After returning from the Earth Rakshasa Clan, the Little Rakshasa King became extremely busy.
He needed to receive the leaders of one mercenary army after another.
Because the main elite forces of the Demon Clan Alliance were deployed along the border of the Rakshasa Clan, the Little Rakshasa King, as Crown Prince, had no authority to mobilise the main army of the Rakshasa Clan.
The only troops he could mobilise were his directly subordinate forces, ten thousand Dragonhawk Knights, three thousand Ghost Ray Knights, and five hundred Black Blood Riders.
This was already an extremely powerful airborne army, even far surpassing all the airborne forces in the territory of the Black Demon Banner.
But he felt that it was still far from enough, so he spent an astronomical amount of resources to find dozens of airborne mercenary armies.
What were airborne mercenaries?
They were actually some indigenous barbarian tribes, some airborne bandits.
For example, the notorious Harpies, Vulture Griffins, Evil Wing Clan, and so on.
These races were not quite beasts, nor could they be considered barbarians, and they were not quite demons either, so they had a separate term, known as the Monster Races.
All the Monster Races were extremely savage, completely impossible to civilise, and took pleasure in slaughtering and plundering.
Yet now, the Little Rakshasa King had summoned the chiefs of seventeen notorious airborne Monster Races to the Little Rakshasa King’s residence.
What was very strange was that these chiefs of the airborne Monster Races were actually extremely well behaved in front of the Little Rakshasa King, without their usual rudeness and vulgarity.
The Harpy chief normally loved spitting the most, spitting at least three times a minute, while the Evil Wing Clan chief’s favourite thing was to defecate into the air.
But now, every airborne Monster Race chief sat properly, forcibly suppressing their various bad habits as they listened to the Little Rakshasa King speak.
Of the seventeen airborne Monster Race chiefs, apart from the Harpy chief who could not resist throwing disgusting flirtatious looks at the Little Rakshasa King, every single one remained very quiet.
None of these airborne Monster Race chiefs cared about hygiene, and they also had all sorts of strange habits, so the stench coming from their bodies was simply unbearable.
You could smell the stench from any one of these airborne Monster Race chiefs from a hundred metres away.
And now, with seventeen of them gathered together, the stench was almost suffocating.
Yet the Little Rakshasa King had a face as white as jade and was completely spotless. He showed no reaction at all, continuing to drink tea and chat with an unchanged expression.
“One more chief has not arrived yet. I don’t know whether it will come or not. Let’s wait another quarter of an hour,” the Little Rakshasa King said.
Only five minutes later, the Little Rakshasa King suddenly said, “It’s here!”
Indeed, it had arrived, because a bloody stench could be smelled from more than a thousand metres away. By the time it reached outside the door, the entire ground was trembling, and it even blocked out the sun.
It was a gigantic creature.
“The door is too small. I can’t get in…” the newcomer said. Although it had deliberately lowered its voice, it still shook people’s hearts as if they were about to burst.
The door of the Little Rakshasa King’s palace was eight metres high, yet it still could not enter.
The Little Rakshasa King calmly said, “Then tear down the door. I believe that would be effortless for you.”
The newcomer hesitated for a while. It chose not to tear down the door, but instead bent down and hunched its body as it walked in.
It… was actually a werewolf.
An eleven-metre-tall werewolf, with fangs nearly a foot long and claws on all four limbs sharper than daggers.
This was the Blood Wolf King, a werewolf king rarely seen in a thousand years, whose name struck fear into countless people.
As everyone knew, werewolves did not have their own tribes.
Every werewolf lived among ordinary wolf packs. Because a high concentration of demonic bloodline within their bodies caused genetic mutations, only one werewolf would appear among roughly two hundred wolves on average.
A normal wolf pack basically never had more than seventy or eighty wolves, which meant that it was impossible for two werewolves to appear in a single wolf pack.
Therefore, every werewolf was a solitary being.
Werewolves were extremely powerful, but because they were vastly outnumbered, once a werewolf was discovered by a certain tribe, its only fate was to be hunted down and bled to death.
This resulted in a peculiar situation. Werewolves were no less powerful than centaurs, and were even more savage, yet for thousands of years, the werewolf race had never become powerful.
It was because werewolves had never lived in groups. There had never been a werewolf tribe or werewolf clan.
This situation only changed a few years ago.
Because a Blood Wolf King, rarely seen in a thousand years, had appeared.
Throughout its life, it constantly searched for other werewolves, defeated them, and conquered them.
In just ten years, it had actually built a werewolf tribe from nothing.
Although its werewolf tribe had only slightly more than twenty thousand members, it had brought an enormous disaster to the entire Demon Realm.
When the Blood Wolf King led its people into the territory of the Rakshasa Clan, it killed at least several hundred thousand Rakshasa people, which enraged the Rakshasa King greatly.
As for the centaurs, because of the legend of the World Destroying Whip, the Rakshasa King could still tolerate them. But regarding the werewolf disaster, the Rakshasa King had absolutely no tolerance.
Therefore, he intended to send the most elite Ghost Ray Legion to destroy this werewolf tribe.
It was the Little Rakshasa King who stopped all of this and went alone to negotiate with the werewolf tribe.
Everyone thought the Crown Prince’s actions were absurd. Werewolves were basically beasts and were completely impossible to negotiate with.
However, what left everyone utterly astonished was that he actually succeeded in negotiating and even signed a peace treaty.
From then on, the werewolf tribe and the Rakshasa Clan would not interfere with each other. The werewolf tribe would never again slaughter people or invade Rakshasa territory, and the two sides even began large-scale trade.
This time, when the Little Rakshasa King convened the Monster Race conference, he sent an invitation to the Blood Wolf King, but the other party gave no response.
Unexpectedly, at the final moment, this Blood Wolf King, rarely seen in a thousand years, still appeared.
When it arrived, the other seventeen Monster Race chiefs clearly became more cautious with their breathing, and their waists bent slightly lower.
There were also different levels among the Monster Races. The chiefs present had either personally experienced or at least heard of the Blood Wolf King’s strength, and it had even established an entire racial tribe from nothing.
“Everyone is here, so let’s begin!” the Little Rakshasa King said. “I have already told everyone that a great war is about to erupt within the Demon Realm. The Heavenly Rakshasa King has established the Demon Empire Unified Front and intends to conquer the entire southern wilderness. My father and several other Demon Kings believe that the first target of the Heavenly Rakshasa King will be the Rakshasa Clan. I think their first target will be the Earth Rakshasa Clan.”
He spoke in very plain language, making sure that every Monster Race chief present could understand him clearly.
“Although they are wrong, I cannot overpower them because I am not in control. I can only watch helplessly as the Demon Clan Alliance deploys its main army along the Rakshasa Clan’s border, and watch helplessly as the Earth Rakshasa Clan’s defences become empty, making it very likely that they will be easily crushed by the Demon Empire Unified Front,” the Little Rakshasa King said. “But I cannot simply stand by and do nothing, so I can only send my directly subordinate army there. But that is merely a drop in the ocean, far from enough. What should I do? I thought of all of you!”
At this moment, the Blood Wolf King said, “In other words, you want to place the main responsibility for resisting the Demon Empire Unified Front on our shoulders.”
“Yes,” the Little Rakshasa King said.
The Blood Wolf King said, “But we are not the Rakshasa Clan, nor are we any other Demon Clan, and even less are we members of the Demon Clan Alliance. This is your war, yet you want us to shed blood. We are not demons, yet you want us to fight for the Demon Clan Alliance?”
“Yes,” the Little Rakshasa King said.
“Why?” the Blood Wolf King asked.
The Little Rakshasa King thought for a moment and said, “There is no reason. It is entirely up to you.”
The Blood Wolf King asked, “What will happen as a result of the great war?”
The Little Rakshasa King said, “You will suffer countless casualties, and you may even be completely wiped out.”
The Blood Wolf King asked, “Then what benefits do we get? Will your Rakshasa Clan recognise our status? Will you give us equal treatment?”
The Little Rakshasa King said, “That is impossible, because my father is in power now. Even if I take over in the future, it will still be very difficult to give you equal status, because many of your races really are terrible.”
This Little Rakshasa King was truly honest to an extreme. He did not even bother making empty promises.
The Blood Wolf King said, “Then there must at least be some benefit, right?”
The Little Rakshasa King said, “How about this? Anything in the Little Rakshasa King’s residence, apart from people, you can take whatever you value. My treasury, my armaments depot, my treasure vault, you can move them all away.”
The Blood Wolf King said, “Then what are we fighting for? There must at least be a reason.”
The Little Rakshasa King said, “If you insist on having a reason, then fight for dignity, so that everyone can see clearly that you are not that terrible?”
The Blood Wolf King’s face twitched, and the expressions of the chiefs present all became somewhat unpleasant.
Although you are the incomparably noble Little Rakshasa King, you cannot just tell the truth so bluntly.
The Blood Wolf King said coldly, “If a second person dares to tell me such blunt truths to my face, I will tear them apart.”
The Little Rakshasa King said, “All right, I have said everything. Whether you go or not is up to you.”
The entire hall fell silent, and almost every Monster Race chief looked towards the Blood Wolf King.
Because it was the strongest and most formidable.
The Blood Wolf King closed its eyes and thought for a long time before saying, “I will join, but I can only take half of the werewolf warriors in my tribe at most. I cannot listen to your persuasion and let my entire race be wiped out.”
“Thank you!” the Little Rakshasa King said.
There were some words that the Blood Wolf King did not say.
Because the werewolf race owed the Little Rakshasa King an enormous debt of gratitude.
As everyone knew, werewolves were created through genetic mutations because wolves possessed a very high concentration of demonic bloodline.
In other words, werewolves were completely born naturally. Moreover, male and female werewolves could not produce offspring with each other.
Yet our great Little Rakshasa King, the shepherd, had solved this historic problem. After years of tireless research, five years ago, the first little werewolf born from a male and female werewolf had grown up healthily, and it had displayed tremendous strength.
This meant that the werewolf race could continue to reproduce.
Other Monster Races also owed the Little Rakshasa King some debts of gratitude to varying degrees.
Therefore, the Little Rakshasa King did indeed achieve results during the time he spent staring blankly every day. Everyone thought he was a master of martial arts.
Yet they did not know that he was also an astronomer, artist, shepherd, alchemist, politician, mystic, energy scientist, and many other things.
Among all these disciplines, his martial arts cultivation should actually be among the lower ranks.
Yet almost everyone believed that martial arts was his strongest field, because he was simply too… too powerful.
After the Blood Wolf King declared its support, the other seventeen Monster Race chiefs also expressed their positions one after another. They were all willing to send half of their warriors to the Earth Rakshasa Clan’s defensive line.
When they agreed, they themselves felt bewildered.
Was there something wrong with my brain? Why am I willing to sacrifice and shed blood for a war that has little to do with me?
Could it really be for the so-called dignity?
But what exactly was dignity?
Without a doubt, most of these Monster Race chiefs were naturally neurotic.
They were cruel, greedy, rude, and vulgar, but they did not possess particularly deep schemes.
There were two main reasons why they agreed. The first was that the Blood Wolf King had agreed.
The second reason, and the greatest reason, was the Little Rakshasa King’s charisma.
In the eyes of these neurotic Monster Races, if I like you, anything is possible. If I dislike you, I will kill your entire family in minutes.
The Little Rakshasa King stood up meticulously and bowed to the eighteen Monster Race chiefs present.
“Thank you.”
Thus, he and the eighteen Monster Race chiefs present made a verbal agreement. Five days later, the Monster Race army would assemble outside Rakshasa City and then head towards the Earth Rakshasa Clan’s defensive line.
Among them, the Blood Wolf King would serve as the commander of the Monster Race allied army.
……
The Blood Wolf King and the seventeen Monster Race chiefs had already left for quite some time, yet the Little Rakshasa King was still sitting on his throne, staring blankly.
His wife, Princess Nishang, forcibly endured her urge to vomit as she entered, because the air here was simply too foul. She leaned against her husband’s chest and said softly, “Husband, even if you save the situation by doing this, no one will thank you. Instead, they will hate you even more. Because all six Demon Kings were wrong, and you alone were right. You have slapped everyone’s faces.”
The Little Rakshasa King lazily said, “They are outdated faces. So what if I slap them?”
Princess Nishang said angrily, “Hey, my father is among them, and so is your father.”
The Little Rakshasa King said, “As their son, I don’t mind, so you don’t need to mind too much either.”
“Annoying…” Princess Nishang said coquettishly.
Just then, an ear-piercing drumbeat suddenly sounded outside the Little Rakshasa King’s residence.
Someone had struck the Hell-Splitting Drum, and the deafening drumbeats resounded throughout Rakshasa City.
This represented a huge crisis. Normally, the Hell-Splitting Drum would only be sounded when a Demon Banner territory below rebelled, or when there was a large-scale invasion by an external enemy.
“Who is it? Bring them in,” the Little Rakshasa King said.
A moment later, the nephew of the Rakshasa King, the fourth successor in line to the royal family, the son of the royal family elder Mokan, Marquis Beiling, appeared in the main hall of the Rakshasa King’s residence.
His entire body was covered in blood, and several hundred people followed behind him.
He held a bloody head in his hand. The head had an incomparably beautiful face. It was none other than the so-called Princess Yudie, who had married Lan Ling not long ago.
“Bang!”
More than a dozen human skins and dozens of heads were thrown directly onto the floor of the main hall, filling the air with a soaring smell of blood!
Marquis Beiling knelt upright and said, “Your Highness the Crown Prince, Lan Ling, Lord of the Flame Demon Banner, killed Princess Yudie and slaughtered royal family servants. This is tantamount to rebellion. Your Highness, please immediately send troops to destroy him!”
Immediately afterwards, the several hundred people behind him also knelt down in unison.
These people were all second and third generation members of the Rakshasa Royal Family.
Under Marquis Beiling’s manipulation, Lan Ling’s actions had shocked the entire Rakshasa Royal Family!