leida's eyes widened after hearing this:
"So you would rather raise the Horned Man and start a war again than be gentle with Mistress Mikaela?"

Wuming looked at Michaela: "Do you have any objection?"

"I have no objection." Michaela smiled, "I think what Brother Wuming said makes sense."

"No wonder the old man values ​​humans so much..." Lance Shanks muttered as he lay on Mongette's back.

"What did you say?" asked Mungot.

"Nothing." Lance Shanks said, "But the Horned People are preparing to start a war again. If they keep wasting time like this, they won't be able to grow."

"Let's go back first. We can't find anyone who can make decisions among the Horned People now. The Blood Dynasty is too good at hiding and running away." Wuming stared into the distance, but couldn't find the huge vengeful soul of the old Horned Woman. "Life is always eager to grow. If we are sincere enough, the Horned People will definitely be able to convince us. They must also be eager for the glorious era to come back, right?"

The ring finger points to Shadow City:
"Let's go home first and welcome the guests!"

Michaela brought a large group of people, even the War King Gefulei, the national idol of the Golden Tree. Almost everyone was in high spirits, temporarily putting aside their previous hostility and trivial matters, and partying in Shadow City.

They were not even too worried about the Horned Man launching a surprise attack. After all, with the War King present, no one would care about the Horned Man's surprise attack. Many soldiers even hoped that the Horned Man would attack them immediately so that they could fight side by side with the War King again.

The return of Ge Fulei made the soldiers, who had long been numb, recall the honor and glory of the battle.

The nameless caravan brought a lot of specialties from the border areas, and with the rogue chefs and others coming over, the taste of home was wafting through Shadow City and the Vault, conveying a happy atmosphere.

Everyone in the caravan was very happy to see Wuming was safe and sound again. The Patch squad, which had been alone in the deep Shadow Land, also felt relieved of their discomfort in the unfamiliar environment and the slight tension that had always been difficult to eliminate when they saw the large army.

In the cheerful atmosphere, in the room where Kureda and others were kept, Leida called Dane and Moore, and said seriously: "Time is running out, let's kill Wuming."

"Again?" Moore sat on the bed holding a jar and looked at Leida with some sadness.

"Leave it alone, Leida. Mistress Michaela is back, and you should rest. Stop fighting and killing all the time."

Moore stammered, "And you always say you're going to kill Wuming, but you never do it once."

"That's because I'm still observing Wuming's purpose and nature, and this time, he finally showed it." Leida said, "It was because of Lady Michaela's arrival that I realized that Wuming is a dangerous man. He has made Lady Michaela give up her former gentleness."

Leida said: "There is a war about to happen, and it is a war led by conspiracy, but Lady Michaela does not stop it. Is she still Lady Michaela?!"

Moore poked his finger: "But wasn't the Ionian War instigated by Lady Michaela..."

"That is a necessary sacrifice, just like we are going to kill Wuming now." Leida said righteously, "For the ideals of Lady Michaela, for that gentle world, even if I have to launch the Black Blade Night like the Moon Princess and cause a shattering war, I will not refuse."

Leida drew the sword from her waist:

"Come with me to challenge Wuming. He has the power of a king, and I can't do it alone."

Just as Leida was about to rush out of the room, she saw Dan standing silently at the door, blocking the exit.

Dane was wearing an old robe, which was slightly lowered, and the brim of his large hat hid his face.

"What do you mean, Dane?" Leida frowned, "Did you betray Lady Michaela as well? You should be the most loyal one."

Dann's bandaged fists slowly emerged from his cloak, and then they unfolded, revealing a necklace.

It was a necklace in the shape of a fallen leaf. It looked like an amulet, but it was actually a holy mark.

The holy mark of the Fallen Leaf sect is a symbol of serving Michaela.

"Are you trying to say that you didn't betray Lady Michaela?" Leida guessed what Dann meant.

Then his fists changed rapidly, forming complicated combinations.

Moore looked at Dane's gesture and said:

"Dan said he was a deciduous."

"Of course I know he's a Fallen Leaf, Fallen Leaf Dane," said Leida, "but what do you want to say?"

Dann's hands changed rapidly again.

Moore said: "He said...the Fallen Leaf School, in the falling of the leaves of the Golden Tree, saw the decline of the Golden Tree, and therefore prepared for a future in which the Law would waver."

"I know." Leida said, "So Dann served the new god, Lord Mikaela, and now, just as the Fallen Leaves predicted, the Golden Law is shaken, and the world is waiting for new laws. The Fallen Leaves have deep faith, and they have reached the pinnacle of martial arts and morality through hard work. I believe in his loyalty."

Dane gestured again.

Moore said: "On the other hand, the Fallen Leaf Cult is the earliest clergy to prepare for the battle against the new god."

Dann nodded, motioned to his own Falling Leaf Slapping Saint Seal, and patted it.

"Wait." Leida understood what she heard belatedly, and her face began to twitch. "You are not... preparing for a new era and new gods again, are you?"

Dann took the Fallen Leaf Holy Seal back into his arms, then gave Leida two thumbs up with both hands.

"You traitorous bastard!" Leida roared and rushed towards Dann, slashing him with a sword.

Dann did not dodge or evade, but took the sword head-on. His muscles forced Leida's sword to his shoulders, and then he punched out, knocking Leida into the opposite wall.

Without waiting for Leida to get up, he flew over, pressed his knee on Leida's back, and locked her with his hands behind her back.

No matter how hard Leida struggled, she couldn't break free and shed tears of humiliation.

The holy light illuminated the room, and Michaela walked into the room and looked at Dan and Leida with a smile.

"Lady Michaela..." Moore stood up quickly.

Dan also let go of Leida and saluted Michaela.

"Lady Michaela..." Due to the long-term burden and the tears just now, the blood vessels in Leida's eyes ruptured and blood flowed out.

Michaela helped Leida up, wiped away her tears and blood, and as her fingers stroked her, the wounds in her eyes disappeared.

"Don't worry." Michaela comforted Leida, with purple energy flowing out of her hands. "You are too tired. It's time to rest."

"But Dann defected. He actually thought that your time had passed and that it was time to welcome a new god..." Leida murmured, her eyelids began to twitch, but she did not succumb to Michaela's hypnosis and continued to chant, "That unknown warrior, is he going to start a new law and a new era? Will he not choose you?"

"Don't worry, Wuming's route is just as tolerant and gentle. His choice will definitely surprise you." Michaela said, "After you wake up, observe carefully with your own eyes."

The tough Leida showed rare fragility and confusion in her extreme sleepiness:
"Will he tolerate weaklings like us?"

"Yes, I will," Michaela said.

When Leida heard what Michaela said, she closed her eyes.

He suddenly opened his eyes a little and said indistinctly:

"But isn't he going to start a war?"

Michaela was a little helpless and lost her temper:

"Even Hullie is not that patient."

Leida continued to murmur incoherently:

"I can't sleep. I want to watch them, watch them endlessly... forever... I want to help Lady Michaela realize her ideal. This is my mission..."

"Oh..." Michaela sighed, leaned down, and pressed her lips against Leida's.

Leida suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Michaela.

"Ah, it turns out I was already in a dream—" Leida said this and then fainted completely.

Michaela stood up and wiped her lips:
"She's too nervous. She'll be much better after she wakes up."

Michaela noticed that Dan and Moore were both staring at her, and she put her hands on her hips and pouted:
"Why? You won't let me use charm, so this is the only way."

Michaela left the room, waving to Moore and Dane:

"You guys should be careful too. Without the charm suppression, Leida might attack you. Leida's nature is very bloody. Suppress her."

Moore was a little worried. He walked to the unconscious Leida, wiped her nosebleed, and carried her to the bed:
"Ms. Michaela, why don't you let Leida sleep a little longer? It would be better to let her wake up after everything is settled, right?"

“But we need this blood,” Michaela said. “Bloodshed is coming.”

In a secret cave far away from the battlefield of the Horned People, there was a pool of blood. The Horned People who were originally negotiating walked out of the pool of blood.

After walking out of the pool of blood, he went deeper into a few corners, where the old woman of the horn man was waiting.

"What are the other party's conditions for peace talks?" said the old woman.

The horn man who walked out of the pool of blood said:

"The other party's bottom line is that they can give up the Tower of God, but they need half of the land, and entry and exit of the tower must be reviewed by the Golden Tree. In short, they will not allow the Horned People to obtain a new god."

"Give us back the tower we use to reach the gods, but don't allow us to descend?" said the old horned woman.

"Deep down, they still have the arrogance of invaders." The horned man began to wear the noble clothing of the Blood Dynasty, "and fear, fear of being picked up by the invaders. After all, how could they really be willing to rely on you for salvation? They don't even have horns on their heads. Those who are not of my race must have different hearts."

The blood nobles dressed neatly and said:
“There is only one way to achieve true peace, and that is to become as strong as your enemy, or even stronger.”

The old horned woman looked up and looked at the guardian spirit she had joined in the void.

She was silent for a long time, then said:

"That's it, let's continue with the original method."

The old Horned Woman said in a sad voice: "My tribe needs a god to bring salvation and restore glory, even if that god... is not my tribe's god."

(End of this chapter)