Chapter 151: Salen's Home

  Everything has passed, most of the pursuers have been eliminated in the forest, and the remaining wolf riders have realized that things cannot be done, abandoned the idea of continuing to attack, and hastily retreated. The four of us walked quietly on the road back to the city, at this time it was already close to dawn, and the east had a slight white light.

  "The sky is about to brighten, I'm really exhausted!" Ciel covered her mouth and yawned, then without warning she flipped over and climbed onto my Hellish Warhorse, snuggling into my arms. I clearly saw that after she got on, she seemed to glance at Freya with a somewhat provocative look.

  I said somewhat awkwardly, "Xilu... you have a horse of your own... why don't you ride it yourself?" Xilu pouted and lazily snuggled into my arms, muttering, "I'm so tired, let me sleep here for a while, don't disturb me..." When I looked at her again, she had already closed her eyes.

  Ivan gave me a dismissive glance, riding his horse with one hand while holding the reins of Siluo's horse in the other. Freya's expression was calm and she quietly followed behind us, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

  We continued to walk towards the city, and no one spoke along the way. I occasionally lowered my head to glance at Xilu, who had her eyes closed, and I didn't know if she was asleep or not. However, from time to time, I could see that the corners of her mouth would quietly curve upwards into an upward arc, but when I lowered my head to take a closer look, the curved arc would already have returned to normal.

  When the first rays of dawn shone on us, we returned to the city gate. The lord and Dakuru led their troops to welcome us in. As soon as they learned of the outcome of the battle, they spread the news throughout the city immediately. The soldiers and civilians defending the city suddenly cheered like thunder, as if they had completely defeated the enemy.

  In fact, it can also be said that our raid annihilated all the pastors who supported the rebels, and the wolf cavalry of the beastmen suffered heavy losses. The rebel army's advantage in front of the city defense army has disappeared. On that day, the attacking troops had already retreated thirty kilometers, and for nearly three days, they did not launch any decent attacks, but only confronted the city from a distance.

  It wasn't until several days had passed and their main force arrived that they attempted to launch a general attack on Krim, but things didn't go as planned. The Empire's army also arrived on the battlefield the next day, and the two armies faced off with Krim at the center.

  In short, our mission is now complete. Dakuru bid farewell to the city lord and took us with him towards the capital. The matters here are no longer something we can influence, even for a magician like me, who would be unable to make any difference on a battlefield of hundreds of thousands of people. The outcome of the battle is not something that can be influenced by just one person. And we have our own mission to complete. Only Baran was extremely dissatisfied with us for going to launch a surprise attack without bringing him along, and he sulked all the way, ignoring us.

  But such anger couldn't last long, and the dwarf's rage completely collapsed in front of a bag of fine wine that Evan somehow produced and my carefully cooked roast meat. This made me extremely skeptical of the rumors about dwarves having unyielding willpower. A dwarf who can be bought off with just one bag of wine, how could they possibly have strong willpower?

  Of course, this is just a joke. I know that dwarves are only indecisive in front of friends, and the possibility of using an excuse to back down seems even greater. After all, people can't stay angry forever.

  Everyone laughed and made a fuss, and soon they arrived at the capital of the Beastmen, Gremma. It was a huge city built with stones, with high walls and wooden watchtowers on top. Giant crossbows were placed on the stone walls, and a large flag bearing the symbol of the Great Chieftain's tribe hung down from the wall. The simple pattern exuded an air of mystery and wildness. The entire city had no deliberate decorations, yet it gave people a feeling of grandeur and majesty that was completely different from human cities.

  Due to Dakuru's special status, when we passed through the city gate, we received special treatment. The beastman soldiers who inspected all passing merchants lined up and saluted us, their green faces with long or short fangs full of respect. Even the beastman civilians passing through the city gate bowed to Dakuru one after another.

  Xī lù qiāo qiāo chě le chě dá kù lǔ de sà mǎn páo, wèn dào: "dá kù lǔ, nǐ kàn, tāmen zài liè duì xiàng nǐ xíng lǐ ne, nàxiē píng mín yě duì nǐ hěn zūn jìng ya, nǐmen sà mǎn jì sī dì wèi zhēn de zhème gāo?"

  Dakuru nodded to the crowds of people and soldiers bowing on both sides, while quietly saying to Xilu: "They are not respecting me, they are respecting my teacher. My teacher is the most powerful shaman in this country, he has brought this country back from the brink of destruction several times, and helped the great chief govern the country to prosperity and strength. The beastmen today live much better than decades ago, and the huge city in front of you was designed and built by him. It can be said that without him, there would be no strong and unified empire, and without him, there would be no peaceful life for these beastmen."

  We nodded in sudden realization and then quietly followed Dakuru through the crowd, with people constantly bowing to Dakuru along the way. Dakuru always responded politely and warmly, making the not-so-long journey seem very long.

  At last, we arrived in front of a not-so-big house, which seemed to be composed of several courtyards. There were small roads connecting the courtyards, and many ornamental plants were planted along the roadsides. Even on one side of the road, there was a pond. Although it wasn't carefully carved or polished, the whole house looked unique and interesting. Such style can only be seen in human cities.

  Dakuru led us familiarly through the winding path, and after passing by several small courtyards, we finally arrived at a small yard. Dakuru knelt down respectfully and said to the inside of the yard, "Teacher, Dakuru is back!"

  A voice came from inside the courtyard: "Dakuru, you're back so soon? Get up... why don't you introduce me to your friends?"

  "I hastily stepped forward and said respectfully: 'Revered Salen High Priest, I am Arik, the magician from Larsen. Beside me are Evin, the assassin from the Empire of Sel, his sister Silu, the Holy Maiden Freya of the Elf tribe, and Prince Balandir of the Dwarf tribe. Lord Losa asked me to convey his greetings to you and also asked me to hand over a ring to you.'"

  Saren burst out laughing and said, "Oh? That old fellow, is he doing well? Hmm, after all these years, has he finally found the right person? Looks like it's time for me to fulfill my promise. You can all come in."

  As soon as the words fell, the courtyard gate slowly opened...