Chapter 1573: Chapter 694: Shocking Rakshasa City! Charismatic Personality!
After returning from the Dichacha Clan, the Little Rakshasa King plunged into extreme busyness.
He needed to meet with one mercenary leader after another.
Because the main elite forces of the Demon Alliance were deployed along the Rakshasa Tribe’s border, as Crown Prince, the Little Rakshasa King didn’t have the authority to mobilize the Rakshasa Tribe’s main army.
His only assets were his direct troops: ten thousand Dragonhawk Knights, three thousand Ghoul Ray Knights, and five hundred Black Blood Cavalry.
This was already a very powerful Sky Legion, far exceeding all of the air forces of the Black Demon Banner Territory. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩
But he felt it was far from enough, so he spent an astronomical amount to find dozens of aerial mercenaries.
What are aerial mercenaries?
They’re essentially some Indigenous Barbarian Tribes, some aerial bandits.
For example, the infamous harpies, the Shaman Vulture Tribe, the Malevolent Wing Tribe, and so forth.
These races, neither beast nor not entirely barbarian, neither wholly demon, had thus earned the moniker of the Monster Race.
All members of the Monster Race were extremely brutal and completely untamable, delighting in slaughter and plunder.
And today, the Little Rakshasa King had gathered the chiefs of seventeen notorious Air Demon Clans to the Rakshasa Royal Mansion.
Curiously, these chiefs, in front of the Little Rakshasa King, were unexpectedly well-behaved, without their usual rudeness and crudeness.
The Harpy Chieftain usually loved to spit, at least three times a minute, and the Malevolent Wing Tribe Chieftain’s favorite habit was to excrete mid-air.
But now, each Air Demon Clan chief sat well-behaved, suppressing various bad habits, listening to the Little Rakshasa King’s speech.
Among the seventeen Air Demon Clan chiefs, except for the Harpy Chieftain who couldn’t help but throw nauseating winks at the Little Rakshasa King, everyone else remained quiet.
Each of these Air Demon Clan chiefs lacked hygiene and had messy habits, making their stench unbearable.
Any given Air Demon Clan chief could be smelled a hundred meters away.
At this moment, as seventeen of them gathered together, the stench was almost suffocating.
Yet, the Little Rakshasa King’s face remained as flawless as white jade, unstained, without any hint of discomfort, calmly sipping tea and chatting.
“There’s still one leader who hasn’t come. I’m not sure if it will come, but let’s wait another fifteen minutes,” said the Little Rakshasa King.
Mere five minutes later, the Little Rakshasa King suddenly said, “It’s coming!”
Indeed, it had arrived, for a bloody stench could be smelled from thousands of meters away, and as it approached the doorway, the entire ground quivered, even blocking out the sun.
This was a colossal being.
“The door is too small, I can’t come in…” the newcomer said, despite lowering its voice, it still resonated in a way that could make hearts leap out.
The door to the Rakshasa Palace was eight meters high, yet it still couldn’t enter.
The Little Rakshasa King lightly suggested, “Then just tear down the door; I believe it would be effortless for you.”
The newcomer hesitated for a moment, eventually choosing not to tear down the door but to bend over and hunch through it.
It turned out to be a werewolf.
A werewolf standing up to eleven meters high, with fangs nearly a foot long, and claws sharper than daggers.
This was the Blood Wolf King, a millenium-rare King of Werewolves that struck terror into many.
It was known that werewolves had no tribes of their own.
Each werewolf lived among regular wolf packs, with high concentrations of Demon Bloodline causing genetic mutations, so on average, only one werewolf emerged from every two hundred wolves.
And a normal wolf pack typically wouldn’t exceed seventy or eighty wolves, meaning it was improbable for a pack to have two werewolves.
Therefore, every werewolf was a solitary being.
Werewolves were exceedingly strong, but due to their solitude, once discovered by a tribe, the only fate for a werewolf was to be hunted and bled out.
This resulted in a phenomenon where, though as powerful as centaurs, even more savage, the werewolf race had never grown strong over the millennia.
This was because werewolves were never communal beings and hence didn’t form Werewolf Tribes or Clans.
This situation remained unchanged until a few years ago.
Because a once-in-a-millennia Blood Wolf King emerged.
Its entire life was spent searching for werewolf kin, defeating and conquering them.
In just ten short years, it built a werewolf tribe from nothing.
Although its werewolf tribe numbered only over twenty thousand, it brought immense catastrophes to the entire Demon Territory.
When the Blood Wolf King led its forces into the Rakshasa Domain, it killed at least hundreds of thousands of Rakshasa Tribespeople, inciting the Rakshasa King’s fury.
Regarding the centaurs, due to the legends of the Whips of World Extinction, the Rakshasa King could still tolerate them, but with the calamity of werewolves, the Rakshasa King harbored no tolerance.
Thus, he was determined to dispatch the most elite Ghoul Ray Legion to eradicate this werewolf tribe.
It was the Little Rakshasa King who prevented all this by negotiating with the werewolf tribe single-handedly.
Everyone deemed Crown Prince’s actions absurd, considering werewolves beasts incapable of negotiation.
However, to everyone’s astonishment, he succeeded in negotiations and even signed a peace treaty.
From then on, the werewolf tribe and the Rakshasa Tribe stayed out of each other’s way; the werewolf tribe ceased slaughtering or invading the Rakshasa Tribe’s territory, and even large-scale trades took place between the two sides.