Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 264 - 203 Barbarian Strange King

Chapter 264: Chapter 203 Barbarian Strange King

While Di’an City bathed in the gentle spring rain, an ink-like, indissoluble mass of dark clouds shrouded the skies of the Northern Frontier.

Above the vast land, the Northern Kingdom was sealed in ice, and snow drifted for thousands of miles.

The fierce blizzards, mixed with snowflakes, kept falling from the sky. It was so gloomy that one couldn’t distinguish day from night nor east from west—the visibility was lost under such snowstorms.

Under the entire sky, one could only hear the ghostly howling of the wind, and the sounds of slaughter buried beneath the snow.

This was a makeshift encampment temporarily erected by the Black Scale Guards, with superficial Formation Patterns hastily inscribed by an accompanying Formation Master on the encampment’s walls. However, these Formation Patterns had already been destroyed, and tall dark figures continuously swept over the walls, raiding the camps.

In the midst of wind and snow, the entire encampment appeared so fragile.

The sounds of shouting, the clanging of iron weapons, the crisp twang of bows and crossbows releasing.

The countless bodies of the Barbarian Tribes and humans were buried under the heavy snow.

Flames flickered throughout the encampment, the once fierce fighting gradually cooled down as time passed......

On the heights of the hills outside the encampment, several towering figures, like iron towers, loomed in and out of view in the blizzard, looking down coldly at the human encampment below.

Time passed, and then,

"Crack——"

A giant foot clad in a horny layer stepped into the snow, crushing some buried object and producing a crisp sound.

The several "iron towers" standing on the hill slowly turned their gaze back, their eyes glowing blood-red in the blizzard, appearing rather sinister.

The newcomer was a member of the Barbarian Tribes, a burly figure standing eight feet tall, bathed in blood, with many of his bone spurs broken.

Upon seeing these towering figures, the Barbarian Tribesman placed his right hand over his chest and knelt down, performing a Barbarian Tribes’ ritual, and uttered a difficult language not of Dayan:

"King, Wu Yuan is not in the encampment, please punish me, Your Majesty."

After he spoke, none of the towering figures responded. Their deep blue eyes stared at the newcomer intensely.

Amid the mournful wind, a voice slowly emanated from behind the several tower-like figures.

The Barbarian Strange King, gazing at the encampment below that had become utterly silent:

"As expected, Guchen, it is already impressive that you managed to eliminate Wu Yuan’s battalion completely. Get up."

Upon hearing this, Guchen, the Barbarian Tribesman, didn’t get up but stayed on his knees.

The Barbarian Strange King slowly turned around, his gaze fixating on Guchen:

"You, it seems you have something else to say?"

Guchen took a deep breath, his clenched fists creaking, and said in a low and rapid voice:

"Your Majesty, if it were not for this auspicious snowfall, even though the encampment had only a little over five thousand people, my division would have had difficulty taking it down. In the Dali Mountain battle, we suffered the loss of forty thousand tribesmen just to barely withdraw. Now Marquis Wucheng of the Yan Dynasty has returned to Northern Border City and may at any moment march into the Northern Frontier. I urge Your Majesty to think thrice."

The haunting wind howled through the snowy night, and there was a silence on the hill.

Marquis Wucheng of Dayan was a nightmare looming over the heads of their Holy Race, his formidable reputation built over decades on the corpses of countless people of the Holy Race.

Unassailable.

With the Yan Dynasty now rallying an army reputed to be a million strong at the Northern Frontier, the best option was to quickly withdraw into the depths of the Northern Frontier using the heavy snow as cover.

Continuing the fight could put the entire Holy Race at risk of annihilation.

After a moment of silence,

The Barbarian Strange King did not respond directly to Guchen’s words:

"Take the meat from your conquests back to your tribes, and hand the Spiritual Blade weapons over to the High Priest. You may seek him out to receive a thousand Holy Weapons when transferring the arms. Get up."

His voice carried an imposing and resolute authority.

Guchen spoke no more, exhaled a puff of white mist, and slowly stood up to pay his respects:

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The wind continued to wail, and the Barbarian Strange King kept his gaze on the encampment below without any intention of speaking further.

Guchen glanced at the King’s back and suddenly spoke:

"Your Majesty, we’ve captured some prisoners as we broke camp. Would you like to see them?"

The Barbarian Strange King’s voice came coldly detached:

"Are there any among them of value?"

"There is a confidant of Wu Yuan."

"Wu Yuan?"

The Barbarian Strange King glanced down at the bone spur on his arm that had been chopped off, a deep murderous intent flashing through his eyes: "You may go now. I will take a look."

Guchen no longer spoke but bowed and left, his tall figure disappearing into the snowy night in an instant.

Time ticked by, and about the time it takes to brew a pot of tea passed,

from behind the Barbarian Strange King, a tower-like figure suddenly spoke in a deep and resonant voice:

"Your Majesty, the morale within the Holy Race is wavering. Are we truly not retreating?"

"...."

The Barbarian Strange King slowly seated himself beside the cliff of the hill, exhaling a murky breath that turned into dissipating white mist:

"Zahye, do you think we should retreat?"

The tower-like Barbarian named Zahye fell silent.

The Barbarian Strange King’s face, covered in a horny layer, seemed to smile as he scanned the few tower-like Barbarians around him:

"You can all speak. We have been playmates since childhood, feel free to speak your minds."

Zahye remained silent for a moment, glanced in the direction Guchen had left, and spoke in a low voice:

"This war with Dayan has already lasted four years, many tribes are exhausted. The spoils we have now would suffice for us to return to our ancestral lands to recuperate for more than ten years. The human craftsmen captured along the way could help us prepare more thoroughly for the next war."

"More thorough preparations?"

The Barbarian Strange King shook his head, filled with resignation, "How do you define more thorough preparations? More tribesmen? More holy weapons? Or more totem battle flags?

"Have you ever considered that even with more preparations, could we ever surpass the Yan Dynasty that occupies the Central Lands?"

No one spoke.

The Barbarian Strange King slowly raised his hand to catch a snowflake falling from the sky, feeling no chill.

His palm was covered in a layer of horny substance akin to a gauntlet.

Grown Barbarian men developed such a layer of hard horns, serving both as weapons for killing and as a means of insulating warmth evolved over the long cold years in this harsh land.

Thus, the snowflake in the palm of the Barbarian Strange King showed no signs of melting as he muttered to himself:

"In this land of the Northern Frontier, only one or two out of ten newborns of our Holy Race survive. Most perish from the bitter cold, from the lack of food, perishing throughout the twelve months of the year, during which the sun is seldom seen!"

The Barbarian Strange King casually pointed towards the south with his other hand:

"Zahye, have you ever been to the south of the Northern Border City?"

"...."

After a few moments of silence,

Zahye spoke with his deep, echoing voice:

"I have never been."

With a trace of reminiscence and longing in his blue eyes, the Barbarian Strange King said:

"This king has secretly been there. South of Northern Border City, the climate is warm, with endless supplies of water and food, beasts in the forests to hunt, fertile fields to cultivate, we could do all that we desire."

As he spoke,

The Barbarian Strange King clenched the snowflake in his gauntleted hand, stood up, and swept his gaze over his four trusted followers, each word deliberate:

"I want to lead our people to break through the impenetrable Northern Border City.

"Only in this way can our people survive, develop, and avoid having to resort to cannibalizing each other in these godforsaken snowfields for a bite of food!"