The 110th Duel of the Military Tribes

  "Ah!" Saya chirped cautiously: "For example, the young beasts, your grandmother brought back seven three-headed magic wolves last time, which shocked the holy city for several months! Oh, and the two brothers of the Sevyn family also got one each!"

  "Damn it!" The poor Taoist cursed, feeling depressed and frustrated that his good things always fell into the hands of his enemies. He could only say, "I don't have much of this thing either, let's talk about it later! Is there anything else?"

  "Ah, and also the Purple Crystal Honey!" said Seiya Chi La, "Ever since the news of this thing came from the Great Han Imperial Court, our boss has been receiving commissions almost every day, asking us to get some no matter what!"

  "This news spread too fast!" The poor Taoist frowned and asked: "How much do you think it's worth?"

  "Ordinary honey is over 300W, and royal jelly is around 1000W!" Seiya Chi La quickly estimated the price and said in a daze: "If you don't have royal jelly, ordinary honey would also be worth 1000W! Eternal youth, who wouldn't want it?"

  "Listen, the Queen Bee's honey is 'only and only' two bottles. One bottle was given to my aunt, the queen mother, and the other belongs to my mother. You know, it's impossible to get this stuff from a woman's hands, even if the gods themselves tried!"

  "In that case! Ordinary goods can sell for at least 500,000 yuan, and it's not impossible to auction off for 1 million yuan either! The question is, how much do you have?" Seiya Chi La asked.

  "This is none of your business, I can only give you one bottle, and that's because we're friends and because of these two things!" The poor Taoist said seriously to him.

  "Nothing to discuss?" Seya Chirala ventured.

  "That time was a sudden idea, went in a hurry, so this thing is not much at all! Besides, this is Nicholas Cage's 200,000 elite troops, I simply can't go get another one, how precious it is you understand!"

  "Alright! One bottle it is!" Seiya reluctantly said: "As for the price? You see?"

  "I'll trade this bottle for your necklace!"

  "Let's go!" Xia Qi La responded with a mouthful of food.

  Business finished, Xianya and I returned to the hotel, where everyone was having lunch. The king invited us to sit down and join them. During the meal, the king said to me, "This afternoon there are two gladiatorial contests, why don't you come with us to take a look?"

  "Isn't it? They're starting to fight already?" The poor Taoist asked curiously: "Who's with who?"

  "It was a battle between the Empire of Kampas and the Empire of Grelant, and another one between the Empire of Megrelant and the Kingdom of Kart!" Father said.

  "Ah! King Karte just arrived today? How can he start a war with others? Long journey, no rest at all, isn't this seeking death?" Poor Dao asked in puzzlement.

  "Haha! King Carter never thought of winning!" Father said: "It's just to let the Meglan Empire vent its anger!"

  "Why?" The poor Taoist was even more surprised, "Do they have a grudge?"

  "The Meg Blue Empire has been eyeing the Carter Kingdom for a long time, but due to the excellent performance of the Iron Wall Legion in Wangyue Castle, the Meg Blue Empire has not succeeded in its numerous invasions over 100 years! Of course, this is also related to the fact that the other two empires do not want the Meg Blue Empire to become too powerful. Without them pulling the Meg Blue Empire's legs from behind, the Iron Wall Legion would have been finished long ago. However, the repeated failures have caused the Meg Blue Empire to lose face, and since they lost on the battlefield, they can only regain their reputation in the arena. Therefore, every time there is such an opportunity, the Meg Blue Empire will find the Carter Kingdom to spar with!" Father explained.

  "In order not to provoke this powerful neighbor, King Carter intentionally sent some people to their deaths! Was it to satisfy the vanity of the Megelan Empire and avoid him coming to trouble Carter?" asked the poor monk.

  "That's right, that's how it is!" The king sighed: "Small countries have the sorrows of small countries! Fortunately, we are far away from the big empires!"

  "Hmph! How detestable, I, the poor Daoist, am thoroughly disgusted by the king's weak tone! Casually asking: "What's going on with the Kampas Empire and the Grelant Empire, what kind of conflict do they have?"

  "They are neighboring great empires, because the Vatican restricts them from taking action against the small countries around them, so if they want to expand their territory, they can only attack each other. So, they have become natural enemies, and as soon as they have a chance, they start fighting, I'm telling you. They duel every day, and now it's already the eighth day!" said the king.

  "Oh! Isn't that going to kill a lot of people? Are the people they bring enough?" Wudao asked. In eight days, it's going to take nearly three thousand lives, isn't that what was said, that nearly thirty thousand people would die or be injured?

  "They all border the Papal States, and each brought 500,000 elite troops this time. If not enough, they can also be transferred from their home countries!" Father said lightly: "Anyway, their domestic troops are all around 5 million!"

  "They're all scoundrels who don't care about soldiers' lives!" The poor Taoist said discontentedly.

  "Haha!" The father and the king both burst out laughing.

  "You know what? Soldiers are all forced to come, as long as they return alive, they'll get money and official positions. And if they're convicts who were sent to the army, they'll be pardoned!" Father said with a smile.

  It turns out that you want money but not life! I sighed and said: "But how many can go back?"

  "I don't know about others, but at least half of the Qinglong Army will be able to return!" Father proudly said: "Absolutely the most among all armies on the mainland!"

  "You're so happy with just half of it?" The poor Taoist struck back, "At least within this half, at least one half will be crippled for life!"

  "But others have less than 30% left!" Father said discontentedly.

  "Has there never been a super soldier? Like my Crazy Dragon Iron Cavalry!" the poor Taoist asked.

  "There was, a few hundred years ago, a foolish king of a small country who invited a group of necromancers to use their evil and poisonous magic to transform a batch of warriors. In the arena, they were invincible! A complete victory with zero casualties!" The father sighed in admiration.

  "Isn't it? He dares to bring this thing to the Holy City, and isn't afraid of being slaughtered by the Church?" Poor Dao asked in surprise.

  "The God of Death is also a god, and the Necromancer, as a follower of the God of Death, although at odds with the Church, hasn't reached the point of killing on sight!" The king explained: "However, he still provoked the leader of the Fanatic Legion, who sent 100 fanatics to challenge him. With attributes that countered each other, it was very easy for him to annihilate these modified trash. That kingdom was subsequently also destroyed by several major powers united in anger!"

  "Are you out of your mind?! You've managed to offend so many countries and the church as well, aren't you asking for trouble?" The poor monk asked: "Is that all?"

  "There's also the fact that the Meg Blue Empire once created a batch of Flame Warriors, but they were only able to do so with the help of the Dragon God. They're all gone now. The last super warrior to appear should be the Hill Giant! Belonging to the Kampa Empire!" Father said.

  "Mountain Giant? Is it very powerful?" Wudao asked.

  About 5 meters tall, incredibly powerful, but slow in action, they were an invincible species on the battlefield. Unfortunately, there were less than 300 of them, and every time they clashed with their opponents, a few would be killed by poisonous weapons. So they eventually disappeared! My father continued: "I never thought we'd have our own super warriors one day!"

  "Indeed! This time you must perform well and bring honor to our kingdom!" The king said with a smile.

  His underlying message is to give him more money to win, right? I thought angrily!

  In the afternoon, we arrived at the Great Arena of Santu. The scale of this arena really shocked me, with hundreds of acres of land, all paved with hard bluestone, and the dark brown bloodstains on it showed people its bloody history!

  The arena can accommodate 100,000 spectators. When we arrived, it was already packed with people. Fortunately, we took a special passage prepared for the nobles, so we didn't have to squeeze in with them. The large package room specially prepared for us also spared us from suffering under the scorching sun, while most of the audience below were exposed to the direct sunlight.

  Not long after we arrived, the formal performance began. A stout fat man on the rostrum loudly announced that the duel between the Megablue Empire and the Carter Kingdom had officially begun! His loud voice was transmitted through magical amplification, echoing throughout the entire arena.

  Then, the iron gates at both ends of the arena opened, and two troops rushed out from inside. Both were cavalry units, but their momentum was vastly different. The guys from the Meg Blue Empire looked proud and confident, while the knights of the Kart Kingdom seemed somewhat dispirited. Although they were well-equipped, and their entrance movements showed that they were well-trained! How could they be so lacking in confidence?

  "What's wrong with the people of the Kingdom of Kart? Are they so lacking in spirit?" The poor Taoist asked: "Did their king give an order that they must lose?"

  "It shouldn't be, but they're clearly second-rate troops. They can't compare to the enemy's elite, and besides, historically speaking, the Kart kingdom has never won a battle before." The father replied: "Since it's a fight to the death, it's understandable that morale is low!"

  "This is a battle with no suspense at all!" said the king, "Do you know what they're betting on in the casino? It's not about winning or losing, but about the casualties of the Megablue Empire! I bet the casualties of the Megablue Empire won't exceed 300!"

  "It's not necessarily so! I think the Meg Blue Empire may not win that easily! The knights of the Carter Kingdom are well-trained, and if they can boost their morale and fight with a determination to die, even if they don't win, they will definitely make the Meg Blue Empire pay a heavy price! It all depends on the performance of their commander!"

  "Is it? Let's take a closer look!" The king was quite skeptical!

  The two armies on the field were forming up, and the commander of the Meg Blue Empire didn't waste any words, directly deploying a charge formation! While the commander of the Kart Kingdom was an old man with white hair, he was still giving his knights a pep talk!

  "How is it him?" Father exclaimed in surprise.