Ultragene Warlord

Chapter 465: A Meal for You

At that moment, Suiyue was tussling with an old sura in his tent.

The sura murmured apologetically, "Your highness, I apologize for slowing you down. It's because of us older fighters that the procession is going so slowly—otherwise, you'd have been in Renhuang by now."

Suiyue fondled the old sura's white strands of hair. "Don't be a fool—I care far more about you all than Renhuang."

"Your highness!" The old sura lay against Suiyue, touched by what he had said.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from outside the tent. "Your highness, an arrow was shot toward your tent, with a message folded around it!"

Suiyue replied irritably, "Burn it!"

"Wait, your highness! What if there's important information inside?"

Suiyue scoffed. "What information could be more important than spending time with you?"

"But—"

"Would you believe it if someone suddenly gave you a piece of 'important information' from an unidentified source at such a critical juncture?"

Suiyue couldn't help but laugh. "I've played tricks like this countless times. With seven sets of sura forces attacking Renhuang, what else do you think they can do but play tricks like this?"

The old sura had, if nothing else, bountiful experience. His eyes lit up: "The only thing the humans can do is try to play us against each other—the only thing they can exploit is the rifts between us."

"Indeed." Suiyue shook his head. "It's a very boring tactic, though one that's certainly tried and tested. Better that we ignore this letter entirely and progress at our own pace." contemporary romance

If Amurong were to find out how the two sura kings had received his letter, he would have had a fit of rage. All that information, delivered at exorbitant expense, burned to a crisp...

There were, at the very least, a few sura kings that did as Amurong intended and read the missive carefully, like Niutou. Niutou felt a surprising bout of happiness upon reading about Zhang Lie's actions. The governor of Renhuang seemed like a fine man—faced with an assault on seven fronts, instead of hiding in his city, he had chosen to launch an assault against all of them instead.

What would the woman of such a man be like?

A minotaur nudged him. "Head, you aren't dreaming of having sex with someone again, are you?"

"What, don't you do the same?"

The minotaur thought for a moment. "I'm getting tired of the humans. You staged fifty similar games over the course of a month, and we're all growing somewhat tired. Only the sura can keep up with you."

Niutou frowned. "I'm challenging my limits, trying to cultivate as many of my flowers as I can. The best time to pluck them is when they're fully in love—only then can I see a flower in its prime wither away to nothing in a matter of moments."

Niutou glanced at his subordinate's face and turned away. "Never mind, never mind! You won't understand me no matter how much I try to explain it."

"The other sura kings all call you a pervert."

"A pervert? I'm a farmer!" Niutou thundered. "Won't you all be excited when I get the governor of Renhuang's wife in bed with me?"

The minotaurs all began to stomp their feet.

After Moyan finished reading through the letter, he disintegrated it in his hands. Regardless of what tricks Renhuang and its governor were up to, he would be able to overcome them with nothing but brute force.

Fenghe glanced at the letter in deep contemplation. "This is interesting. I wonder whom this letter is from—Renhuang, enemies of Renhuang, or even the mastermind himself?"

If it came from Renhuang, the contents of this letter would be a trap, but he couldn't identify where the trap might be. If it came from enemies of Renhuang, everything would make sense.

"I can't identify the origin of this message. Let's say a 10% chance that it came from Renhuang, a 30% chance it came from enemies within Renhuang, and a 60% chance it came from the mastermind behind this whole affair."

Perhaps Renhuang had broken off relations with the mastermind, and the mastermind was now trying to get rid of Renhuang by taking advantage of the sura.

"Regardless, we benefit by capturing the troops of Renhuang alive. Once we interrogate them, I'm sure we'll learn more of the truth. Nothing will change as a result of this letter," Fenghe concluded.

Meanwhile, Shicang was completely unable to receive a letter of any sort.

There were far too many zombies around, so many that they filled the nearby hills and valleys. No one could get a message to Shicang from so far away, and none of the zombies would react to such a letter. As a result, Shicang was the only one among the seven kings who didn't receive any knowledge about the letter.

When Sun Xiaowu arrived at his designated location with his troops, he was agape at the sight of Gaoyuan's forces. He asked a nearby crag eagle, "Are you sure what lies ahead of us is really a troop of sura?"

The crag eagle glanced at him. "How would I know? I'm not a member of the sura..."

Gaoyuan's unusual forces had become even more unusual over the course of the last few days. There were fresh flowers scattered around their campsite, and by the entrance of the camp was a huge sign: "Welcome, fighters of Renhuang!"

Before the entrance was a red carpet. Sun Xiaowu was agape as he stared at what Gaoyuan had prepared—it was just like a scene from the opening day of a restaurant.

How could this be? Sun Xiaowu had expected that the main camp of the sura forces would be piled high with corpses and blood, or with skeletons and bones all around, or at least a properly maintained camp. What was with this welcome?!

Suddenly, an elder wearing a bright red robe walked out to the entrance of the camp. "Fighters of Renhuang, you've already arrived! Please, enter—our king awaits you."

The crag eagle asked, "Should we enter? It seems like they've already discovered our presence."

Sun Xiaowu turned to him. "Isn't that a stupid question? No one in their right mind would enter—it looks like a trap all laid out for us!"

The crag eagle thought for a moment. "The governor likely would do so."

Sun Xiaowu palmed his face. "The captain's much stronger than I am!"

The red-robed elder continued shouting, "Human fighters, you must have traveled a long way to get here. Our king has ordered some refreshments to be prepared for you—why don't you come and have a bite?"

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