Wheels Running Over My Face

In aristocratic circles, being a womanizer is not uncommon. But the Her Highness the Eldest Princess [Frost Swordswoman] had never been involved in any scandals was quite surprising to them.

Ymir's subordinates naturally wouldn't gossip about her private affairs.

Even if someone guessed it, no one would ask; no one would dare to ask.

But if it were a muscle-bound guy like Bazel, he wouldn't be so particular.

Others could see the strangeness in Ymir's expression, how could a legend not notice it?

They hadn't been out of the camp for long when this guy couldn't contain his burning gossip and shouted, "Hey, kid Rein, you're not that Princess's lover, are you?"

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Rein rolled his eyes, wondering why Bazel would ask such a question, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Which eye of this guy saw that he had an improper relationship with Ymir?

He himself doesn't want to work hard anymore, but others still have to give him the opportunity.

"Wow~ You're something else! The dignified Princess Oma, you actually managed to win her over?"

Hearing that Rein didn't try to deny it, Bazel felt that he had guessed correctly.

Then, listening to this guy analyze with an air of seriousness, "I knew it was strange. Last time in the City of Radiance, she personally went to rescue you. No matter what prince or princess it was, they wouldn't necessarily make that Her Highness the Eldest Princess so concerned. So you two were already together?"

This guy was originally a master thief, and he spoke without any restraint.

Pshaw! That's incredibly vulgar!

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Rein knew he didn't want to hear about the complicated alliance plans, and he wasn't going to tell him anyway.

He could only explain with one sentence, "She and I are just allies."

"Hehe."

Bazel gave him a look: Guess whether I believe you or not?

Despite his seemingly ordinary life, this legendary figure lived to be over two hundred years old.

But deep down he's a total goofball.

He winked and asked, "What were you doing in the tent just now?"

Rein didn't understand why this guy looked like he was saying, "We're discussing something, what else could we be doing? You know, I'm sending her a letter and then advising her not to get involved in this mess."

Bazel: "That's it? Didn't you do anything else?"

Rein: "What else can we do?"

Bazel: "The Princess!"

"???"

Did a car wheel just run over my face?

Rein was bewildered for a moment, then suddenly understood the meaning behind the guy's smirking grin. He said, half-laughing and half-crying, "Senior, your language comprehension needs improvement."

Bazel chuckled, "Heh. Do you think we werewolves are stupid? Or do you think we're blind?"

Once they were more familiar with each other, Rein spoke without restraint, jokingly saying, "Senior, I didn't mean any offense. But my teacher has done in-depth research on werewolf bloodlines, and from a biological science perspective, the first part of your statement isn't wrong."

Bazel: "."

As Rein and his companion emerged from the "War Fog," Ghost Mushroom Elder Dahle and the Kolman Warrior waiting outside breathed a sigh of relief.

"Doctor Rein, how are the negotiations going?"

"What do those invaders want to do? Should we start a war now?"

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Several warrior leaders riding magical beasts immediately responded, and as soon as Rein said something was wrong, they would immediately launch an attack into the mist.

Elder Dahle also came over, his expression grave, and asked, "Are they here for the temple?"

Aside from Rein and his group, he couldn't trust any "invaders" who invaded their homeland.

"Yes, they did come for the temple."

Rein said directly, "Those people are also old acquaintances of mine. After I told them that the temple was a 'dead zone,' they gave up the idea of going any further."

Elder Dahle also found it somewhat unbelievable. "Did those people give up so easily?"

Although he felt that Doctor Rein was a friend and shouldn't be doubted, the other party was a top-tier expert among the invaders, and they were just going to give up like that?

"Right."

Rein didn't want to explain the alliance to them right away, so he just gave them the result. "They will leave the forest immediately and will not go any deeper. Also, I told them that the warriors will monitor their departure from the forest, so there shouldn't be any problems."

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Elder Dahle's brows relaxed.

If the enemy doesn't retreat, a battle is inevitable. But such a sharp, elite force is inherently difficult to capture completely. If a major battle breaks out, even if a few invaders are killed, there will certainly be casualties among our people.

War is never their wish unless they are forced into it.

But now that he has promised to leave, that's good news.

Thinking of this, Elder Dahle said to Rein, "Doctor Rein, I'm sorry to have troubled you this time. You've saved our tribe from an unnecessary bloodshed."

Rein smiled. "I'm a friend of the Kolman Tribe."

Elder Dahle nodded, then addressed the tribespeople around him. "Withdraw the encirclement and traps along the path leading out of the forest. Gaar Squad, you are responsible for monitoring those people leaving the forest. Report back immediately if you discover anything unusual."

"Yes, Elder!"

At a single command, the monster knights in the jungle immediately sprang into action.

As agreed Ymir and his party withdrew directly from the forest.

Rein and Bazel returned to the Midgard Temple Tribe with the main force of the Kolman Tribe.

Although the trip took several days, the gains were enormous.

At least, Rein has determined to leave the Kolman Tribe a way out.

Despite the Kolman Tribe' formidable individual combat prowess and the advantages of terrain and weather in the forest, their inferior equipment and smaller population make large-scale warfare increasingly difficult and brutal.

The war dragged on until later, and after those "War Elephant-class" and "Behemoth-class" Mechanical City invaded the forest, the monster mounts and a small number of cannons couldn't harm the Mechanical City at all.

The Kolman Tribe, having suffered repeated defeats, were no longer qualified to engage in direct combat.

It's only a matter of time before the main force of the City of Radiance invades the Central Courtyard Tribe.

So, as soon as he returned to the tribe, Rein went to the Bamboo House again and found the Great Shaman Mafat.

Inside the room, only Rein and Mafat were present.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Although Rein brought back the key to the mechanical box that locked the Kolman Tribe artifact, Mafat said it was too late.

The seal has been broken, and the outbreak of the [Black Tide] is irreversible.

But in reality, regardless of when the key is found or whether the "Black Tide" prophesied by the Kolman ancestors will erupt, the Kolman Tribe is currently facing a life-or-death situation.

After receiving information about the main force's offensive movements from Ymir, Rein deduced in his mind that the war would be completely over within a few months.

He urged again, "Priest, this is my conclusion. In two months at most, the large Mechanical City will invade the depths of the forest. The cannons on the large Mechanical City, in terms of both range and power, are more than ten times that of the cannons our tribal warriors have captured! Moreover, each Mechanical City has Magic Tower, a magical building that can give even a fifth-tier mage 'elder-level' combat power."

"Your Kolman Tribe has shown great kindness to me and my companions, and I do not wish to see my friends suffer. Ancestral precepts cannot be disobeyed, and the temple must be protected. But I do not wish to see the tribe's valiant warriors fight against the steel fortress with stone spears and bows, using their bodies to withstand cannon fire, making selfless sacrifices. The will of the Morogos God is supreme, and I believe He would not wish to see His followers cruelly murdered and slaughtered by the enemy."

"I don't believe that a strategic retreat would incur the wrath of the Morogos God. On the contrary, it is precisely this that ensures the continuation of civilization, the continuation of faith, and the eternal existence of the god's will."

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Last time, Rein tried to persuade him, but Mafat didn't respond.

Tribal culture is primitive and simple, but also stubborn.

But faith is above all else; the tribal warriors feel that protecting the temple is more important than life itself.

Rein knew that the old man in front of him must have understood what he had said earlier.

Mafat listening to Rein's story, Marfa's aged face looked even more forlorn.

He walked to the window of the Bamboo House, looked out, and saw the villagers. Once, this place was peaceful; now, it was full of wounded, the elderly, and the disabled.

As the wise old man gazed at the scene, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

For a moment, no one spoke; the room was eerily quiet.

Occasionally, one could hear hissing sounds coming from under the Bamboo House; it was the tongues of several giant pythons flicking their tongues.

Rein felt he should speak. He looked at the desolate figure by the window, took a deep breath, and then exhaled.

The old man decided not to retreat; all the warriors of the tribe would fight to the death, until their last drop of blood was shed.

If the elders decide to migrate the tribe, then the ancestral precepts upheld by the tribe that guards the temple for generations will collapse.

On one side were ancestral precepts, and on the other was the life and death of the entire tribe. He was the highest leader of the tribe, and the heavy burden of making the choice rested on his shoulders alone.

It would be like a mountain, with unimaginable pressure on others.

After a long while, no one spoke.

Rein felt that this attempt might be fruitless again.

But at this moment,

Mafat opened his eyes and sighed softly, "Never mind."

He turned to look at Rein and said slowly, "Indeed, as you said, only if the fire of the Kolman Tribe continues will the will of the Morogos God never perish."

Upon hearing this, Rein immediately perked up. Had the old man finally come to his senses?

Actually, he had wanted to say this for a long time: since the temple was a "dead zone," let those guys go and die.

However, this involves the realm of "faith," and the Kolman absolutely allowed living people to enter their temples.

He didn't dare to say it.

"Doctor Rein, you're right. The children in the tribe are too young. They shouldn't lose their lives in this war that is doomed to fail."

At this moment, Mafat suddenly changed the subject and said, "But the temple must be protected. Since that's the case, let us old bones take on this responsibility."

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Upon hearing this, Rein vaguely guessed what was going on, and his brows furrowed again.

But judging from Mafat's serious expression, it seems that this is the final decision.

After thinking about it, he didn't say anything more.

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