Half an hour later, Lin Zhan received a message from Xiao Hei saying that Old Nine had been found.
Lin Zhan waited by the teleportation gate. In no time, Xiao Hei came running with a middle-aged man covered in blood.
Lin Zhan took a closer look and confirmed it was the Nine-headed Dragon Lizard chieftain, Old Nine. The five little ones extended their large heads and observed carefully.
Then, Xiao Wu happily exclaimed, "Holy crap, boss, Old Nine is on his last leg. Are we going to have a feast? If not, we can just stew Old Nine. He looks like he'd be quite chewy."
Ever since Shang Tang hunted and caught a foundational-level Demon Dragon Emperor last time, these little rascals had become addicted. They were constantly thinking about where to find another foundational-level demonic beast to feast on.
As soon as Xiao Wu finished speaking, the Nine-headed Dragon Lizard chieftain struggled to open his eyes and said to Lin Zhan, "Big Boss, I think I can still be saved."
Seeing that Old Nine had woken up, Xiao Wu immediately became displeased. He then said in a gentle tone,
"Old Nine, if you can't make it, don't force yourself. Rest in peace, so we can have our feast. Don't worry, we'll have Baqi take good care of your two wives."
As soon as Xiao Jin finished speaking, the Nine-headed Dragon Lizard chieftain's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Xiao Bao extended his bear paw and touched Old Nine's eyes, then happily announced, "Alright, Old Nine is beyond saving this time. Everyone prepare for the feast."
Lin Zhan, standing beside them, felt his veins bulge on his forehead from anger at these five little rascals. Damn it, they were too much! Not only did they want to stew him, but they were also eyeing his wives.
How could I, Lin Zhan, have raised five such dishonorable beings?
With a swing of his Tyrant Blade, he sent the five little ones flying.
"Damn it, which bastard taught you to betray your brothers like this? If you have such thoughts again, I'll stew you first."
The five little ones, with their thick skin, shook their bodies and got up. Looking at the furious Lin Zhan, they said dismissively,
"Boss, we've all drunk blood wine and burned yellow paper together. We are brothers born from different parents and mothers. Stewing us would be like stewing yourself."
"Besides, we saw the atmosphere was too tense just now, and we thought we'd crack a joke to lighten the mood. Look, Old Nine is much better now. His complexion has even become more ruddy."
Lin Zhan looked down at Old Nine, who was breathing more than he was exhaling, and thought, "Damn it, are you sure that's a ruddy complexion, or is it the last flicker before death?"
He then summoned his guards and ordered them to immediately fetch Hua Shijiu and the old immortal from the Shennong tribe to save Old Nine's life.
The five little ones exchanged glances. Xiao Ji spoke,
"Brother Jin, the meal that was almost in our mouths has flown away. That old man from the Shennong tribe is from the same era as Ancestor Hou Yi. Old Nine's life is saved."
Xiao Jin's eyes darted around, and he whispered, "Brothers, if it really comes down to it, let's pool some silver. Ask that old man to casually take out a kidney for us while he's saving Old Nine."
The unconscious Nine-headed Dragon Lizard chieftain twitched subconsciously.
Lin Zhan ignored these two idiots and turned to the ancient ancestors Changruo and Caoyu beside him.
"Ancestors, can we use this opportunity to drag the Corpse Lich tribe into the war?"
Changruo nodded and said, "It will be simple to drag the Corpse Lich tribe into the water. The difficult part is how to prevent other undead races from joining the battle. Bringing in one more Corpse Lich tribe might not be a problem for you, but if all the undead races participate, your troop strength might not be enough."
Lin Zhan smacked his lips and said, "Without the First Front Army being deployed, it's definitely not enough, especially since we can't use rockets and missiles. I need to save them for the War of Ten Thousand Races."
"Actually, there's another matter here. The Demon and God races are planning to set a trap for our Human race in the War of Ten Thousand Races. I have a premonition that even if we attack the Corpse Lich tribe, the Demon and God races will not agree to a large-scale war. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to push out the Necromancer tribe."
Changruo nodded and said, "It's different for the Corpse Lich tribe and the Necromancers. The undead race has four Great Emperors, and the Corpse Lich tribe alone accounts for two. If these beings in the War of Ten Thousand Races are willing to sacrifice even the Corpse Lich tribe, then their scheme is too great."
Lin Zhan chuckled, "The scheme of the Ten Thousand Races is nothing more than to eliminate me, the Human race's Imperial Son, then annihilate all of the Human race's elite troops, march directly into the Human race's homeworld, force the Human race's Great Emperor to prematurely awaken, and then kill him."
Caoyu was stunned upon hearing this. "You brat, you say 'just that.' If this really happens, our Human race will be finished."
"Don't worry, Ancestor. Even if that happens, the Human race won't be finished. I don't believe the ancient ancestors of the past didn't guard against this move by the Ten Thousand Races. They could seal a large number of Human race elites in secret realms, couldn't they also reproduce another branch of the Human race within those secret realms?"
Lin Zhan chuckled and said calmly.
"Even if it hasn't truly started, when the time comes to fight for our lives, these old ancestors might come up with something unexpected."
Caoyu glanced at Changruo and said, "Father, Zhan'er is right. Currently, it is our Great Shang that is shouldering the burden for the Human race. The Great Xia and the ancient great clans have not yet made a move. It's possible it's just as Zhan'er said." Su Dan Novel Network
Changruo, as an official appointed by the Human race's destiny, could naturally feel a hint of terror emanating from the depths of destiny.
He had long been suspicious of the War of Ten Thousand Races. Every 3,000 years, a War of Ten Thousand Races would break out.
And each time, the Human race would only send out a great clan or a great dynasty to face the calamity.
The last War of Ten Thousand Races was carried by the Yulong clan. He wouldn't dare to say anything else, but if all of the Human race's clans had attacked together, the current Ten Thousand Races would have merely become our food and slaves.
Caoyu suddenly realized, "Father, in these two Wars of Ten Thousand Races, apart from Fuxi Human Ancestor and Nuwa Human Ancestor making a move once each, the highest level of combat power was Emperor Huang, Emperor Yan, and Chi You. These three were nominally Great Emperors, but their true cultivation was at the semi-ancestral level."
"But who has ever seen the ancestors from the generation of Emperor Huang's father, Ancestor Shaodian, make a move? Not to mention the recorded ancestors from the generations before Fuxi Human Ancestor. They have all been completely silent."
As Caoyu spoke, he felt a fear from the depths of his soul.
Changruo immediately sensed his son's fear. As an ancient emperor of Great Shang and an official responsible for grains appointed by the Human race's destiny, it was rare for him to feel such a deep, soul-stirring fear.
"Silly boy, today's conversation ends here. Including Zhan'er, from now on, these words must not be spoken to anyone, no matter who it is. Since it is our Great Shang's turn this time, we will be responsible for fighting the war well."
Lin Zhan's eyes narrowed. He also sensed the secret that could make Caoyu feel fear, and it seemed he had discovered something extraordinary.
He quickly nodded at Changruo and said, "Ancestor, I understand. Then we will have to wait for the Ancestor's letter and let him decide what to do in the end."