Snowflakes drifted between the sky and the earth. The snowfield stretched as far as the eyes could see. The cold wind was blowing, making the warhorses snort. A group of fatigued cavalrymen unloaded their armors and hung them on the sides of their horses. Even the demon battle flags had been crooked. They zigzagged on the snowfield and tried their best to avoid ice caves and icebergs. Otherwise, the horses would not be able to pass through.
QianFeng appeared to be especially cold as he tightened the fox-skin scarf around his neck with a thick layer of frost on his dashing eyebrows. Frowning, he seemed to have smelled something. At the same time, he quivered all over and stopped where he was.
"Marshal, what's wrong?" A deputy general asked.
"There seems to be a smell of blood..." QianFeng replied with a tight frown.
"Smell of blood?"
"Hmm, how far is His Majesty's encampment from us? 5 miles at most."
QianFeng became a bit restless as he abruptly whipped his warhorse and shouted, "Cavalrymen in the vanguard, follow me at full speed. Hurry up, everybody, drop your armors and march at full speed!"
The group of high-level demon cavalrymen became dumbfounded. Closely after that, they whipped their horses and followed QianFeng.
The hooves of the horses clattered against the layer of ice, creating a creaking sound. With over a thousand cavalrymen marching together, it was as if there was an earthquake. Even the layer of ice began to crack, as if it would collapse at any moment.
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Translator: WQL Editor: Aleem The smell of blood grew increasingly intense. When Qian Feng set foot on a piece of unfrozen wasteland, he saw an unforgettable scene — — The boundless wasteland was covered with corpses of demons, armored demons, wing demons and senior demons. Broken limbs were everywhere. Demon battle flags were crooked and broken. Many armored demons' corpses were still burning. The smell of burnt flesh mixed with the smell of blood was very unbearable.
"Your Majesty... Jing'er..."
QianFeng slid off the horse absentmindedly as he staggered forward. His battle boots stepped into a puddle full of blood, splashing blood all over his body.
Behind him, the cavalrymen were all shocked.
Looking at the purgatory-like encampment, they were scared out of their wits. This was a nightmarish day for the Demon Race. It was even more miserable than the fiasco in the Eight Wastelands. On this day, the Demon Race lost their last hope and became a masterless soul on the continent.
"Marshal QianFeng …" The deputy general said with a gloomy face.
It seemed that QianFeng had not heard that. Leaning on his long sword, he walked towards the distance step by step. Over there, numerous armored demons' corpses were piled up like mountains. In the center of the corpses were a group of high-level demon guards with long swords. They were lying on the ground in disorder. Some of them had their hearts pierced through, while some had their heads chopped off. They all looked extremely miserable.
"Jing 'er …"
QianFeng trod on the blood while his blood-stained cloak was fluttering in the cold wind. He looked pretty embarrassed. There were many corpses of high-level demon guards around him. They were killed for protecting their masters. Armor demons in the periphery were killed for protecting Versatile Emperor. Right in the center of the battlefield, some headless corpses were lying there quietly.
"Why did this happen?"
QianFeng sat in the blood with gloomy eyes. He held the cold hand of a corpse beside him. The strong wind messed up his long hair. He murmured, "Why? What did Jing 'er and Ning' er do? Why did this happen …"
He suddenly smiled, and his smile was extremely ferocious.
He laughed for a long time. He laughed crazily until tears flowed down his cheeks.
…
"Marshal!"
In the air, a Winged Person shouted, "People are coming from the west. It seems … seems to be a group of people riding dragons. They have launched an attack on us. What should we do?"
QianFeng held the headless corpse of Feng Jing 'er and said lightly, "Bury the bodies of His Majesty and the two princes. Leave the second battalion to resist the enemy. The rest of you, retreat with me. We have no food and weapons. We are no match for them."
"Who are they?" The deputy general asked.
"That is the emblem of the Tianji Empire …" QianFeng looked into the distance and said, "Retreat!"
The deputy general panicked. "Marshal, we have nowhere to retreat. Where can we go?"
"Eight Wastelands. Let's return to the continent!"
"This …"
…
Two days later, in the eastern capital, Winter Frost City.
Although it was already spring, the walls of Winterfrost City were still covered in a thick layer of frost as if it was winter. The soldiers on the walls were breathing into their palms to keep warm. In the distance, on the frozen road, two figures on horseback were approaching, carrying a golden flag on their shoulders. It didn't look like a war flag, but more like some kind of envoy's scepter.
"Stop, or we will shoot!"
The general in charge of guarding was Zhang Wei. He stepped on the battlement with his saber in hand. He shouted, "Who are you? How dare you come to the eastern capital without permission. You don't look like people from the Shattered Cauldron World."
One of the skinny men smiled. "That's right. We are envoys sent by Lord Fang Lan, commander of the Tianji Empire's Long Ji Corps. We are here to give gifts to His Highness King Qin."
"People from the Long Ji Corps?" Zhang Wei raised his eyebrows. "Isn't the Long Ji Corps eating meat and drinking wine in the Tianji Empire? What are you doing in the Shattered Cauldron World? Take them down! "
The small door opened. Dozens of imperial soldiers rushed out and easily took down the two envoys.
"General Zhang Wei!"
One of the imperial soldiers said respectfully. "We found a few brocade boxes on their horses. Would you like to take a look?"
"Open them."
"Yes!"
When the brocade boxes were opened, Zhang Wei could not help but gasp. The arrogance and perverse look on his face were swept away. He said coldly, "Let's go. Bring them to Ling Xi Palace!"
"Yes!"
The sound of horse hooves galloped in the city. Very soon, they arrived at the East Palace. After several days of renovation, the palace looked brand new. Golden inscriptions were engraved on it. The three big words "Ling Xi Palace" were engraved on the palace door. The name was thought up by Lin Muyu and Feng Jixing together. As for why they named it that way, the two of them were not clear. It was probably because of Tang Xiaoxi.
A morning meeting was going on in Ling Xi Palace. As the commanders of the various corps and the officials of the third, fourth, and sixth divisions were staying in Ling Xi Palace, the morning meeting was held very early.
A huge sand table was placed in the center of the palace. It was filled with blue chips that represented the military strength of the various corps. However, there were no red chips because no one knew where the military strength of the Celestial Pole Continent was.
"Your Highness!"
Zhang Wei's voice came from outside. "Something bad has happened!"
"Zhang Wei, what's the matter? Why are you so flustered?" Feng Jixing raised his eyebrows and asked.
Zhang Wei strode into the palace on the red carpet and said, "Two envoys who claim to be from the Tianji Empire's Long Ji Corps have arrived outside the city. They have brought gifts to offer to Your Highness Yu … This gift …"
"What's the matter? Why are you stuttering?" Lin Muyu said, "Just what kind of gift is it? Bring it here."
"Yes!"
Zhang Wei waved his hand. Three imperial guards carried the brocade box into the palace and placed the gift on the king's steps.
"Why are you being so mysterious? Open it," Tang Xiaoxi said.
"Yes!"
The imperial guards opened the brocade box. Immediately, Tang Xiaoxi, Lin Muyu, Feng Jixing, Qin Yan, and the others were stunned. There were three heads in the brocade box. The heads of Feng Yuan, Feng Jing 'er, and Feng Ning' er!
Tang Xiaoxi staggered and fell to the ground. Her mind was blank. She muttered, "How could it be like this … Her Highness Ning 'er … Who killed Her Highness Ning' er so cruelly!"
She burst into tears. She had been trapped in the Sky-reaching Gorge of the Devil Clan for so long, but it was Feng Ning'er who had accompanied her all the time. Who on earth killed such a gentle and graceful girl so cruelly?!
"Her Highness Ning 'er …"
Lin Muyu's heart was filled with bitterness. Feng Ning 'er's voice and smile were still vivid in his mind. He took a step forward and knelt on one knee in front of Feng Ning' er's head. His voice trembled slightly as he said in a low voice, "Rest in peace, Ning 'er …"
"Yu, are you alright?"
Feng Jixing looked at Lin Muyu worriedly, then looked at Tang Xiaoxi. He knew that when they were in Lanyan City, Feng Ning 'er had expressed her admiration for Lin Muyu. This kind of feeling was indescribable. Although they were not fated to be together, Lin Muyu definitely did not feel good seeing her being killed so cruelly.
Reaching out to close the brocade box, Lin Muyu could not bear to look anymore. He hugged Tang Xiaoxi's shoulder and helped her up. He said in a cold voice, "Zhang Wei, bring the two envoys in."
"Yes!"
The two envoys walked in slowly with arrogant expressions. The skinny one did not bow. He raised his head and looked at Lin Muyu. Looking at the rusted gold cloak behind him, he said, "You are Her Highness King Qin, Lin Muyu?"
"That's me." Lin Muyu's gaze was calm. He said, "When did the Long Ji Corps come to the Shattered Cauldron World?"
The envoy laughed. "When Your Highness was in a deep sleep."
Feng Jixing narrowed his eyes. "There's no need to think about it. You guys actually went to the Devil Race's territory first. The Long Ji Corps must have come from the land bridge in the extreme north. But what I find strange is … how did you guys manage to cross the land bridge in the wind and snow that mortals can't endure? Even a Sacred Region expert would be frozen to death on the land bridge, let alone you guys. "
The envoy cupped his fists and smiled. "You must be Her Highness King Xin, Feng Jixing. It's actually very simple. The Dragon Race is the race closest to God. The Dragon Race can use Dragon Flames and Dragon Imperial Battle Spin to help our soldiers survive the harsh cold. Right now, the 400,000 soldiers from the Long Ji Corps and the Liu Ji Corps have gathered in the desert north. I heard that your country has been at war with the Devil Race for many years. Our commander, Lord Fang Lan, gave the order to wipe out the Devil Race to avenge Your Highness' humiliation. "I've received orders to send the heads of the Devil Race's King and the two princesses as gifts. Your Highness, please accept them. Before long, our Tianji Empire's Honorable Shang League will be stationed at your country's port. I hope that we can trade with each other and prosper together."
"So I should be thanking you guys?" Lin Muyu smiled coldly.
"There's no need to thank me." The envoy smiled and said, "As long as Your Highness King Qin is happy."
"No, there's one more thing that can make me even happier."
The King of Qin suddenly raised his hand, and a flash of sword light flashed ten meters away. The envoy was suddenly speechless. His head rolled down from his neck, and his body fell to the ground with a loud crash. Blood splattered on the envoy beside him.
"Someone, bring a brocade box and put his head in it. Let another envoy bring his head back to report the completion of the mission. Just say that this is my, Lin Muyu's, gift of thanks. I hope that Commander Fang Lan will accept it."
Lin Muyu's voice was cold and brooked no objection.
…
"Finally, they still declared war …"
Feng Jixing muttered to himself for a while and said with a smile, "Although it's only a matter of time."
…
Lin Muyu couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. She finally understood the meaning of the poem that the Second Prince of the Celestial Empire, Chen Yu, had given to her.
The mountain is high and the river is long, and the journey is long. The light snow has just stopped, and it is raining continuously.
Warm wine and chat in the pavilion. Who cares about the endless snow elsewhere?
In fact, Chen Yu had long known that the Tianji Empire had sent elite troops across the Northern Polar Land Bridge to launch a sneak attack. But why didn't he tell her about it clearly? It was probably because Chen Yu didn't want the Tianji Empire to win, and he didn't want the Shattered Cauldron Realm to win either. What he wanted to see the most was a lose-lose situation!
When she thought of this, she felt an indescribable chill in her heart.
No matter how sinister the world was, it couldn't be more sinister than the human heart!
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