"Envoy?"
When Ye Zhen heard those two words, he instinctively raised his head, almost suspecting that he had misheard.
Yet Gu Tieqi, who had entered the commander's tent to report, wore an utterly serious expression.
Ye Zhen knew even better that although he had a good personal relationship with Gu Tieqi, He Qi, and the others, and they sometimes joked in private,
in this camp, in this central command tent, if Gu Tieqi dared joke with Ye Zhen, then his neck was itching for a beheading!
At this moment, the only envoy who could be sent to the central command tent and personally reported by Gu Tieqi could only be from the Devil Race!
"Who is it? Does he have proof of identity?" Ye Zhen asked.
"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, it is Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun. He carries a personal letter from Demon Emperor Ami Hao, and his status as an envoy has been confirmed beyond doubt," Gu Tieqi said.
Ye Zhen was taken aback.
Although Great Zhou and the Devil Race were mortal enemies, even enemies sometimes had no choice but to communicate—for instance, to exchange prisoners, retrieve the bodies of those fallen in battle, or for other matters.
Thus, Great Zhou and the Devil Race had long established such channels of exchange. It was not as though any Devil Race noble could casually claim to be an envoy.
One had to carry seals and credentials exchanged and recognized by both sides to be considered an envoy.
Otherwise, killing the other side would be simply delightful. No one ever thought they had too much Military Merit.
"Did he state his purpose?" Ye Zhen asked.
"He did not explain specifically, but Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun said that he had brought the goodwill of Demon