After returning from the Rakshasa Tribe, the Young Rakshasa King was extremely busy.
He had to meet the leaders of the mercenaries one after another.
As the main forces of the Demon Alliance were deployed at the border of the Rakshasa Tribe, the Young Rakshasa King, as the crown prince, did not have the authority to mobilize the main forces of the Rakshasa Tribe.
The only thing he could mobilize was his direct army — ten thousand Dragon Hawk Knights, three thousand Ghost Ray Knights, and five hundred Black Blood Flying Cavalry.
This was already a very powerful aerial army that far surpassed all the aerial forces in the Black Demon Flag territory.
However, he felt that it was far from enough, so he spent an astronomical price to find dozens of aerial mercenaries.
What were aerial mercenaries?
They were actually some indigenous barbarians and aerial bandits.
For example, the infamous eagle-bodied people, the witch vulture race, the evil wings race, and so on.
Among these races, wild beasts were not wild beasts, barbarians were not barbarians, and demons were not demons. Therefore, they had a separate name — the demon race.
All the demon races were extremely savage and could not be taught. They slaughtered and plundered for fun.
But now, the Young Rakshasa King had summoned the seventeen notorious chiefs of the aerial demon race to the Young Rakshasa Palace.
Strangely, these chiefs of the aerial demon race were well-behaved in front of the Young Rakshasa King. They were not as rude and vulgar as before.
The chief of the Eagle Race loved to spit at least three times a minute, and the chief of the Evil Wings Race loved to spit in the air.
But now, every chief of the aerial demon race was sitting obediently, resisting all kinds of bad habits, and listening to the Young Rakshasa King.
Apart from the eagle-bodied chief, who could not help but cast a disgusting wink at the Young Rakshasa King, the seventeen chiefs were all very quiet.
None of these chiefs liked to talk about hygiene, and they had all kinds of hobbies. Therefore, the stench on them was simply unbearable.
Any chief of the aerial demon race could smell the stench from a hundred meters away.
And now, with seventeen of them gathered together, the stench was almost suffocating.
The Young Rakshasa King's face was as white as jade, untainted by even a speck of dust. He was still drinking tea and chatting without any change in expression.
"There's still one chief who hasn't come. I don't know if he will come or not. Let's wait for another fifteen minutes," the Young Rakshasa King said.
Just five minutes later, the Young Rakshasa King suddenly said, "They're here!"
It had indeed come, because the stench of blood could be smelled from thousands of meters away. By the time it reached the door, the entire ground was shaking, and even the sun was blocked.
It was a colossus.
"The door is too small, I can't get in …" The newcomer spoke. Even though it had already lowered its voice, it was still enough to shake one's heart out.
The gate of the Young Rakshasa King's palace was eight meters high, but it still couldn't enter.
The Young Rakshasa King said calmly, "Then you can tear down the door. I believe this is as easy as blowing off dust for you."
The person hesitated for a moment and did not choose to open the door. Instead, he bent down and walked in.
It … was actually a werewolf.
The werewolf was at least eleven meters tall. Its fangs were almost a foot long, and its claws were even sharper than daggers.
This was the Blood Wolf King, the King of Werewolves that had only appeared once in a thousand years.
As we all know, werewolves do not have their own tribes.
Every werewolf lived in an ordinary wolf pack. Because of the genetic mutation caused by the high demonic bloodline in their bodies, there would only be one werewolf in two hundred wolves on average.
And a normal wolf pack would not have more than seventy to eighty wolves. This meant that it was impossible for two werewolves to appear in a wolf pack.
Therefore, every werewolf was a loner.
Werewolves were all very powerful, but because they were alone, once they were discovered by a tribe, the werewolf would only end up being hunted down and bled.
This resulted in a phenomenon. Werewolves were no weaker than centaurs, and were even more ferocious. However, for thousands of years, the werewolf race had never grown stronger.
This was because werewolves never lived in groups. There had never been werewolf tribes or werewolf tribes.
This situation only changed a few years ago.
Because a Blood Wolf King that had not appeared once in a thousand years appeared.
It had spent its entire life searching for werewolves, defeating them, and conquering them.
In just ten years, it had actually built a werewolf tribe from nothing.
Even though its tribe only had twenty thousand people, it had brought great disaster to the entire demonic territory.
When the Blood Wolf King led the tribe into the Rakshasa territory, it had killed at least a few hundred thousand Rakshasa tribesmen. This made the Rakshasa King very angry.
Because of the legend of the Destroyer Whip, the Rakshasa King could still tolerate the centaurs. However, the Rakshasa King had no tolerance for the werewolves.
Therefore, he sent the most elite Ghost Ray Corps to destroy this werewolf tribe.
It was the Young Rakshasa King who stopped all this. He went to the werewolf tribe alone to negotiate.
Everyone thought that the crown prince's actions were ridiculous. Werewolves were simply beasts. There was no way to negotiate with them.
However, to everyone's surprise, he actually negotiated successfully and signed a peace treaty.
From then on, the werewolf tribe and the Rakshasa tribe would not interfere with each other's affairs. The werewolf tribe never slaughtered or invaded the Rakshasa territory again. Both sides even had large-scale transactions.
This time, the Young Rakshasa King held a Demon Conference and sent an invitation to the Blood Wolf King, but the latter did not respond.
Unexpectedly, at the last moment, the Blood Wolf King, who had not been seen in a thousand years, appeared.
When it arrived, the chiefs of the other seventeen demon tribes breathed more cautiously and bowed slightly.
There were different ranks in the demon race. Even if the chiefs present had not personally experienced the power of the Blood Wolf King, they had heard of it. Moreover, it had built a tribe from scratch.
"Everyone is here. Let's begin!" The Young Rakshasa King said, "I've told everyone that a great war is about to break out in the demonic territory. The Heaven Rakshasa King has established a united front with the Demon Empire to conquer the entire southern wilderness. My father and the other Demon Kings feel that the Heaven Rakshasa King will conquer the Rakshasa tribe first. I feel that they will attack the Earth Rakshasa tribe first. "
What he said was in plain English. He had to make sure that every Demon Chieftain present heard him clearly.
"Even though they are in the wrong, my arm is no match for the thigh. Because I am not in power, I can only watch as the Demon Alliance deploys its main army at the border of the Rakshasa tribe. I can only watch as the Earth Rakshasa tribe's defensive line is empty. It is very likely that they will be easily defeated by the Demon Empire's united front." The Young Rakshasa King said, "But I can't sit back and do nothing. Therefore, I can only send my direct subordinates over. But that's just a drop in the bucket. It's far from enough. What should I do? I thought of everyone! "
At this moment, the Blood Wolf King said, "In other words, you want to give us the main responsibility of resisting the Demon Empire's united front."
"Yes," the Young Rakshasa King said.
The Blood Wolf King said, "But we are not the Rakshasa tribe, nor are we any demons. We are not even members of the Demon Alliance. Your war requires us to bleed. We are not demons, but we have to fight for the Demon Alliance? "
"Yes," the Young Rakshasa King said.
"Why?" the Blood Wolf King said.
The Young Rakshasa King thought for a while and said, "There is no reason. It's all up to you."
The Blood Wolf King said, "What will be the result of the war?"
The Young Rakshasa King said, "You will suffer countless casualties, or even be completely wiped out."
The Blood Wolf King said, "Then what benefits will we get? Will your Rakshasa tribe recognize our status? Will you give us equal treatment? "
The Young Rakshasa King said, "That's impossible. Because my father is in power now. Even if I rise to power in the future, it will be very difficult to give you equal status because many of your races are really terrible. "
This Young Rakshasa King was really honest. He didn't even care about making empty promises.
The Blood Wolf King said, "Then there must be some benefits, right?"
The Young Rakshasa King said, "How about this? Everything in my Young Rakshasa Palace, except for the people, you can take anything you want. My treasury, my armory, my treasure trove, you can take them all. "
The Blood Wolf King said, "Then what are we fighting for? There must be a reason, right?"
The Young Rakshasa King said, "If you insist on a reason, then it is to fight for dignity. Let everyone see clearly that you are not that bad?"
The Blood Wolf King's face twitched. The faces of the chiefs present became somewhat unsightly.
Although you are the incomparably noble Young Rakshasa King, you are not allowed to speak such nonsense.
The Blood Wolf King said coldly, "If there is a second person who dares to speak such nonsense in front of me, I will tear him to pieces."
The Young Rakshasa King said, "Alright, that's all. It's up to you whether you want to go or not."
The whole place was silent. Almost all the chiefs looked at the Blood Wolf King.
Because he was the strongest and the most awesome.
The Blood Wolf King closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said, "I will join, but I can only take half of the tribe's werewolf warriors. I can't listen to you and let my whole tribe perish."
"Thank you!" The Young Rakshasa King said.
There were some words that the Blood Wolf King didn't say.
Because the werewolf tribe owed the Young Rakshasa King a huge favor.
As everyone knew, werewolves became werewolves because they had a high level of demonic bloodline in their bodies.
In other words, werewolves were completely natural. Moreover, male and female werewolves could not give birth to offspring.
And our great herdsman, the Little Rakshasa King, solved this historical problem. After a long period of unremitting research, five years ago, the first werewolf born from a male and a female wolf had already grown up healthily and showed great strength.
This meant that the werewolf tribe could continue to exist.
Similar favors were owed to the Young Rakshasa King by the other Demon Clans.
Therefore, the Young Rakshasa King's daily daydreaming was also fruitful. Everyone thought that he was a martial arts expert.
But they didn't know that he was also an astronomer, artist, herder, alchemist, politician, occultist, energy scientist, and so on.
Among these subjects, his martial arts cultivation should be below average.
Practically everyone believed that the path of martial arts was his strongest path. That was because he was truly too … too powerful.
After the Blood Wolf King expressed his stance, the other seventeen demon race chiefs also expressed their willingness to send half of their warriors to the Rakshasa Tribe's defensive line.
When they agreed, they also felt that it was strange.
Is there something wrong with my brain? Why would they sacrifice and bleed for a war that wasn't even related to them?
Could it be that they were really fighting for their so-called dignity?
But what was dignity?
Without a doubt, most of these demon race chiefs were naturally neurotic.
They were cruel, greedy, rude, and vulgar, but they were not scheming.
There were two main reasons why they agreed. First, the Blood Wolf King had agreed.
Second, and also the biggest reason, was because of the Young Rakshasa King's charisma.
In the eyes of these neurotic demons, they could do anything if they found someone pleasing to the eye. If they found someone displeasing to the eye, they could kill their entire family.
The Young Rakshasa King stood up meticulously and bowed to the eighteen demon race chiefs present. "Thank you."
Therefore, he made a verbal agreement with the eighteen demon race chiefs present. Five days later, the demon army would gather outside Rakshasa City and march toward the Rakshasa Tribe's defensive line.
Among them, the Blood Wolf King was the commander of the demon allied army.
…
A while after the Blood Wolf King and the seventeen demon race chiefs had left, the Young Rakshasa King was still sitting on his throne in a daze.
His wife, Consort Nishang, came in while holding back her nausea. The air here was really too smelly. She nestled in her husband's embrace and said gently, "Husband, even if you save the war by doing this, no one will be grateful to you. Instead, they will hate you even more. Because the six Demon Kings are all wrong, and you are the only one who is right. You have slapped everyone's faces. "
The Young Rakshasa King said lazily, "The faces of outdated goods. So what if I've slapped them."
Consort Nishang said angrily, "Hey, my father is in there, and your father is also in there."
The Young Rakshasa King said, "As a son, I don't mind it. You don't have to mind it too much either."
"Annoying …" Consort Nishang said coquettishly.
At this moment, ear-piercing drumbeats suddenly rang out outside the Young Rakshasa King's residence.
Someone had struck the Prison Splitting Drum, and the deafening drumbeats resounded throughout the entire Rakshasa City.
This meant that something major had happened. Usually, the Prison Splitting Drum would only be sounded when the demonic flag territories rebelled or when there was a large-scale enemy invasion.
"Who is it? Bring him in, "the Young Rakshasa King said.
A moment later, the Rakshasa King's nephew, the fourth successor of the royal family, and the son of the royal family's elder Mo Kan, Crown Prince Bei Leng appeared in the main hall of the Rakshasa King's residence.
He was covered in blood, and behind him were hundreds of people.
In his hand was a bloody human head. This human head had a beautiful face. It was the so-called Princess Yu Die who had married Lan Ling not long ago.
"Bang!"
More than ten pieces of human skin and dozens of heads were thrown on the ground of the main hall, and the smell of blood filled the air!
Crown Prince Bei Leng knelt down and said, "Your Highness, Fire Demon Flag Master Lan Ling killed Princess Yu Die and the royal family's servants. This is equivalent to rebellion. Your Highness, please send troops to exterminate him immediately!"
Following that, the hundreds of people behind him also knelt down in unison.
These people were the second and third generation members of the Rakshasa royal family.
Under the control of Crown Prince Bei Leng, Lan Ling's actions shocked the entire Rakshasa royal family!
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