Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 383 - 268 Holy City

Chapter 383: 268 Holy City

"My king, I’ve heard that someone in the tribe is spreading rumors that Marquis Wucheng has gone to the Extreme Black Lands?"

A somber voice rose within the cave, which served as the "temporary command tent" for the Barbarian Strange King.

Devoid of campfire or light, several towering silhouettes stood so tall they made the entire cavern seem cramped and confining.

As the king of a million people, the abode of the Barbarian King for discussing matters was shamefully austere.

After the words were spoken, there was a heavy silence.

One of the hulking shadows answered back with a muffled voice:

"Yes, king."

The Barbarian Strange King sat cross-legged on a cold, massive stone, slowly opening his deep blue eyes:

"Zhaye, how did this news spread among the tribal army?"

The chilling wind howled, and the snow drifting into the mouth of the cave made everything seem cold and dark.

Spreading rumors to destabilize the enemy’s morale has always been a tactic, but in the current situation, it was clearly unrealistic for Dayan to use Demonic Beasts to distribute leaflets, especially since there was no one to be found.

Zhaye said in a deep voice:

"King, the news was brought back to the main camp by the small squads of Wolf Cavalry that we sent to harass the Yan army."

"Brought back to the main camp?" The Barbarian Strange King’s eyebrows furrowed slightly upon hearing this, "Zhaye, remember that I specifically instructed you not to let the Wolf Cavalry that went out to harass the Yan army return to our formation. If a high-level Cultivator secretly followed the Wolf Cavalry back to camp and exposed the location of the main army, all would be in vain!"

Tens of thousands of troops seemed like a huge number, but in the vast lands of the Tianshui Continent, they were still insignificant as a single grain of sand in the sea.

The Barbarian King was confident he could wear down the Dayan Border Army to death in this snowstorm disaster.

But if he had pigs under his command...

Upon hearing the king’s words, Zhaye immediately knelt down and explained:

"King, they did not directly bring the news back to the main camp, but it was revealed during casual conversations among the tribe members when they were exchanging meat supplies."

The Barbarian Strange King’s voice took on a hint of anger:

"Why would there be anyone going out to distribute supplies when I have already stored up so much meat at various locations in advance?"

Dayan firmly held the advantage of people, so they had to make the most of the elements.

The Barbarian Strange King was well aware of this.

For this reason, he had already made arrangements early on when the Imperial Court’s Elite Troops were deployed southward.

Avoid their sharp edges, hover and do not strike.

Zhaye instinctively glanced at a burly Barbarian beside him, but in the next moment, the voice of the Barbarian Strange King came through, a bit colder:

"While I rest here to heal my wounds, do you take my orders as if mere wind passing by your ears?"

At the same time, the Barbarian Strange King released the terrifying pressure encompassing him.

The several hulking Barbarians inside the cave all immediately dropped to their knees under this aura.

Zhaye took a deep breath, performed a Barbarian ceremonial gesture, and said somewhat strenuously:

"King, there were people among the Wolf Cavalry who were injured, and the people from the Sacrificial Tribe were entrusted to treat them."

With these words, the Barbarian Strange King fell silent, lifting his one arm and rubbing his brow with the hard keratin at his fingertip. His voice was cold:

"Is it... the offspring of tribal nobility?"

"Mhm."

"..."

After these words were spoken, silence fell upon the cave.

The Barbarians were warlike, and for the sake of vital resources, they could cold-bloodedly discard the elderly, the weak, and the disabled, but this did not mean they lacked the concept of bloodlines.

Ordinary tribesmen who did not heal from injuries would be directly deprived of sufficient military rations, but not the offspring of the noble elite.

Zhaye was very clear about this, but he was even clearer that the "king," with his iron-blooded nature, would not allow such exceptions to occur.

After unifying the Holy Race, the worth of every person within the tribe was judged based on their contribution.

The king’s own offspring returned seriously wounded from battle and, given his distinguished status, could have been afforded vast and precious resources for his recovery, yet the king had directly ordered to abandon him.

"His worth does not justify such a cost to the Holy Race; returning to the ancestral gods is the best outcome for him."

Zhaye, slightly anxious upon remembering these cold words that had once resounded in his ears, watched as a murderous intent began to surface in the eyes of the Barbarian King.

Given the current situation, the Holy Race could not withstand another purge.

Eventually, the murderous intent in the eyes of the Barbarian Strange King turned into a long sigh, and his voice bore a trace of weariness:

"You wish to have your offspring toughened yet fear their loss in battle... Enough, the urgent priority is not to investigate who is to blame. Immediately order that this news be sealed, not to let it disturb the morale of the troops."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Zhaye instantly responded, glancing sideways at a burly Barbarian beside him.

After a moment of eye contact,

the burly Barbarian performed a courtesy and quickly left the cave.

Silence returned to the cave,

and Zhaye, observing the fluctuating expressions of the Barbarian King, asked with a bow:

"King, this message has already spread within the Kue Tribe and the royal courtyards. May I know whether the message is true?"

Heavy-hearted as iron within, yet outwardly composed, the Barbarian Strange King replied:

"The People of Yan seek to disrupt our tribal army’s morale, forcing us to engage in a decisive battle; we must not fall into their trap."

Upon hearing this,

Zhaye, who grew up with the Barbarian King as a brother, seemed to understand something. He remained silent for a while before suddenly speaking out:

"Yiting, Gongxiong, both of you, leave us."

"......"

After a quiet moment, the other two Barbarians also paid their respects and departed.

For a while, only the Barbarian Strange King and Zhaye remained in the cave.

Seeing this, the Barbarian Strange King’s tone softened slightly, his indifferent voice carrying a hint of a smile:

"Zhaye, if you wish to reminisce, isn’t it better to wait until I have fully recovered?"

Zhaye slowly stood up, his gaze fixed on the Barbarian Strange King:

"King, you know I’m a straightforward person, so I’ll just ask directly."

"......"

The Barbarian Strange King’s eyes sharpened, and after a moment’s sigh, he uttered one word: "Ask."