Chapter 118: Labor Army

  Several months later, the Cordillera Plateau was in deep winter, with thick white snow covering the entire plateau, adding a few more beautiful scenery to the originally somewhat desolate plateau.

  In the eastern highlands, a black castle stood proudly in the midst of raging winds and snowstorms, unmoving as a mountain no matter how fierce the tempests raged. The Beastman King's capital, Earthfire Castle, remained just as stable.

  It's now dusk, just when the beastmen inside the Earthfire Fortress are having their afternoon meal. Only a few beastmen are moving about in the city, braving the strong wind and snow, while most places are empty and devoid of human activity. At the same time, the windows of most of the stone towers within the fortress have lit up with soft, warm lights, giving off an air of quiet tranquility.

  In the central Golden Beast King Temple of the Earth Fire Fortress, two large golden iron gates were pulled open by several strong and sturdy Mongol guards to reveal a narrow gap just wide enough for passage. Soon, three short-statured old fox people with slightly graying hair on their heads walked in, each carrying a wooden box.

  The three old men were all dressed in thick black robes, and the wooden boxes they held were very steady. After entering the main hall, they didn't stop for a moment and walked straight to the center of the main hall.

  In the center of the grand hall, in front of the golden throne of the beast king, there was a several-foot-square iron fire basin burning. Around the fire basin, three old Huangjin Bimeng, wearing golden armor and with golden fur on their faces that seemed slightly dull, were casually sitting at the edge of the fire basin to warm themselves up.

  They looked comfortable and didn't seem to feel the cold, nor did they need the heat from the brazier. The three old fox people walked up to them and immediately went to each one, opening the wooden box in their hands, taking out a piece of roasted meat and a large piece of bread with a good color, emitting a faint oily glow.

  "Alright, you may go." The elderly Huang Jinbiao, who was standing with his back to the throne of the Beastmen, waved his hand to signal for the old Foxman to withdraw after the other two elderly Huang Jinbiaos had taken their food. Upon seeing this, the three elderly Foxmen bowed and immediately turned around to leave, leaving only the three elderly Huang Jinbiaos in front of the throne once again.

  "We can still eat such good bread, those little devils on the front line are suffering." After the fox people dispersed, Old Huang Jinbi on the right side of the main hall took a bite of the bread in his hand and sighed softly.

  "What's wrong, Elder Mikael Sobier, are you feeling sorry for the younger generation of your family?" The old Huang Jinbi on the left side of the main hall asked with a hint of teasing. Among the contemporary Bimon tribe, only Mikael Sobier of the Sobier family can be called the Great Elder.

  "It's not like there's anything to be heartbroken about, those young ones need to go through some tempering. It's just that back then, we had so many brothers fighting together on the front lines, and now only three of us are left." The elder's words were tinged with a hint of sorrow as he spoke.

  "It's also, in the past there were Andre and Dajina two guys, in the Council of Elders with you two fought fiercely, now they have all closed their doors for more than a decade, this Beast King Hall has been deserted for many years." The old Huang Jin took over the conversation.

  Although they are all dressed in the golden finery of the Mongols, if you look closely at this old man in the center and compare him to the two elderly men on either side of him, there is a noticeable difference in their attire.

  The other dignitaries in front of the chest pattern, all holding a long gun-like three-pointed two-bladed weapon. But the old man in front of the chest pattern held a half-body-long scepter.

  "Cut it out, you old geezer. What are you so proud of? In a few more years, you'll be going into seclusion too, and who knows, maybe you'll spend the rest of your life stuck there." The Grand Elder showed no tolerance for the elder's sarcasm, and as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately shot back with a retort.

  "You old thing, how dare you curse me!" As soon as he heard this, the old Huang Jin's face twitched with rage.

  "I'll curse you then." In the face of Old Huang Jin's angry glare, the Great Elder instead looked pleased with himself, without a hint of retreat.

  "You! Hmm! I almost forgot, you're not much younger than me either, just a few years at most. Who knows, maybe you'll be the one to die in that place. My old talent has always been better than yours, you old thing." Old Huang Jin's face turned redder than Mong's originally red face, as if he was about to erupt, but then his expression suddenly returned to calm.

  "You're stronger than me! If you weren't a few years older than me..."

  "Alright, my respected Your Majesty and venerable elder, can't we avoid bickering like children at such an important moment?" The other old man, Huang Jinbi, who had been smiling as he watched the two old friends argue from his seat on the left side of the grand hall, suddenly spoke out to interrupt the elder's words.

  "Oh, my dear Second Elder, what good advice do you have." The First Elder, whose speech was interrupted, tilted his head and asked back.

  "We three won't be able to jump around in this Beast King Hall for a few more years, to be honest everyone knows each other's bottom line, no one dares to say that they can definitely pass that level, if not we will really sit there for over a decade like Andre and Dajina, just thinking about it makes me afraid." The old Huang Jinbei on the left said, his tone seemingly fearful, his complexion not very good.

  "You old thing, can you finish what you're saying for once? After all these decades, you still drag on and on." The elder asked back with a dissatisfied face.

  "So I think the three of us should go out for a walk, anyway there's nothing to do during this Beast God Festival, and all the elders who can move are on the front lines. We're not much use just waiting around here. Besides, it's been ten years since I last left Flame Fortress, you two have been cooped up even longer than me, don't you feel stifled?"

  "This..."

  "I, Khro, with the power of the beast god, grant the request of the two elders to rule over the kingdom's people."

  "Haha..."

  "Hehe..."

  "There are still eight days until the Beast God Festival, where should I go?"

  "Let's go somewhere a bit interesting, you go see your grandson, he goes see his nephew, and I'll go take a look at my poor brother."

  "Good..."

  In the dead of night, a team of Bimon cavalry clad in pale golden armor escorted three elderly Bimons wearing long golden robes as they quietly left the Earth Castle and hastened eastward into the wind and snow.

  On a winter morning after the snowstorm, on the eastern edge of the plateau, a brown-gray team, stretching for several miles, was slowly moving south through the deep snow.

  "Brandt, how much longer till we arrive?" a deep voice called out from the front of the group.

  "We're still over 80 miles away from the Sander's Prairie, sir. We'll definitely make it by noon." The one who replied to this question was a young beastman, over three meters tall, with dark skin on his face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a strong muscular upper body that exuded a sense of beauty. His lower body had four sturdy hooves, clearly marking him as a centaur warrior from the Beastman Kingdom.

  "Get the troops to move a bit faster, so we can arrive at the Sander's Plains earlier and arrange other things." The middle-aged centaur officer, who was even more robust than the previous one, wearing a brown long robe, with a black iron armor on his chest that shone in the sunlight, and a golden long sword medal, gave another order to the centaur warrior.

  "Yes, General."

  "Attention all, accelerate forward." The young centaur warrior named Brand immediately relayed the officer's command to those behind him.

  Behind this centaur warrior were many others, equally robust and tall, wearing brown cloaks, carrying longbows, quivers, green and red leather backpacks, canvas bundles, and a giant axe.

  This centaur army, stretching for several miles, advanced in an orderly and well-disciplined manner, with all the centaur warriors maintaining silence as they marched, clearly a seasoned and elite force.

  "Attention all units, accelerate forward, full..." The command was soon transmitted to the troops behind them, and then the entire unit's advance speed increased by several points.

  At this moment, tens of miles away on a snow-covered grassland, several Bimon warriors riding tall horses and wearing black iron armor gathered together as if to discuss something.

  "Now that everyone is here, let's talk about our respective situations." A middle-aged golden-haired Mongolian officer who wore two silver-white archery medals on his chest asked first.

  "General, one division and one brigade will definitely arrive here before noon today."

  "The Centaur Second Legion, which is also responsible for notification under it."

  "Those under his command who have been notified, the 9th battalion of the Wolf Tribe's three regiments and the 2nd regiment of the 12th division will arrive before sunset today." Three Mong warriors answered one after another.

  "Alright, I've made all the arrangements here. Now you immediately go and send a flying eagle to report back to General Daidu, then just wait for your respective troops here."

  Besides, I have another task at hand, so I'll leave everything here to Hank's command." The middle-aged man with the golden hair showed a satisfied expression as he gave orders to the warriors beside him.

  "Obey orders." The rest of the Beamon warriors didn't ask any more questions, they just nodded slightly to this Beamon officer to indicate that they had received their orders.

  "Alright, you all be careful, in three days it's the Beast God Festival, if there's a chance we brothers will definitely have a good drink." Commander Bimon said with a hint of a smile as he urged his horse forward towards the east.

  "This, tomorrow is Beast God Festival already, today still only let us eat this little." In the campfire room where Liu Yu was in, Ivan looked at the fist-sized black bread in his hand with a helpless face.

  "There's nothing that can be done, the military's food supply isn't very sufficient either." Liu Yu similarly looked at the black bread in his hand, which he had devoured more than half of in just a few bites, and thought that this small amount really couldn't satisfy his appetite.

  "Food has arrived, food has arrived..." Suddenly, Nari's face lit up with excitement and another Bamun warrior kicked open the wooden door of the barracks and rushed inside.

  "What! Food! Has Lord Un even taken pity on us?" Before Nari could say anything, Ivan grabbed his chest and asked urgently.

  "No, it's the son of the Wolf Tribe's chief who has brought food to support the troops." Another Bi Mon warrior spoke up before Nari could say a word.

  "Ah, this is more like it, after all, it's a holiday." Liu Yu took a big bite of the black bread in his hand and stood up to head out of the barracks.

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