Did they really think the Ten Crows were suckers?
They'd tricked them once, and now they wanted to use the same trick to fool them a second time?
Shen Tang wasn't optimistic about that.
Still, it was clear she didn't understand the Ten Crows well enough.
They claimed their ancestors had been ten Golden Crows who had descended to earth, settled there, and bred a new race. Their bodies flowed with the noble blood of the Golden Crows, making them descendants of the gods.
Whether outsiders believed this self-aggrandizing tale or not, the Ten Crows had passed it down and believed it themselves for two hundred years. No one in the world, they said, was better suited to live in the fertile, prosperous Central Plains.
They coveted the fertile soil of the Central Plains.
Unfortunately, there were natural barriers in the form of mountains, as well as the National Border Barrier near the mountains. Breaking through and invading was as difficult as ascending to the heavens. Because of that, the Ten Crows would never pass up any opportunity that might let them move south. In other words—
Shen Tang clicked her tongue. She couldn't believe there were such suckers in the world.
"The Ten Crows are likely to fall for it a second time?"
Qi Shan gave a mocking laugh. "It wouldn't exactly be the second time."
Shen Tang: "???"
Qi Shan said uncertainly, "Using the Ten Crows to do the dirty work—it's practically a Northwest tradition by now, isn't it?"
Shen Tang: "..."
In a way, the Ten Crows were rather "pitiful."
The countries of the continent's northwest had been at war for ages. There were always a few particularly underhanded ones who secretly colluded with the Ten Crows, having them send troops to harass the passes near the