Chapter 873.5- Guy beneath the Saint Pool (2) |
Ye Zhongming’s face sank, but he was delighted deep down. This king was really smart and even dug a hole for himself.
“Of course not. I can provide those weapons to your people. I think Neal has seen how strong these pieces of equipment are.”
Neal nodded. Although he was unhappy that Ye Zhongming and Hong Xiang killed Flame Dove, he did enjoy his previous cooperation with Ye Zhongming.
“There are even stronger weapons. Hong Xiang can testify to that.”
Ye Zhongming looked toward Hong Xiang again.
Hong Xiang nodded, “I can testify. If you don’t believe me, these weapons are also in Ye Zhongming’s team. You can take a look.”
This king added, “They make use of demon crystals.”
Demon crystals… The few kings didn’t speak. They had heard about this matter.
“One more important thing. I want to ask, how many warriors do the Posthumous people have?”
The kings themselves didn’t know. Each day, that number was changing. Some would die, and some would grow, so they had no clear picture. Especially since winter was over, they didn’t know how many warriors had died, so how could they have an exact number?
“Let me ask another question. How many warriors are there in the Imperial City?”
The few kings hesitated. They knew this answer, but it was a secret.
“There are over a million in the Imperial City; over 300 thousand of them could fight!”
Hong Xiang was on Ye Zhongming’s side, and he answered.
“Did you remove the warriors the two kings brought with them?”
Hong Xiang’s face turned red, “Then there are 250 thousand.”
The other kings didn’t react but knew that Hong Xiang had overestimated the number.
Due to the safety of the Imperial City, the tribes here weren’t as young as those outside, where half of the tribes there could fight.
The families and tribes of the various kings lived here, and the ratio of warriors to people wasn’t a third. In truth, at most, there were 250 thousand that could fight. The departure of Black Pillar and Simu meant 50 thousand were gone, so there were at most 200 thousand warriors. If Dlame Dove’s warriors chose not to fight, there would only be 150 thousand.
“I can send as many warriors to fight!”
Ah!
The few kings were okay, but those behind them were shocked.
Hong Xiang said 250 thousand!
The warriors of the Imperial City were the most elite forces of the Posthumous people and were controlled by the seven kings. This young man controlled so many troops? They heard that he came from another space. What status did he have in that space?
“That is a conservative number. If our boss wants, he can even send double!”
Ah Yang added. He knew Ye Zhongming referred to those from Ying City; 250 thousand was already too little. There were many more in Ying City, but this didn’t include some factions around Cloud Peak.
There was one more point. This boss could control the zombies in Ying City—millions of them. He could get Red Hair to lead some, and that would be enough to crush this city.
Seeing Ye Zhongming and his subordinates calm, the people in the tent believed what he said.
Was this guy like the Saint Father in the other space?
No wonder he was so confident and said he could help the Imperial City get through this crisis. So he had such a strong army!
Strength was indeed the way to make people respect you. The few kings looked at Ye Zhongming with a different gaze.
With this precedence, the discussion was much easier. They discussed for over an hour and decided on the final plan.
The overall structure was the same as before, but they decided to provide more details.
Of course, the core one that Ye Zhongming paid the most attention to was his desire to use the Saint Pool freely.
The few kings opposed it at the start, even Hong Xiang. But Ye Zhongming told them that their race was going to be wiped out, so why were they still holding on to their Saint Pool? Was it more important for him to use it to save their race or for Light Saint Hall to trample over that area?
That made them agree with those conditions. But they needed him to persuade the guardian as that expert didn’t belong to any tribe.
Ye Zhongming agreed.
For the next three days, Ye Zhongming healed up in the tent. He didn’t want to see the Saint Pool Protector who badly injured him in such a state. Cloud Peak Alliance also entered the Imperial City to guard around him.
The other kings digested Flame Dove’s tribe and sent people to contact other tribes to rush back to the Imperial City. This couldn’t be done quickly, so they could only hope the Light Saint Hall army would not arrive too soon.
On the 4th day of Flame Dove’s death, Ye Zhongming was fully healed and decided to talk to the protector.
The four kings gathered and accompanied him.
The saint mountain was the same as before. But this time, Ye Zhongming met guards. Based on what Hong Xiang said, these guardians were the protector’s disciples chosen from various tribes. They focused on cultivation previously but since what happened last time, they started to patrol.
When he saw the Saint Pool protector again, this person’s eyes lit up, and he was about to attack.
But the few kings wouldn’t allow him to get injured. Moreover, they were worried. What if Ye Zhongming got angry and led a few people to kill the protector?
Only this protector knew about the secrets of the Saint Pool!
Ye Zhongming faced the furious protector, but he wasn’t nervous at all. He looked at him calmly and said, “The guy below the Saint Pool asked me to meet him.”