World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1138 - 511: Humiliation, military honors list published!

Chapter 1138: 511: Humiliation, military honors list published!

Lanling knew that the Wild Horse Tribe was in a dire crisis and might seek him out.

But he hadn’t expected the woman to act so quickly, sneaking into the Chimera Tribe’s military camp and entering his tent in the dead of night.

From this, it was evident how little the Barbaric Wilderness valued spiritual power.

If this were a military camp in the Human Kingdom, with a dozen spiritual adepts stationed, there’d be no way for someone to sneak into the camp.

Feeling the cold blade against his neck, Lanling couldn’t help but say, "It was Du Yan who killed your brother. If you want revenge, you should go after him."

The Wild Horse Chief’s daughter said coldly, "I can’t beat him. Otherwise, I’d have killed him already."

Picking the softest target, huh? Straightforward, I’ll give her that!

"Then why are you coming to me?" Lanling said coldly.

The Wild Horse Chief’s daughter retorted, "You killed so many of our brothers."

"Life and death on the battlefield—are we truly going to settle personal grudges over that?" Lanling sneered. "And besides, my uncle showed mercy and spared you and your father. What about that?"

At that, the Wild Horse Chief’s daughter’s eyes twitched, her curved blade trembling slightly in her hand.

Seeing her reaction, Lanling felt a surge of sly delight.

A girl with a sense of shame is easier to manipulate.

Girls like Nini’an are problematic—cold, shameless, selfish, and ruthless, with no room for sentiment. Without a concrete benefit, there’s almost nothing that can move her.

But the girl before him seemed more like her father, Duoduo, in temperament.

The Wild Horse Chief Duoduo was a stereotypical leader of the Barbaric Wilderness—might makes right, brash and domineering, but also straightforward. The moment Konstantin declared war, he had charged in head-on with 10,000 troops—your classic "no guts, no glory" type!

The result? Konstantin and the Ankara Tribe, those wily foxes, had plotted against him. Of his 10,000-strong main force, more than 5,000 were killed, leaving only 4,000 battered troops.

And with his hometown on the brink of being overrun, it was truly a tragic state of affairs.

"Hmph, hiding behind a mask the whole time—don’t even dare to show your true face?" Lanling sneered.

The Wild Horse Chief’s daughter bit down hard and ripped off the leather mask covering her face, revealing her features.

So, she really can’t take a taunt!

This girl—aside from her eyes, which resembled those of the Rakshasa Tribe—looked quite like someone from the Near-Human Tribe. Her nose wasn’t overly long, and her ears weren’t excessively pointed.

Her wheat-colored skin was smooth and flawless.

How could one describe her face? It was sexy, fiery!

Yes, her face could indeed be called fiery and alluring.

For example, Zhong Liti’s face was a perfect match for such a description—her full, luscious lips exuded a blazing charm.

And the face of the woman in front of him had a rebellious, fiery beauty to it as well.

Especially her eyes—sharp as knives, looking at everyone like they were her mortal enemy.

And those lips—like flower petals soaked in blood, like flames raging, irresistibly tempting for a kiss.

This kind of girl—stubborn, spirited, strong-willed, and fierce, full of a sense of honor.

But Lanling wasn’t interested, just as he wasn’t interested in Nini’an. Facing girls like her, he lacked both patience and interest.

In the Barbaric Wilderness, he would find women, and he would marry women.

But he would marry women like Dina—pure-hearted, skilled in combat, fierce on the surface but gentle inside, capable of taking good care of his life.

Even though Dina wasn’t as beautiful as the woman in front of him, nor as stunning as Nini’an.

Lanling felt spiritually drained; he had no desire or patience left to conquer this leopard-like woman before him.

But back to the matter at hand—Lanling’s life was still in her hands.

"What’s your name?" Lanling asked.

The woman pressed the knife against him harder, slicing a shallow cut across his neck.

Lanling closed his eyes, worried that he might unintentionally reveal killing intent.

His patience was running thinner and thinner. If he were the one holding the upper hand, he would’ve likely just ordered her death already.

"You want me to go with you to the Wild Horse Tribe and help you fight battles, right?" Lanling asked.

"Yes." The Wild Horse Chief’s daughter responded.

"You’re asking me, aren’t you? Are you a princess of the Flame Demon Empire? A princess of the Motuo Empire? Is your name so noble and exalted? You’re just the daughter of a chief from a soon-to-be-destroyed tribe. You’re begging me for help, and yet won’t even tell me your name?" Lanling sneered coldly. "Where do you get your sense of self-importance?"

The Wild Horse Chief’s daughter’s face twitched as she said, "Because your life is in my hands."

"Then do it," Lanling said coldly.

"Don’t think I won’t!" the Wild Horse Chief’s daughter said icily.

"You won’t. If you don’t dare to act, it only proves that you’re the offspring of your father mating with a bitch!" Lanling retorted.

Lanling’s words were venomous to the extreme, and the Wild Horse Chief’s daughter wanted nothing more than to chop off his head.

But Lanling was right—she truly didn’t dare, and she couldn’t.

"My name is Duo Ning," the woman said.

Lanling, after converting it to human pronunciation, asked in human language, "Which Ning?"

The woman paused in surprise before replying in human language, "The ’Ning’ from ’lemon tree.’ My father met my mother under a lemon tree."

"Oh." Lanling’s voice softened slightly, as Suo Ningbing’s name also contained a "Ning." Though the character was different, the pronunciation was the same.

Then Lanling continued, "Konstantin tried to win me over by offering his daughter Nini’an in marriage to me. If you want me to side with the Wild Horse Tribe, what terms are you offering?"