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Chapter 100: 85, 86. Before and After the Negotiations, Demons of the Chaotic World (Major Chapter – Please Subscribe)

Chapter 100: 85, 86. Before and After the Negotiations, Demons of the Chaotic World (Major Chapter – Please Subscribe)

Luyu Mountain, at the mountain’s foot.

The wind danced, and the snow drifted.

There were still three days until the talks between Dashang and the Northern Barbarians.

Not far from here lay the vast battlefield, with many corpses yet to be collected. Yet people tirelessly came to gather the bodies.

Even in death, they would return home wrapped in horsehide.

This was done for the morale and the spirit of the army.

An army had a soul. If you did not respect it, you could not train a strong force with belief.

Death was a solemn affair.

At this time, whether in Dashang or the Northern Barbarians, many volunteers had been sent to the battlefield to collect the corpses.

Everyone understood that the war, at least this year’s war, was nearing its end, and perhaps very soon, the disaster of the Ghost Tide would arrive. So they gathered as many bodies as they could while they could.

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Northern Barbarians…

Xiao Hongliao walked on the snowy battlefield, a red small medicine pouch swayed at her waist, her hands holding two double-headed giant wolves, her expression lonely.

Her father was the leader of a small Northern Barbarian tribe who had moved south due to the northern Ghost Tide.

He had committed many atrocities this summer.

Xiao Hongliao hated such a father, yet she also knew he had his reasons. Only those tribes that displayed their claws and fangs fiercely would not be devoured by other tribes.

So she was conflicted. And so, now, she almost atoning put each body into a corpse bag and loaded them onto the wolf mounts.

She was a strong, lively girl and was among the few in the tribe who understood herbal medicine.

She used her identity to secretly save many Dashang people, sheltering them and then finding chances to quietly release them.

She was kind to everyone.

Including that little guide they met when the tribe moved south last year — Ding.

Ding was called Ding Sigu, a clever and friendly child.

So now, as she came to the battlefield to collect corpses, Ding followed her.

Ding did not have much strength but hunched, gritting his teeth, working hard to move.

Xiao Hongliao went over to give him a hand.

Ding panted heavily.

“Just follow me,” Xiao Hongliao brushed the snow off his body.

“Sister Hongliao…” Ding Sigu looked at the girl, wiped his sweat, and said, “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine; you’re sweating, weak.” Xiao Hongliao laughed, casually brushing off the white fallen snow from the little one’s head, then said, “Take a rest if I tell you to.”

“Alright, Sister Hongliao.”

Ding Sigu no longer argued.

After he entered the Barbarian Tribes, life was not smooth.

The Barbarian Tribes respected the strong. In the eyes of Dashang people, he was an ordinary, normal boy, but among the Barbarians, he was completely powerless.

His only use was as a guide.

And after the siege of Dashang’s county town, his role was greatly diminished because there appeared guides more proficient in the Barbarian language and stronger than him.

As he sank into a low point, lost, unsure if he could survive, even beginning to doubt whether everything was karma, Xiao Hongliao was like a ray of light piercing his gray world.

This shaman of the tribe took his hand and led him out of the dark corner.

Ding Sigu thought he was appreciated, believed this shaman noticed his exceptional qualities.

He didn’t know if he was exceptional, but… he stubbornly and baselessly believed so.

Because he wanted to be above others.

But soon, he realized he was wrong.

Xiao Hongliao not only led him into the light but also brought many others, many small animals. She spoke to the unfortunate in a gentle yet bold tone and bandaged the wounds of injured wild animals, including those of the demon beasts like the double-headed giant wolves.

For the first time, this evil-minded boy realized there really was light and kindness in the world.

If this kindness were his enemy’s, he would wantonly exploit it, mock it.

But this kindness belonged to his benefactor.

This favor was different from any he had received before, allowing him to feel hope in true despair.

He felt emotional turmoil.

Then, the young boy silently vowed: If one day, he had the power, he would do his utmost to protect this girl’s kindness. Perhaps, by then, he would also express his affection.

But this “affection” should not be expressed by a small figure.

He wanted to rise above others!

He wanted to be a big figure!

He wanted not to let others casually manipulate his fate!

The wolf mounts paced, loading more and more bodies onto the snowy battlefield.

Some corpses looked terrifying, some were already decayed, some became half skeletons…

But Xiao Hongliao carefully placed each one into a corpse bag, humming an unknown lullaby in a soft Barbarian language.

The wolf mounts, the girl, the boy, they traveled far and farther, only turning back as the sky darkened.

The next day… continued…

On the last day before the talks… it continued as well.

In the evening, as the light snow cleared.

The crimson dusk’s cold radiance illuminated the white snow, dazzling one’s eyes.

Ding Sigu suddenly walked beside Xiao Hongliao, shivering as he said, “Sister Hongliao, tomorrow is the peace talks between our Northern Barbarians and Dashang. Can you take me to meet… the Golden Crow King?”

The Golden Crow King was one of the four Golden Tent Kings of the Northern Barbarians, and also the Golden Tent that Xiao Hongliao’s tribe was affiliated with.

“Shamans” held a special status among the Barbarians. Although Xiao Hongliao was just a little-known young shaman, her status afforded her a chance… at least someone would be willing to help her pass on a word to the Golden Crow King.

As for the leader of Xiao Hongliao’s tribe, the Barbarian who had taken Ding Sigu away, he was fierce enough but lacked intelligence.

“Why?”

Xiao Hongliao was momentarily stunned, but then she looked at the young boy with a playful smile, showing him an encouraging gaze.