Chapter 200: A New War
Colluding with the Goblins before him might accelerate the extinction of the Centaur tribe.
But in any case, it was better than doing nothing.
Li ng sized up Margarita from head to toe and grinned.
"Very well, Margarita, you won’t regret today’s decision."
Margarita raised her head without much expression.
"Let’s hope so!"
Li ng patted the armrest of his reclining chair.
"Co here, closer to !"
Margarita stepped forward a few steps and lay down beside Li ng.
"Margarita, do you think there’s a chance to persuade other Savage Tribes in the Southern Wastelands to betray the Demons?"
Betray the Demons?
Margarita's expression changed slightly.
It was already rare courage to even consider such an act.
After all, the Great King was rely a Goblin—one loathed by all races.
"Great King, it all depends on what you can do!"
Li ng beca interested and grinned widely.
"Let’s hear it!"
Margarita lowered her head slightly, her voice resonating from the balcony.
"Great King, over the years, the wars between the Demons and Humans have caused heavy casualties among the tribes in the Southern Wastelands. Their submission to the Demons is out of helplessness, not genuine allegiance. If you approach them rely to suggest joining forces against the Demons, they likely won’t agree and may even report this to the Demons. After all, you are only a Goblin, and the fear of the Demons runs deep."
Li ng naturally understood the implication of Margarita’s words.
If the Goblins and Demons were placed side by side for the tribes of the Southern Wastelands to choose between, they would undoubtedly pick the Goblins.
"Great King, what are you capable of achieving?"
Margarita's gaze locked onto the Great King.
Li ng grinned again, extending his right hand to gently caress Margarita’s beautiful face.
Margarita blushed slightly but didn’t avert her gaze.
"I won’t march on the Irisis Principality. Instead, I plan to ambush the Demonic army from the rear when they attack the Ogre Mountain Garrison Fort, annihilating them completely and driving them out of the Southern Wastelands once and for all."
Margarita was taken aback by the Great King's plan.
She hadn’t expected him to disregard the alliance with the Demons and plan a betrayal at a critical mont.
Although it was shaless, if successful, it would yield the best possible result.
With a serious expression, Margarita nodded lightly.
"If the Great King can accomplish such a feat, then all that’s needed is for the tribes to betray the Demons at a critical mont. Giving them flexible options will make them reluctant to pass up even a slim opportunity."
The plight of the tribes in the Southern Wastelands wasn’t much better than that of the Centaurs.
Margarita believed they wouldn’t abandon the chance to drive the Demons out.
"Great King, I will attempt to persuade the tribal leaders and gauge their reactions."
Li ng’s hand, which had been gently caressing Margarita’s face, suddenly gripped her head.
He forcibly leaned in to kiss her crimson lips.
Faced with the Great King’s advancing face, Margarita blushed deeply.
"Mm!"
Li ng gave Margarita no chance to refuse, planting a domineering kiss on her lips.
The Lizardn maids nearby blushed, embarrassed by the scene.
How had a simple conversation turned into this?
After a long mont, Li ng finally released the panting Margarita.
Their eyes t, and Margarita’s chest heaved heavily.
"Do as you’ve said, and send ssengers to keep inford of developnts."
Margarita nodded lightly, her face flushed as she stood up.
"Great King, I... I’ll be going then!"
Li ng grinned and waved her off.
"Go ahead. After the war, give a little Goblin heir!"
Upon hearing this, Margarita trembled slightly.
Blushing, she gave a chest-clutching salute to Li ng before turning to leave.
"Master, I can monitor everything that happens on her side."
Xiao Bai’s voice echoed in Li ng’s mind.
Li ng wouldn’t kiss Margarita without reason.
During the kiss, a fragnt of Xiao Bai had entered Margarita’s body.
In other words, Margarita was now parasitized by Xiao Bai.
"Let’s hope everything goes smoothly!"
Looking at the dense treetops, Li ng thought to himself.
Causing trouble for the Demons was a decision he had made after careful consideration.
As for the subsequent Holy War, he would adapt as needed.
However, Li ng already had counterasures in mind.
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anwhile, on the other side, Margarita left the throne hall.
Walking through the forest, she touched her lips.
The Great King was indeed different from other Goblins.
Other Goblins had yellowed teeth and emitted a foul stench.
But the Great King had no odor, and even his teeth were enviably white.
Although he was sowhat ugly, the kiss had felt surprisingly good.
A sigh echoed through the forest, followed by the sound of galloping hooves.
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Ti flew, and the days passed like a fleeting shadow.
The day to march with the Demonic forces was drawing near.
With ti, the tranquility of the Throne Tribe was broken.
A month after issuing the rallying call, the tribe leaders arrived with their subordinates.
The eastern and northern military camps grew increasingly lively as the leaders settled in.
Finally, the Throne Tribe ushered in its day of departure.
Early in the morning, the Goblins' cheers resounded through the tribe.
"Great King! Great King!"
The deafening roars swept across the land like a tidal wave.
Outside the eastern gate, a massive Goblin army filled the wasteland.
Goblins of all sizes raised their weapons and cheered.
Among them were Big Goblins, Goblin Warriors, Goblin Braves, and Goblin Chiefs.
There were also snorting Goblin Boar Riders.
Nearly ten thousand Goblin Boar Riders were under the command of a Goblin General.
Their towering forms stretched across the field.
Within the Goblin army, enormous steel-clad figures stood out.
Cave Ogres in iron armor waved their spiked clubs, shouting excitedly.
Although they didn’t understand the Goblins’ chants, the atmosphere was infectious.
The larger Ogres remained silent.
More than twenty Ogres stood quietly near the wooden wall.
Additionally, the Goblin army boasted nurous war chariots, each powered by four wild boars.
Mounted on the chariots were triple-bow ballistae, the new war weapons known as "Ballista Chariots."
Hundreds of these chariots lined the battlefield.
Suddenly, the creaking of wood echoed as the massive eastern gate slowly opened.
Amidst the crowd’s anticipation, a colossal steel figure erged from the gate.
Clad in heavy gray iron armor and wielding a giant iron club, it left deep footprints with every step.
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