1079: 490: Engaged to Dina!
Hellish Training!
1079: 490: Engaged to Dina!
Hellish Training!
“Child, are you out of your mind?”
In response to Lanling’s words, Suo Mo spoke the most intense words he had ever uttered since they had known each other.
When he said those words, Lanling imdiately discerned that this uncle before him shared almost identical personality traits with his father, Suo Long.
Loyalty, absolute integrity, and an extrely high moral standard.
Even in the Barbaric Wilderness, such standards were deeply engraved in their minds and bloodlines.
This was their limitation, but also their greatness.
Over the past twenty-plus years, Count Suo Long was practically the pillar of the Rage Wave Kingdom, a legendary military general of his generation.
In terms of accomplishnts earned or his prestige in the military, Count Suo Long surpassed even Duke Turing Tuo.
Yet, throughout his life, Count Suo Long dedicated himself entirely to King Zibian and the Rage Wave Kingdom.
He never sought to elevate his own rank nor acquire even an inch of territory for his family.
Even after becoming paralyzed, even after his king was rendered powerless, his Suo Family still almost faced complete ruin.
It could be said that without the sudden rise of New Solon, the Suo Family would have long been obliterated, and Tianshui City would have already been annexed by Zhi Li.
Moreover, even after arriving in this world, Lanling hadn’t heard much of Count Suo Long’s fa, far less than the resounding na of Duke Turing Tuo.
Later, he only learned about Count Suo Long through King Zibian, Eunuch Gao Yin, and Princess Zhi Yan of the Ruins, and realized what an extraordinary figure he was.
Suo Mo before him was the sa.
They were all bound by their moral codes, even though his na contained the character “Mo,” aning demon.
Lanling looked earnestly at Suo Mo and said, “Uncle, I am not insane; on the contrary, I’m very clear-headed.
You owe Constantine nothing.
You have already repaid his kindness for taking you in—you saved his life.”
Suo Mo replied, “We, the Foreign Tribe Army, are a part of the Chira Tribe.
Constantine is our lord.
Are you asking us to betray our lord?
Treachery has always been the most shaful act.”
“Ha-ha…” Lanling let out a cold laugh.
“Has Uncle ever heard of this saying?”
“Please, enlighten ,” Suo Mo said.
Lanling said, “If a ruler treats as a worthy statesman, I shall reciprocate as a worthy statesman!
If a ruler treats as a re passer-by, I shall treat them as a re passer-by!
If a ruler treats as worthless, I shall treat them as an enemy!”
The truth is the truth at all tis; it always has the power to move people.
Hearing these words, Suo Mo’s face twitched slightly.
In many parts of the Barbaric Wilderness, life remained primitive and backward.
However, the Dragon Emperor had, over three thousand years ago, established the Fla Demon Empire in the Barbaric Wilderness, sowing the seeds of civilization in this land.
Therefore, many of the Near-Human Tribe were literate.
Suo Mo, of course, understood the shocking force of this sentence.
“Constantine regards you and the entire Foreign Tribe Army as less than worthless, treating you entirely like pigs and dogs, like slaves,” Lanling said.
Suo Mo replied, “But he did take us in, giving us a place to stay, and we are no longer holess and wandering.
Even the worst stability is better than the best exile.”
Lanling said, “The Foreign Tribe Army has fought and bled for him, risked life and limb for him.
How many lives have the Foreign Tribe Army sacrificed for Constantine over the past decade?
Thousands?
Tens of thousands?
Every year the Foreign Tribe Army provides him with how much food, how many minerals?
The Chira Tribe no longer has their flying beasts; why can they still dominate within hundreds of miles?
It’s because he has the Foreign Tribe Army to exploit endlessly!”
Suo Mo said, “Yes, the Foreign Tribe Army lives poorly, but at least we’re alive.
We have a place to sleep and food to eat every day.”
“And what about dignity?” Lanling asked.
“There’s a saying: ‘Give liberty, or give death.’ And dignity is an even more fundantal need than liberty.
Without dignity, a person is no better than a walking corpse.”
“It is I who have no dignity,” Suo Mo said loudly.
“I try my utmost to ensure my brothers can live with so semblance of dignity.”
Lanling felt an overwhelming sorrow upon hearing this.
Indeed, when soone insulted Suo Mo personally, he would silently endure the humiliation.
Yet, when soone insulted Dina or Lanling, he would step forward to shield them, defending their dignity.
Evidently, this extended not only to Dina and Lanling, but also to every mber of the Foreign Tribe Army.
Anyone could insult him, but no one was allowed to insult the Foreign Tribe Army.
“That’s because you’re still alive,” Lanling said.
“But what if one day you’re no longer here?
Or what if Constantine dies, and that fool Constantine II takes power?”
Suo Mo’s face twitched violently.
At his age, with his experiences, he no longer cared about his own life and death.
In fact, from the mont his wife and daughter passed away, he had already considered himself dead.
He was living purely for others—for Dina, for the Foreign Tribe Army, and now, for Lanling as well.
Lanling’s words pierced directly into his heart.
Yes, if he died, then what?
Who would protect the Foreign Tribe Army?
Though Constantine was cunning, he was intelligent.
During his reign, he would not take drastic actions against the Foreign Tribe Army.
But if he were to die, and Constantine II took power, could the Foreign Tribe Army expect any tolerance?
The answer was essentially no.
Suo Mo said, “Lanling, do you know that part of the energy in our bloodline cos from the food we eat?
The demon beasts’ at we consu contains demonic power.
And do you know what the Foreign Tribe Army eats?
Just barely enough to stave off starvation!
That’s why the Foreign Tribe Army has nothing apart from its fearlessness of death.
We wield the worst weapons, our combat strength is far inferior to the Chira Tribe’s army, and we number just over a thousand, while the Chira Tribe boasts ten thousand warriors.
Rebellion would only lead to a dead end.”
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