Chapter 879: Chapter 881: Old Man, Pay Up
The war resud, and the Luo Ze Empire shifted from offense to defense.
Due to the ergence of special subhuman troops and changes in the beastman army’s tactics, Luo Ze Empire lost several cities in succession.
Fortunately, the lost cities were mostly located on the empire’s periphery.
After the setback in autumn, Luo Ze Empire relocated most civilians from border areas to the inland, keeping the vast majority of civilians safe and temporarily out of the war’s grasp.
Initially, due to morale, military strength, and other factors, Luo Ze Empire faced defeats after defeats, but once the king decided to publicly reveal the prophecy’s translation, Luo Ze soldiers rekindled their fighting spirit.
They could no longer afford another loss, for if they lost again, the beastn would advance deeper into the nation’s heartland.
They didn’t know what brutal acts the bloodthirsty beastn might commit on their land.
Then, countless people would surely die under the beastn’s butcher knives.
Hatred for the beastn gradually overshadowed the soldiers’ fear of war. Under General Luo Ze’s command, they united once more, bursting forth with unprecedented strength.
Luo Ze Empire, being the main battlefield, had the geographic advantage familiar to its soldiers.
Additionally, with the entire country united, the resource allocation seed much faster than before…
It wasn’t long after the war restarted that Luo Ze Empire gradually found so ways to cope with the beastman assaults, and the war began to move towards a stalemate.
No one knew when this war would end.
If people from both nations believed the translation was real, believing that different races would fight to the death, true peace would be unattainable.
To Mr. Qilom, history seed to be replaying itself.
About three hundred years ago, humans treated various subhuman races in the sa way.
After the Dark Age ended, humans and various subhuman races, who had once fought on the sa front, soon turned against each other.
Several kingdoms began to expel and massacre various subhuman races, ultimately leading to the widespread distribution of subhuman races in human countries, or their influx into the Ocean Duchy and Dragon God Evaluation Country, or the establishnt of Wansheng Country at the continent’s west end.
Despite going through nurous records, Mr. Qilom couldn’t find out how that past war finally ended.
Many countries coincidentally erased this segnt of history from their respective national records.
The truth of that war might only be known by one person now.
Elves can live a long ti.
The Pri Minister of Wansheng Country, now the Governor of Wansheng Republic, Ming Dalak, personally participated in the founding battle of Wansheng Country.
There are rumors that thanks to Ming Dalak, human nations realized their mistakes and eventually ceased their persecution of subhumans.
From this point alone, Ming Dalak should be soone who venerates peace and will do everything possible to push the two countries towards peace…
But in the end, he chose war.
Perhaps over the long years, he saw no change in humans, ultimately abandoning the idea of peace and deciding to fight humans to the end.
Thus, he revealed the pages’ translation to the beastn.
Understanding others’ thoughts is inherently difficult, especially when faced with an elf nearly a thousand years old.
Mr. Qilom couldn’t discern whether Ming Dalak’s actions were a strategy to achieve his goals or a serious move.
If it’s the forr, there’s still room for negotiation, but if it’s the latter, then peace factions led by Mr. Qilom don’t know what to do to restore peace between the two countries.
They do not want to see rivers of blood from both sides or one side’s annihilation.
If not for the Demon King’s descent as this black swan event, there might still be ti to find a solution….
But….. next year is the ti of the Demon King’s descent.
The people of this world are still fighting each other, how ironic.
The story of the Demon King and Hero is recorded quite vaguely, but it seems every ti, it concludes with the Hero’s complete victory.
Many senior officials in Luo Ze Empire believe that this Demon King’s invasion will surely end with the Demon King’s defeat, no need to make a fuss.
What arrogance, and how irresponsible.
They’re even using the Hero for such foolish tasks, wasting the Hero’s precious developnt ti.
In so aspects, those people are beyond help, trapped in the war against the subhumans, unable to extricate themselves.
They think dealing with subhumans is more important than dealing with the Demon King.
Have they never thought, if the Demon King shows his true strength from the start, how many will die then?
What does it take to make these two hostile countries put aside their grudges and unite to confront the Demon King?
Should the event of the Demon King’s descent be disclosed to Ming Dalak?
Would his reaction to receiving this news be belief or dismissal, thinking humans are tricking him…
Every ti he thought of this question, Mr. Qilom would be utterly vexed.
Constantly troubled by these worries, everything he made seed no longer as tasty as before.
To outsiders, he could only claim that he had hit a bottleneck.
Sitting in the sealed restaurant, Mr. Qilom vented his frustration by smashing kitchenware and randomly tossing ingredients.
Other mbers of the peace faction proposed a few plans, but none were satisfactory.
Mr. Qilom grew increasingly irritable.
Today, as usual, he was smashing things in the kitchen, venting his emotions.
Yet, he didn’t expect a “distinguished guest” to arrive.
“Mr. Qilom.” The secretary politely knocked on the kitchen door.
“What do you want! I’ve said not to disturb without reason!” Mr. Qilom stopped his actions, his sunken eyes filled with anger.
The secretary calmly said, “There’s soone outside who wants to see you, a familiar face, the man we once t at the All Things Library.
You instructed that if this man cos, we should disturb you regardless of what you’re doing.”
Hearing this, Mr. Qilom quickly realized who the visitor was:
“Let him in, let talk to him alone. Go prepare!”
“Yes.”
Responding, the secretary led Yang Yu and his group to Mr. Qilom’s spacious dining area.
A year and a half had passed, the once-boy now stood taller, yet Mr. Qilom recognized him at once from the smile on Yang Yu’s face:
“Kid, it’s been over a year. Have you found any novel foods while strategizing through the Underground Maze?
Planning to fleece with those novel foods, aren’t you?”
Yang Yu laughed, “How can this be called fleecing? It’s a willingly agreed trade, how can it be called fleecing?”
Mr. Qilom snorted coldly, “Still the sa as before, only good with words. Let see what you’ve brought!”
Yang Yu made a gesture for money, exuding an air of profit-driven motives from head to toe:
“This ti I’ve brought quite a bit of good stuff to honor you, old man, so prepare for a big spend.
Moreover, there’s the agreent we sealed before, it’s been over a year, isn’t it ti you fulfilled it once?”
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