Although Baiyi did not discuss the matter of abdicating the throne with the other Voidwalkers, none of them objected to it. None of them were interested in such a worthless piece of sh * t, let alone a sh * tty piece of sh * tty sh * tty piece of sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty piece of sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty sh * tty Perhaps the War God really did exist, and he had come to fight Baiyi with his life.
Only the Lich's opinion was slightly different. "Although I don't oppose your decision, I just feel that it's a pity. There are so many people here. You can gather them and turn them into different kinds of undead creatures. The weak ones will become skeleton soldiers, and the strong ones will become death knights. By then, you will have an army of hundreds of thousands of undead. Sweeping the entire Isythre will be a cinch. You don't even have to worry about their loyalty and supplies …"
Holy sh * t! This guy is really crazy! Baiyi sighed inwardly. If I really do as he says, I'm afraid that not only will the War God come to kill me, but the Church will also come to kill me … Baiyi thought to himself.
The Voidwalkers did not seem to care much about this matter, but the Khans did not. At this moment, they were already arguing in the king's tent. Some of them thought that this was a good thing, as the succession of the throne would be decided by strength, and there was no need to care about the mood of a single person. However, there were also some who thought that the War God's Sword was the symbol of the War God, and regardless of whether they respected the tradition or not, it should not fall into the hands of an outsider.
"Since you're so powerful, why don't you bring your men to rob them? In any case, I saw how he slaughtered those people from the Goshawk Clan. You can bring the idiots from your clan to experience it for yourself. " The Khan of the Basking Horse Tribe exclaimed loudly. This morning, he had experienced a few ups and downs in his life, so it was inevitable that he would be a little agitated. As the strongest Khan, of course, he hoped that the War God's Sword would disappear completely.
"Astro Boy, I think you've gone crazy from wanting to be the king. Aren't you afraid of the War God's punishment for handing over the War God's Sword to an outsider? " Another slightly weaker Khan loudly questioned the Khan of the Charging Horse Tribe. For a tribe like theirs, which was not strong enough, they naturally placed their hopes on tradition.
"If the War God really wants to punish someone, then he should punish that gray guy first. But since he is fine, it means that the War God has acknowledged him as the owner of the War God's Sword. We should respect his opinion!"
"I don't know if the War God will bestow divine retribution upon you, and I've never seen it before. But if you bring your men to snatch the sword, you can have a taste of the War God's sword's divine retribution."
"You bunch of spineless cowards! You don't even want the inheritance of the God of War! You don't deserve to be citizens of the grassland! "
"You? Then go and rob it! After all, we've survived the days without the War God's Sword. Not every king is the owner of the War God's Sword, so it's not a big deal. "
"You're right. That woman lost even with the War God's Sword, which means that a single weapon is not enough to support a throne. I think we should give up on this tradition."
The argument in the King's tent was very loud. There were all kinds of opinions, but most of them were inclined to accept reality. The key was, what else could they do if they did not accept it? Bring people to snatch the sword? Or should he humbly invite him back to be the king? None of these ideas were realistic.
So, listening to the discussion in the King's tent, Attie knew that a storm of blood was about to blow across the grassland. Just like the prophecy said, disaster was about to befall, and her own people … Huh? The cold and dangerous land they were in seemed to be far away from the center of the disaster.
Thinking about this, Attie's heart was filled with a little more hope. This demon seemed to care about her. Was he really that obsessed with her body? Why would he use such a special way to please her? Attie shook her head hard to get rid of the unrealistic thoughts in her mind. She thought it was either a coincidence, or he was teasing her, just like a child playing with a newly caught animal. The initial feeling of novelty would make them treat the animal especially well, but after a long time, it would be different.
But was she really going to leave the grassland with him and go to the distant and dangerous Southern Land? Was she going to watch the turmoil in the grassland without being able to do anything? As the former king, the one chosen by the War God, was this all she could do? Attie thought unwillingly.
It was this thought that made the girl who liked to let her imagination run wild suddenly come up with a crazy idea. Should she take advantage of the novelty he had in her to further obey him and gain his trust? Then, she could seize the opportunity to snatch the War God's Sword and kill this demon with her own hands? In the process, she could also take the opportunity to learn the knowledge of the Southern Land and even master the demon's power. When she successfully snatched the War God's Sword and returned to the grassland in glory, she could use the knowledge of the Southern Land to make the grassland truly prosperous.
The thought reminded Attie of the complete prophecy. The demon would bring disaster and prosperity to the grassland. The disaster was about to come true, but what about prosperity? Wasn't it referring to her who was lurking around him?
Attie's heart could not help but beat faster. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this was a feasible solution. Although her body would be tainted by him, this could really save the grassland! Even if she failed in the end, at least her people would have a slightly better life. The risk was very small and the price she had to pay was nothing more than a false civility with him. She could just treat it as a dog biting her!
Especially the mark in her body. It did not disappear after she lost the War God's Sword. It only remained silent. This made Attie subconsciously think that the War God had not completely given up on her. Perhaps, this was a test that he had prepared for her?
With that, Attie made her final decision. Even if she was no longer the King, she was still willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of her people and the grassland. She would stay by the side of the demon and wait for an opportunity!
After all, she was just like a certain person in Britain. Both of them were kings who relied on a sword to become a king. Such girls were usually flat-chested and naive, making them more suitable to be swordsmen. It was a good thing that Baiyi did not know about her naive and adorable thoughts. Otherwise, he would have suggested her to write a novel. Such a unique imagination should not be wasted.
Having made up her mind, Attie quickly caught up with him. Looking at his back, she began to think about how she could gain his trust. Even though she had a certain level of confidence in her appearance and body, she knew that she was not as mesmerized as Undine who she had kidnapped previously. Especially her breasts … Attie pouted and lowered her head to look at her disappointing breasts. To her surprise, she could see her toes …
Compared to that, the bigger problem was that she did not know how to seduce men. What should she do now? Attie had no choice but to recall the other women she had met, especially those who were always surrounded by men. She concluded that she should first learn to smile and then act more intimate …
She quickly caught up with Baiyi and reached out her small hand to hold his arm. However, halfway through her action, she froze in the air. She was still a little hesitant and thin-skinned. In the end, she muttered in her heart that this was for the War God, for her people, for the grassland. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed Baiyi's arm.
"What's wrong?" Baiyi stopped in his tracks patiently and turned to look at Attie. The girl was looking up at him, the muscles on her face slightly trembling. She forced a stiff smile that was uglier than crying …
What's with this Tiger Smile? Isn't this too scary? Why can't she smile more openly? Baiyi was puzzled. He had seen Attie's smile before, and it was very cute and normal. How did it become like this? Could it be that she hurt her brain when she fell on her face?
He reached out to touch Attie's forehead to see if she had a fever. However, when his hand was halfway, Attie quickly put on a timid expression and shrunk her neck slightly. She looked at him with eyes full of resentment, like a kitten that had been caught doing something wrong.
What's wrong with this girl? Baiyi scratched his head in embarrassment. He did not delve deeper into it and continued to walk with Attie.
Attie, on the other hand, slapped her own face angrily. Annoyed at her own mistake, she began to work hard in her mind, forcing herself to let go of the burden and seriously interact with the demon.
Baiyi did not know that she was so tired. He found a goat that was grazing outside the King's Court and rode on it. Using his mana, he grabbed the back of Attie's neck and lifted her up like a kitten.
"Ahhh!" Attie flailed her arms and legs in panic. Very soon, Baiyi threw her onto the goat's back and sat behind him. She instinctively moved her butt back, not wanting to be too close to Baiyi. She was also afraid of the war goat, so for a moment, she forgot all about her weird thoughts.
Baiyi could see that she was resisting him but he was not in a hurry. Instead, he said as gently as he could, "We're leaving. Take a few more looks."
Attie nodded blankly and raised her head. As the war goat slowed down its pace, she stared hard at the land where she had lived for many years. Her people were busy packing their belongings, preparing to leave, just like when they were preparing to move to the King's Court.
Nobody came to send her off. That's good … Attie did not feel sad about it. She was still staring at everything in front of her with a serious and greedy look, as if she wanted to imprint the scenery into her eyes.
When the war goat walked out of the King's Court, Attie reluctantly retracted her gaze. However, a familiar voice rang in her ears.
"Attie, we'll be waiting for you at our new home!" The middle-aged man who had been her bodyguard was standing at the gate of the palace with a few other guards who were not injured. They waved at Attie with all their might. Their faces did not show any signs of sadness because of the parting. Instead, they looked relaxed and natural, showing the kind of smiles that Attie often saw in the grasslands where she grew up.
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