The ignited war would not cease because of an ambiguous interlude.
When the Demon King recalled the kiss on the prairie that night, pressing his throbbing heart, he realized with immense fear that something was wrong. He had no choice but to quickly throw himself into the preparation for war, often busy from late night to early morning.
A few days later, the Demon King’s generals were invited into the palace.
They saw the mountains and rivers of the abyss, slightly reduced on the huge map.
The blood-red ink started from the royal court, passed through four small tribes in the middle, and pointed straight to the northwest.
“…Heitor.”
Moduo gently read out the end of the journey. “I thought that the King would start with Watie first.”
The several demon generals next to him nodded one after another. The new and old hatred between the leader Watie and the Demon King was not a secret in the royal court.
“The Watie tribe…” It was Tianpo who said, “It’s a bit far. At least we have to completely control the Fish Tooth Mountain Range and the Black River before it is convenient to start with Watie.”
Hun Yao sat on a cushion woven from grass vines, just listening to the demon generals talking. Next to the king, sat that exquisitely delicate human slave.
Langmuir tied up his long hair and tied a white bone bell, slowly burning a pot of light wine with flint.
When Hun Yao and his subjects discussed political affairs, he usually didn’t speak, just doing something on the side while listening, and then discussing any opinions with Hun Yao privately.
At the beginning, the subjects of the Demon King were simply unbearable.
How can one imagine that when they were yelling to flatten a tribe, there was a human sitting next to them, quietly weaving bone ornaments, the sound was jingling; or seriously painting the eyes of the snail and hedgehog, and it actually looked pretty good when painted…
But now, well, they were used to it.
“Lo–rd Lang…muir…”
Moduo said these words with a black face and twisted expression, especially the honorific at the end, “Are you going too?”
Hun Yao glanced at Langmuir.
In fact, this had been a headache for him for several days. Langmuir was wearing a forbidden lock and could only move within the range allowed by the bone key. If he was taken to the front line of the battlefield, the situation would change rapidly and it would be impossible to take care of him.
Even if the human was placed in the big camp, what if the army was attacked when it went out, would he have to wait to die on the spot?
But if Langmuir and the bone key were left in the royal court together, what’s the difference from removing the shackles from a trapped beast?
Hun Yao simply threw the problem to the “problem” itself, he raised his jaw at Langmuir: “You say.”
Langmuir raised his eyes faintly. “Are you here again? My King will leave me in the royal court and give the bone key to a trustworthy demon, and let him manage me, isn’t it good?”
Hun Yao: “.”
Damn, it sounds reasonable, why didn’t he think of it?
But thinking about it…
The Demon King pretended to be calm and cleared his throat. “No.”
Thinking about it, it’s a joke, how could he give his slave to other demons, not even temporarily!
Langmuir is a beautiful human being, and he has such a ridiculous good temper. If he is bullied, he won’t know!
“You are a cunning human,” Hun Yao said, “If you are watched by other demons, even in the royal court, I am not at ease.”
Langmuir: “…”
Hun Yao: “You still have to follow me.”
…….
Two days later, the army of the royal court set off, and the soldiers left their homes.
The wildebeests neighed, the priests beat the war drums, and the smoke and dust rolled up.
Before the expedition, the Demon King personally put on the close-fitting chain armor for the human, and tightened the sleeves with wrist guards.
Hun Yao lowered his head, and Langmuir slightly raised his head. The Demon King’s scaly claws circled the slender neck, buckled the buckle behind him, and finally took the bone key from his chest and put it on the human’s neck as if nothing had happened.
Langmuir was taken aback, and grabbed Hun Yao’s wrist. “My king!”
Hun Yao slowly pried his fingers off and said, “Put it on. In case of danger…”
After speaking, the Demon King suddenly fell silent for a moment, and kissed the human’s lips.
Langmuir: “?”
“Know to run.” Hun Yao finished this sentence.
After speaking, the Demon King left. Leaving Langmuir standing there, touching his lips in a daze, thinking: It seems that the King really likes this kind of human kiss.
Far away, several demon generals sneered and pointed.
“Huh, the human who confuses my King…”
“A pretentious human…”
“Wait and see, in less than three days, the human will cry and beg the King to let him go!”
“Not to mention anything else, how can the frail body of a human follow the long-distance horse riding of the brave warriors of the demons?”
–Just a moment later, they stared at the human who straddled a wildebeest, dumbfounded.
Langmuir changed out of his usual loose white robe, donned light armor, and braided his silver-gray hair into a thick braid like the demons did when they went to war, tied with bone chips.
He stepped on the metal stirrup, climbed onto the wildebeest that was much taller than himself, and sat firmly on the saddle. When he raised his head, the scale at the corner of his eye shone sternly.
“Go.”
The iron-armored wildebeest started running, taking the frail human away in a cloud of dust. Langmuir’s horse quickly reached the front of the formation, riding side by side with the Demon King.
Hun Yao turned his head in the wind and complimented, “You’ve learned well.”
Langmuir: “My King taught me.”
In the past, although the Holy Monarch had also learned horsemanship when he was in the human world, he didn’t have many opportunities to really ride a horse, nor did he have the experience of following the army on an expedition.
But the Demon King loved horse riding, and his horsemanship was particularly exquisite. In the past two years when he was idle and had nothing to do, he would ride a horse and take Langmuir around. Prairie, cliff, ice lake, deep forest…
Langmuir was also a good learner, and his horsemanship improved rapidly over the years.
Even Hun Yao had to admit: This guy is indeed a genius blessed by god.
In this way, the journey of the royal court began with an almost incredible fierce attack.
The Demon King had always loved to rely on the rapid march of elite cavalry. It was common to cross the ice river and climb the snow mountain overnight, and this time it was even more terrifying.
Three days, a full three days of almost sleepless, but also calculated to be called cruel crazy rush.
As soon as the gong sounded, the cavalry dismounted and quickly ate and rested in silence. As soon as the gong sounded again, they had to mount and march whether they were full or not.
When night fell, it was pitch black and one wouldn’t be able to see their fingers in front. The Demon King ordered the soldiers to hang a small copper lamp on the saddle, and they ran wildly in the dark with the faint light of fireflies. Only in the early morning could they have a few hours of sleep.
Under the hellish intensity of the march, even the demon soldiers occasionally fell behind – they could only return to the royal court in disgrace, waiting to be laughed at – let alone Langmuir, a human without Mana.
Hun Yao also took into account the physical strength of the human. Every evening, he would call Langmuir over, let the human ride with him, and order him to lean in his arms and sleep for a while.
Crossing the Frost Horn Snow Mountain, crossing the vast No Wave River, and then rushing across the endless plain.
On the third day, Hun Yao suddenly ordered Langmuir to retreat to the rear.
At that time, there was nothing special in front of the march. However, the Demon King’s keenness was finally verified in the afternoon of this day.
The army of the royal court fiercely bit the prey caught in the net.
The first unlucky one to suffer was a small tribe called “Zita” that was attached to Heitor.
Langmuir calculated the time and position of the geothermal changes, and the Demon King further calculated the migration path of the Zita tribe and directly cut it off horizontally.
When the people of Zita saw a large army appearing in front of them, they almost thought they were hallucinating.
The bloody battle began and lasted until midnight. The fighting of the demons was like the tearing of beasts. Those inferior demons with low combat power died in large numbers in the first round, followed by the soldiers of Zita.
“Broken Horn Demon King! Hun Yao!!”
The leader Zita was surrounded in the melee. He was covered in blood, shouting frantically, “If you dare to kill me, you will be an enemy of all the tribes in the northwest, you dare—”
The next moment, the wildebeest neighed loudly.
A long spear carrying a pitch-black flame pierced Zita’s throat like a gust of wind!
Hun Yao’s face was blood-stained, and he laughed coldly and arrogantly, “I’m killing you all!”
Under the witness of the desolate Cliff Moon, the leader who died with his eyes wide open was lifted up. This corpse was picked high by the Demon King on the tip of the spear, still maintaining the appearance of wide-eyed and open-mouthed, as if he did not expect death to come so suddenly.
When they realized that the game was over, Zita’s demons began a miserable rout.
Soldiers no longer protect their people, the old and the young were thrown away, countless demons died in trampling, and there were screams and cries everywhere.
The hell depicted in the human’s divine teachings probably wouldn’t be more cruel than this scene.
A wildebeest rushed from the rear to the front line. Langmuir’s robe was hunting in the wind, constantly splashed with blood.
He shouted, “My King—”
The human’s call was cut off by the thunderous roar, the Demon King swung his spear, and Zita’s corpse was smashed into mud.
Hun Yao took the lead on horseback and said sternly, “Chase the army!!”
The demons of the royal court threw away those miserable Zita inferior demons and began to chase the fleeing soldiers like wolves and tigers.
Langmuir gritted his teeth and shouted again, “My King!”
But the human couldn’t stop the Demon King, let alone those royal court warriors who were completely excited.
The demons screamed and raised their weapons, rolling forward like wheels, and the night covered the corpses. The place where the hooves of the wildebeest stepped gradually had the sound of water, which was the blood symbolizing death.
At this moment, Langmuir truly felt what a Demon King was.
Hun Yao was like a real demon born for war, strong, arrogant, cruel, and never dying.
When he rode a horse and held a spear, no demon could not be infected by that kind of frantic killing intent, until everything in sight was turned into ruins and flying ash under the breath of the demon.
“My King…my King!!”
In such a crazy chase, or almost slaughter, only a tiny human was left shouting for his king desperately.
“They have already been defeated! Their leader is already dead!!”
In the end, Langmuir’s throat was dumb, and the violent wind came with the smell of blood and crying, with despair and death, he felt that he was almost going crazy.
“Hun Yao!!” He shouted hoarsely, “Sealed in the abyss for two hundred years, the number of demons is less year by year, do you still want to kill!?”
……
Langmuir didn’t know when the army stopped.
It seemed to have been a century-long time, and it seemed to be just a few breaths.
He was soaked all over, lying on the horse’s back and panting heavily, sweat dripping down his disheveled hair.
The sound of horse hooves came from far to near.
Langmuir raised his head with difficulty, seeing the Demon King, covered in blood, coming calmly on horseback through the night.
So the human forced a smile.
“…The first year.” Langmuir said with a sigh.
“If I had known that this would persuade you, we wouldn’t have quarreled.”
Hun Yao didn’t speak, just looked at Langmuir with a complex expression.
After a while, the Demon King gave an order to the adjutant next to him.
“Beat the gong, rest in place.”
The attack on the Zita tribe made Black Thor realize the crisis. Soon, several tribes in the northwest united and began a confrontation with the army of the royal court on a wasteland.
The real war broke out, and the fierce battle began day by day.
Most of the time, Langmuir was left in the big tent in the rear.
He calculated the military supplies and food for Hun Yao, and the numbers needed one by one. Every late night or early morning, when the earth shook and the sound of horse hooves came like thunder, he knew that Hun Yao’s army had returned.
Every night, Langmuir would have to tiptoe, pull down the Demon King’s horn and sniff it.
“Kill less if you can.” He advised earnestly, “You are to quell the rebellion, not to slaughter.”
“When the demons die, the happiest ones are my people in the human world, my King is not willing to do this, right?”
“Also, why don’t you wear armor when you go to war?..Yes, I know the scales of the Demon King’s bloodline are hard, but it’s better to have more protection…”
Hun Yao was nagged helplessly, and couldn’t get angry. Sometimes he simply caught Langmuir in the tent and merged.
But this trick was not very useful now, he could hardly completely shut up the human with this.
The confrontation between the two armies lasted for half a month and gradually entered the stage of hard fighting.
Once, the Demon King led the army out of the battle and fought fiercely with the alliance tribes of Heitor. The battle lines of both sides moved while fighting, and they actually pushed from the wasteland to the valley.
Langmuir waited for five or six days without waiting for the army to return, and couldn’t help but feel anxious.
But the messenger from the front line came back on the sixth day, describing the Demon King’s great power, and the demonic breath was like a pitch-black wave covering the sky.
Thus Langmuir put down his heart a little and continued to wait patiently.
On the eighth day, the army returned late at night.
At that time, Langmuir had already fallen asleep, and was suddenly awakened by the clanging sound of the cavalry disarming in the tent in the middle of the night.
Before he could recover, the big tent was suddenly lifted.
A familiar deep voice came. “Everyone out.”
The Demon King’s voice was hoarse and heavy, with a hint of unusual suppression, and Langmuir woke up all at once.
The guards and attendants in the big tent all retreated. Langmuir grabbed a cloak and draped it over his shoulder, and hurriedly went out to meet him. “My King…”
He lifted the white curtain that separated the inner and outer tents, and saw Hun Yao walking in with unsteady steps.
Langmuir’s heart jumped, vaguely aware that something was wrong. Before he could ask anything, the Demon King suddenly stumbled.
This was a disaster, Hun Yao directly fell down, even knocking over the weapon rack next to him, spears and daggers clattered to the ground!
“My King!?”
Langmuir’s mind buzzed.
He instinctively reached out to help, and was about to shout—
But Hun Yao suddenly raised his arm and firmly covered his mouth!
“Don’t make a sound.” The Demon King said hoarsely.
A dim point of firelight seeped in from outside the tent, and Langmuir, with the help of this light, saw clearly that Hun Yao’s condition was obviously extremely bad, his lips were pale, and his face was as ghastly as a corpse.
His hand also touched Hun Yao’s body covered with scales, and it was so hot that it seemed like there was a fire burning.
Langmuir was terrified and lowered his voice. “Are you injured?”
The messy hair on Hun Yao’s forehead was all wet with cold sweat, and his gaze was somewhat scattered.
But his consciousness was still relatively clear, he barely raised his hand, and his index finger pointed at Langmuir’s mouth. “Don’t shout, Duogu will come soon.”
