It was the smallest palace that Yan Li had ever seen. It looked about the same size as the Zichen Hall of the Sacred World Palace.
Aguba was also the Desolate Man that Yan Li had seen that looked the least like a Desolate Man.
He was the guest he was entertaining.
Everyone's first impression of the bloodthirsty and brutal King of the Desolate Men was that of a huge demon. Yan Li was no exception. However, Aguba was at most eight feet tall. Even the shortest among the Desolate Men was taller than him.
He did not look ferocious, nor did he look like he was violent. He was a person that would not stand out in a crowd.
Indeed, he looked like a human, not the King of the Desolate Men.
There was only one guest in the palace. He was sitting at the head of the table, covered in a black robe. Yan Li could only tell from his body shape that he was a human.
Aguba was sitting on the throne. There was a table that reached his chest in front of him. There was a large plate of meat on it. It was the leg of an unknown animal. It had been skinned and might have been roasted, but it was only slightly cooked. It was covered in sticky blood.
He used a knife to cut a piece of meat, grabbed it with his hand, and put it in his mouth to chew. He looked like he was enjoying it. He did not raise his head when he heard Sun Gu's words. He waited until the food in his mouth was completely chewed and swallowed before he said, "Really? Who would be so bold?"
Yan Li thought of Lianhai Changjin. Like Aguba, he would never speak when there was food in his mouth. This was a very rude behavior.
Sun Gu said, "Before I tell you his secret, I would like to get a promise from the King of the Desolate Men."
"That depends on whether the secret is equal to your wish," Aguba said.
Yan Li suddenly realized that Aguba's common language was more standard and fluent than Azhari's. His words were more profound, and his expressions were clearer. Moreover, he was calm and indecipherable. If one were to listen to him with their eyes closed, they would think that he was some high-ranking noble in the capital.
Sun Gu said, "I hope that the King can set me free!"
"Tell me the secret first," Aguba said.
Sun Gu hesitated. Finally, he gritted his teeth and pointed at Yan Li. "It's him. His name is Yan Li. He's the murderer who killed your brother. He's also the Young Master of Yanshan Robber. He sneaked into the slave camp to assassinate you during the Flame Worship Festival!"
Yan Li's gaze descended onto Sun Gu. At this moment, he completely understood where the terror, hesitation, and uneasiness in Sun Gu's heart came from.
There were many things in this world that were hard to forgive, and betrayal was one of the most hateful.
But at this moment, Yan Li only felt sorrowful. Sorrowful because before he had time to trust Zhou Shen, Zhou Shen had already died for him; before he had time to distrust Sun Gu, Sun Gu had already betrayed him.
If it were you, would you be disappointed or relieved? Sadness or anger?
Once there were too many emotions, there would be no emotions.
Hearing the two words "Yan Li", Aguba slowly put the knife aside and raised his head to look at Sun Gu.
In Yan Li's eyes, that knife was barely a tableware. Only a well-educated son of an aristocratic family could do such a thing. It couldn't be faked no matter how hard he tried.
Now that he was in a life and death situation, he suddenly thought of something that had nothing to do with life and death. The situation was exactly the same as when he rescued Ji Zhiyuan.
There was an unproven phenomenon that people would be more clear-headed in a life and death situation than usual. It was easier for them to think of things that they usually didn't think of, or things that they usually thought of but couldn't detect.
"You're free." Aguba smiled slightly.
Sun Gu's eyes widened. After confirming that he hadn't misheard, he couldn't help but say excitedly, "Thank you, Your Majesty!" He stood up and madly ran out of the palace. As he ran, he couldn't suppress his excitement. "I'm free, I'm free, I'm free, I can go home …"
He ran out of the palace, crying and laughing at the same time. But he didn't go far before his voice came to an abrupt end. It was forever silent.
Yan Li said coldly, "Since you won't let him go, why give him unrealistic hope?"
Aguba looked at Yan Li and said with interest, "He betrayed you, but you spoke up for him. Could it be that I'm wrong? That bandits are good people in the Xia Kingdom?"
Yan Li said, "I only know that this is the Lava Tribe. Without your orders, a human who runs out will only be treated as a runaway slave."
Aguba said, "Escaping is much more likely than staying here. Why don't you give it a try?"
"Here, I only need to face you. If I escape, I'll have to face the entire Desolate Man tribe," Yan Li said.
"Boring." Aguba suddenly lost interest. His body suddenly shook, and an abundant force surged towards Yan Li like rolling thunder.
At the same time, the man in the black robe also attacked. He didn't seem to move, but a blade of light shot out.
Yan Li had already taken out the Leaving Cliff to block Aguba's attack and escape. He didn't expect the two shameless people to attack him from both sides. He instinctively felt that Aguba was the bigger threat, so he had no choice but to take the blow head-on.
Bam!
He was sent flying far away in a parabola. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air. The injuries that he had painstakingly recovered worsened in an instant, becoming even more serious than before.
He had suffered a two-pronged attack. It was much more powerful than Cangyang's attack.
He already had two strange forces in his body, and now there were two more. He should have fainted, but a shocking fact barely kept him conscious.
He looked at Abagua in shock. Although his opponent's attack looked like boldness, it was actually Genuine Qi.
Aguba had used genuine Qi that looked like boldness.
Aguba didn't know that Yan Li was shocked. He looked at the man in the black robe in surprise and said unhappily, "Do you think I can't kill him?"
The man in the black robe reminded him in a deep voice, "Hide your sword."
Aguba was startled. Then he realized that the man was trying to stop him.
He suddenly looked at Yan Li and saw that the latter was really shocked. He smiled and said, "I was going to keep you alive to show off during the Fire Worship Festival, but now I have to send you on your way."
"Oh!" He suddenly thought of something. "The Fire Worship Festival needs sacrifices anyway. Let him feel the pain of being burned alive by lava …"
Yan Li didn't know what the so-called sacrifices were, but he didn't think about it. He had already fainted before Aguba could finish his words.
Those who fainted were naturally at the mercy of others.
In the blink of an eye, it was the next day.
In the same room that Cangyang had arranged for them, the table was filled with wine. She casually raised a cup and looked around at the crowd. "Success or failure depends on this. I wish you all good luck."
Everyone silently raised their cups and finished their drinks. Then they set off for the venue.
The venue was divided into two layers.
The outer layer was led by Aguba's eldest son, the Desolate Prince. Three hundred Desolate Men guarded all the entrances and exits of the tribe, ensuring that not even a fly could fly in.
Of course, this was the only chance to assassinate Aguba. Usually, the three hundred Desolate Men would ambush around the palace, ready to protect Aguba at any time.
This was a terrifying force. Even Zhang Huaibi wouldn't dare to take the risk.
The inner area was a huge square surrounding the crater of the volcano. It was filled with important figures from the Desolate Man's tribe from all over the world. Every tribe had their own slaves, and they were arranged around Aguba like stars surrounding the moon.
Aguba's position was on a high platform right below the crater. All the Desolate Men prostrated themselves on the ground as if they were worshipping their king.
Below Abagua, there was no doubt that the person at the top was the High Priest Tashi Dorje.
Below him was Felix, Aguba's other confidant.
So on and so forth, covering the entire square.
"Rise." Aguba waved his hand.
The Desolate Men stood up one after another.
With a solemn expression, Aguba said in standard Desolate Man language, "Ever since the Desolate God Tower was built, the Desolate Men have been living on this land for generations. Now, the Desolate Race is facing a life and death crisis. There are fewer and fewer prey in the Taganla Mountains. Every year, many of our people starve to death. If this continues, the Desolate Race will disappear in the long river of history. "
"Everyone!" He slowly straightened his back, his eyes revealing an inhuman fierceness. "If the Desolate Race wants to continue reproducing, they need more territory. The Flame Worship Festival is imperative …"
Roar!
The Desolate Men raised their hands high and shouted. The square seemed to have become a demon's lair.
However, amidst the deafening clamor, an abrupt voice suddenly said, "I object!"
These three words were sonorous, forceful, and resolute.
The square suddenly fell silent. Everyone looked towards the source of the voice.
The person who had spoken was very close to the high platform. It was Tashi Dorjee.
He had already slowly stood up and walked out of his seat. He walked to the aisle in front of Aguba, with his back facing Aguba and the other Desolate Men.
His back was straight, like a beast vying for the throne. His old age did not affect his dignified bearing. Most of the Desolate Men were intimidated by him and did not dare to speak.
"How dare you!" A chief who supported Aguba suddenly stood up.
Tashi Dorjee looked over coldly. A Desolate Man sitting in the middle suddenly jumped up and pounced over, pushing the chief to the ground. The two of them wrestled, flipping over numerous tables and chairs.
"Stop!" Aguba shouted with a sullen face.
After the two of them were separated by the others, he looked at Tashi Dorjee and said, "High Priest, I have always respected you. What is the meaning of this?"
Tashi Dorjee turned around and looked at Aguba. He said sternly, "Under your leadership, the Desolate Race has lost more and more people. Have you ever reflected on yourself? You have ignored my advice several times and insisted on attacking Rong City, causing the major tribes to suffer heavy losses. Do you really think I am muddle-headed and can't remember these things? "
The moment he said this, the Desolate Men could not help but discuss.
At this moment, a Desolate Man warrior strode in and said, "Your Majesty, an unknown army is attacking us!"
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