Chapter 125

That was a city built from piled stones!

This city was quite prosperous, and on ordinary days plenty of beastmen of other races came here to trade.

"What? An entire thousand-strong unit of ours was wiped out by the Centaur race, and even Chieftain Rick was killed!"

This news sent shockwaves through the entire Lion race!

"First the Tiger race, now the Centaur race! Do these fellows really think that just because they've grown stronger, they dare to challenge our Lion race?"

In the palace of piled stone within the Lion race's Wang Cheng, an old lion-man dressed in splendid clothing said indignantly.

This old lion-man was precisely the Lion race's "King."

"Father, the Cat race is nothing to fear. We had originally planned to wait for the main army to return and wipe out the Cat race as a warning to those restless fellows—who would have thought they'd slip away so fast. Now the Centaur race is openly opposing us, probably thinking we suffered heavy losses in our fight with the Tiger race and seizing the chance to cause trouble! Once the main army returns, I am willing to lead troops to exterminate the Centaurs and make an example of them!"

After the old lion-man spoke, at once a burly lion-man stepped forward and said.

"Once the main army returns I too can lead troops to wipe out the Centaurs, but what do we do now? Let these Cat race fellows escape? If so, our Lion race will become a laughingstock for others!"

Another burly lion-man said.

The old lion-man pondered for a moment, then asked the first lion-man who had spoken: "Bert, how many men can we still muster right now?"

The first lion to speak, Prince Bert, said: "Father, we can currently pull together three thousand Wang Cheng guards, and if we draw some from the local guards as well, we can scrape together five thousand warriors! There's still time to pursue the Cat race. Rick's subordinates were brave and skilled fighters. Although the Centaur race wiped out Rick's unit, their own casualties were at least over a thousand."

No sooner had Prince Bert finished speaking than a lion-man arrived to report: "Report, Your Majesty—one of Chieftain Rick's subordinates has returned, gravely wounded!"

"Bring him in at once!"

Prince Bert said.

After a short while, the gravely wounded lion-man warrior was helped into the palace by two lion-man warriors.

After the battle on the plains, after Meng Ying killed Chieftain Rick, she had originally intended to rest and check the battlefield, to see if any fish had slipped through the net, but at that moment firelight rose from the direction of the Cat race's main force, so Meng Ying led the Centaurs away in haste.

This allowed one gravely wounded lion-man warrior who had been playing dead to escape.

Yet of those thousand warriors, only this one escaped.

This warrior happened to perfectly miss those five lion-race warriors.

After the gravely wounded lion-man warrior arrived in the palace, Prince Bert asked impatiently:

"What was the situation on the battlefield? How many Centaurs did they field?"

The gravely wounded lion-man warrior said: "Reporting to the Prince, the Centaurs numbered only a thousand!"

Only a thousand!

This figure made Prince Bert freeze for a moment.

"A thousand? How is that possible? Weren't you also a thousand?"

Prince Bert simply could not believe it!

The gravely wounded lion-man warrior said: "Reporting to the Prince, they truly numbered only a thousand, but their entire bodies were covered in thick iron armor—that kind of armor was terrifying. We clashed with them just once, and more than half of us were dead!"

At this point, the lion-man warrior could not help trembling.

That battle had already become his nightmare!

"Armor? What armor? And what about them—how many did they lose?"

Prince Bert pressed.

The gravely wounded lion-man warrior said: "One!"

"What!!!"

Prince Bert roared: "You bastard, you fled the battlefield, and now you still dare to deceive me! Our elite warriors faced the same number of Centaur warriors, and we were wiped out while they lost only one—do you take me for a three-year-old child!"

"Report!"

At that moment, another lion-man rushed in hurriedly, shouting loudly:

"Your Majesty, this is terrible—our Lion Pass has been breached by the Centaurs!"