Lanling was right.
If you want countless people to join you, you must prove your power and have enough strength to protect them.
If the Fla Demon Tribe wants to beco strong, they must win this battle.
Once they defeat the thirty thousand allied forces of Alfonso and Konstantin, Lanling’s reputation will shock the entire Silver Alliance.
At that ti, the Fla Demon Tribe will proclaim their agenda, indicating their willingness to accept any kind and just exiles, asserting that the Fla Demon Tribe is the holand of all the Near-Human Tribe and so on.
Then, the exiles within several hundred miles, the Near-Human Tribe hiding and scattered, and the exiled indigenous Barbarian Tribes will not need any solicitation, they will flock to them.
So, the great battle in thirty-five days is a massive advertisent.
Moreover, a thousand against thirty thousand is an incredibly huge gimmick.
"But we simply can’t win," Duoduo shouted loudly. "A thousand against thirty thousand, we can’t win even in a dream, no matter how amazing you are, you can’t win."
Lanling looked at Duoduo calmly and said, "We can win."
Duoduo said, "It’s simply impossible; just because you say we can win doesn’t an we can win."
Lanling said, "In fact, what I’m worried about is not the first great battle a month from now. It’s the second great battle afterward."
"The second great battle?" Duoduo was astonished.
Lanling said, "After Alfonso and Konstantin are defeated, the Silver Alliance will certainly send troops. By then, the allied army of thirteen tribes will not be just twenty to thirty thousand; it could be as many as a hundred thousand troops. By that ti, I will need to recruit countless exiles, to recruit werewolves, leopard people, and especially the centaur, this natural ace cavalry tribe."
The Centaur Tribe, one of the most troubleso and powerful indigenous tribes in the Southern Barbaric Lands.
They are natural cavalry, incredibly fast, imnsely powerful, with archery skills that far surpass other Barbarians. Generally, any tribe’s hunting team would choose to avoid the centaur team if encountered.
However, usually, the Centaur Tribe is free and scattered, likes plundering, and most importantly, their numbers are scarce, with the largest group being only a few hundred riders. Otherwise, they might have beco the rulers of the Southern Barbaric Lands.
After hearing Lanling’s words, Duoduo felt utterly ridiculous, almost bursting into laughter.
You can’t win the first battle, and yet Lanling worried about the second battle. It was truly laughable.
"You only have a thousand people, how can you win against thirty thousand?" Duoduo asked.
Lanling said, "I can’t tell you that, I can only tell you, I can win."
Duoduo, flushed with anger, laughed and said, "Alright, let’s make a bet. I bet you can’t win. If you lose, we’ll all die together. If you win... I’ll marry my daughter to you."
At this mont, Duo Ning walked in from outside. Hearing her father Duoduo’s words, her face imdiately turned red, followed by a cold glare at her father,
Marry Lanling, this bastard? Impossible, she’d rather die.
"I don’t agree to this wager," Lanling said. "In the future, I will continue to sleep with won, but either like sleeping with Konstantin’s wife or like sleeping with Nini’an. To truly marry them ho, unless there is great benefit, I won’t marry because marriage brings imnse responsibility."
Upon hearing this, Duo Ning’s body trembled with rage.
Lanling’s words were shaless, obviously aning he was willing to sleep with them but not take responsibility.
Even though she was unwilling to marry Lanling, being belittled like this made her furious.
"If you can win the battle against the allied forces of Konstantin and Alfonso a month from now, I will lead the remaining hundred brothers of the Wild Horse Tribe and fully join the Fla Demon Tribe. I’ll recognize you as my chieftain," Duoduo said.
Lanling had finally been waiting for these words.
He imdiately grinned, extended his hand, and said, "Deal."
"Deal." Duoduo extended his hand and clapped it with Lanling’s.
...
These years, Black Widow ng Tuoluo had a very difficult ti.
Since she had a falling out with Zhi Li, she led the Viper Tribe over the Hundred Thousand Mountains, entering the Northern Barbaric Lands.
In the Northern Barbaric Lands, her tribe was just too weak and had to depend on a strong Barbarian Hamr Tribe.
Though the days of living under soone else’s roof were hard, they managed to get by, only she had to give up a lot, such as dignity and other things.
However, even such a life lasted rely a little over three years.
Princess Na Xue of the Motuo Empire led an army of 300,000 and swept over all the tribes within a two-thousand-mile radius, including the powerful Barbarian Hamr Tribe.
And ng Tuoluo’s Viper Tribe beca like eggs under a toppled nest.
With one order from Princess Na Xue, the entire ten thousand people of the Barbarian Hamr Tribe, along with several thousand Viper Tribe mbers, were slaughtered completely.
This princess was the nightmare of the entire Northern Barbaric Lands.
At sixteen, she began leading troops in battles, killing countless people.
In the last five or six years, she wiped out over hundreds of tribes, slaughtering at least a million Barbarians.
Rumor has it that anyone standing next to her would be so overwheld by her killing aura that they’d lose control of their bowels.
The Motuo Empire now has eight commanders, two in each of the four directions, east, south, west, and north. Princess Na Xue is responsible for the northeastern expansion and is the commander of the 500,000-strong northeastern corps.
That is to say, the entire barbaric region south of the Rage Wave Kingdom’s border is her warzone.
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