Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 345 - 247: Troops Make a Risky Move

Chapter 345: Chapter 247: Troops Make a Risky Move

"The People of Yan... The People of Yan’s flying Demonic Beasts are attacking! Inform the Chieftain!"

"Didn’t the King say that the grand army of Yan is deep in the snowfields? How dare these remnants venture out of the city?"

"Don’t panic! Prepare the sacred weaponry!"

The cumbersome and awkward language of the Barbarian Tribes rose and fell within the makeshift encampment.

Though naturally combative, the barbarians were not unfamiliar with fear.

The moment the Demonic Beasts of Dayan took flight, chaos inevitably descended upon the skies above the barbarian camp, and the confusion peaked after the formation of the smokescreen.

Through years of warfare, they had grown accustomed to the ever-emerging military equipment of the People of Yan, yet panic still spread through the camp when an unknown and brand-new piece of military hardware appeared.

At that time,

"Do not panic, the King foresaw this, follow the King’s sacred decree!"

"Is the sacred weaponry ready?!"

"Form the array and summon the Barbarian Totem!"

One after another, the resonant barbarian words rang out deafeningly.

As these sounds echoed, the chaotic barbarians finally remembered that the King had already arranged for what was to come.

Soon, order finally overcame chaos within the eastern encampment.

Just as chaos was being quelled, ferocious Demonic Beasts burst from the smokescreen chasm, one after another, stretching out like dark clouds, their massive maws roaring as they bore down on the barbarian camp.

"....."

In the midst of tense preparations for battle within the barbarian camp,

a young barbarian warrior standing outside the Chieftain’s tent stared blankly upward at the approaching Demonic Beasts, his hands covered in a tough, horn-like layer slightly trembling as he tightly grasped the sacred weapon, muttering phrases like "May the Barbarian God protect the Holy Race" between his dark lips.

As the Chieftain’s confidante, E’ji knew much more than the other tribespeople.

Ever since the King unified the tribes, the Holy Race had not been this powerful in a hundred years, mobilizing the entire race’s strength to seek a habitat to the south.

Initially, he believed that under the leadership of that King, everything for the Holy Race would go smoothly.

And indeed, it turned out to be true.

The mandate of heaven was with our Holy Race.

The People of Yan’s armies, once thought to be unconquerable by the old tribespeople, were actually weak and frail.

Under the King’s leadership, the Holy Race triumphed in every battle, smoothly making their way to the foot of Northern Border City.

However, from that point on, adverse battle conditions made E’ji realize that the situation seemed to have changed.

The cities of the People of Yan, though difficult to conquer, were not impregnable.

As long as the children of the Holy Race fought fearlessly, the towns under Yan’s control, guarded by those who feared death, could soon be taken.

But this Northern Border City...

It was like a realm of death.

As many as the Holy Race sent, so many would perish.

No exceptions.

Except for a few large-scale sieges using ice beast colossi, their assaults could not even reach the city walls.

And even so, the massive Northern Border City remained as impenetrable as a ravine in the heavens.

But up until that moment, he still believed that under the King’s leadership, the Holy Race remained victorious in every battle.

What followed completely shattered his belief.

That ugly woman, known as Princess Wu Yuan of the People of Yan, shattered their streak of victories.

And thereafter, it seemed the Holy Race’s mandate of heaven was lost.

In the retreat, over half of the Holy Race’s army of a million was lost.

For the first time, E’ji truly witnessed the might of the People of Yan that the tribe elders spoke of.

Not just the troops brought by the Yan Princess, but even the previously easily-routing Yan Border Army became unconquerable.

With equal numbers, their Holy Race’s children were almost entirely massacred in a one-sided slaughter.

And the Chieftain and the King appeared to have foresaw such a situation.

Even, he heard such words from the King’s mouth, "The depths of the snowfields cannot sustain so many citizens; it’s better that the useless die—there is no value in those who don’t fight. Only keep the experienced Elite Troops for the next war—it will be smoother."

This caused E’ji to start losing faith in that King.

The King’s previous displays of parental love for his subjects, his promises to secure a habitat for the Holy Race, all seemed so ironic in light of these words.

But as E’ji’s status in the war rose, he realized the King was still that same parent-like figure.

Survival of the fittest was the only way for the Holy Race to continue.

The old, the weak, those with poor talent had to die on the battlefield. The limited resources had to be concentrated on the stronger, more talented individuals, to engrain this hatred and fuel the next war.

And then the cycle would repeat.

This was the destiny of countless generations of the Holy Race.

To break this destiny, they had no choice but to head south.

Thinking thus,

E’ji looked at the Dayan Demonic Beasts in the sky drawing closer, his fists clenched so tightly that the horn-like layers in his palms began to deform.

But heading south was easier said than done.

In just a few months, the might of Dayan was etched into his bones.

Were it not for this auspicious snowfall, they would likely never have been able to surpass Northern Border City in their lifetime.

The King’s decision was risky; now counting the bodies of their own people, they had supplies to last only two months.

But for the future of the Holy Race’s children, they had to take risks, even if it meant risking the end of their lineage.

"Children of the Holy Race, follow me into battle!"

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Looking down from the sky, dust and smoke billowed, as if a sandstorm was approaching the city.

The vast Northern Border was nearly engulfed on three sides by thick smokescreens, except for the north side.

Even standing atop the mountainous city gate tower, Xu Yuan’s gaze was still met with nothing but a blanket of white.

Below the city tower, the earth-shattering sound of hoofbeats was Xu Yuan’s only way of sensing the battlefield.

His fiancée, who liked to wear chest wraps, must have already left the city.

Having been in this world for so long, Xu Yuan’s mentality had changed greatly, but facing war still made him tense.