Chapter 83

If you don't flee, this is the outcome!

"The King is finished!"

Some lion warriors said blankly.

The Old Lion King had been king for decades and had single-handedly conquered the lion territory; it could be said that the current glory of the lion tribe was created by him.

Yet now, this powerful Old Lion King was about to fall.

"Save the King!"

Many lion warriors rushed over, attempting to save the Old Lion King, but as soon as they touched the Abyss Demon Flame, they let out screams.

The flame would spread!

"Run!"

More lion warriors fled!

Because the Green Lake Woodlands were vast, the lion warriors in the distance did not yet know of this scene.

However, the Old Lion King’s order had already been passed down.

The lion warriors began a full-scale retreat.

"Signal!"

Sister Sister Mengying said to the Centaur Chief.

The Centaur Chief unslung his bow from his side, drew it, and fired an arrow into the sky!

"Whoosh!"

The Centaur Chief’s strength was considerable; the arrow shot straight up to a height of over one hundred meters, and the explosive flame on the arrow burst open.

Around her, several other centaur warriors also fired arrows simultaneously.

A small firework instantly formed in the sky.

"The lion tribe is retreating, all troops advance!"

The fox-girl Sister Qing Ling recognized this signal.

Yes, different ways of firing arrows represented different meanings.

This was also an inspiration the fox-girl Sister Qing Ling had received from Lin Yan; otherwise, usually only human kingdoms would use such methods to transmit information over long distances!

The army, which had long been ready, moved out.

Rumble.

Charging at the very front were the centaur warriors!

They were the fastest, and they were the most effective when pursuing.

Following closely behind were the elk warriors; these elk warriors were not slow at running either.

Behind them were two thousand heavy tanks, the bear warriors!

The fox and cat tribe troops followed behind the bear warriors, advancing steadily!

In the Green Lake Woodlands, the lion warriors began a full-scale retreat.

However, due to communication issues, some lion warriors who were unaware of the situation had not yet managed to retreat before being caught up by the centaur warriors.

In the woods, the Old Lion King’s screams grew fainter.

Even though he was a sixth-rank warrior and the King of the Lions, he was no different from other lion warriors in the face of the Abyss Demon Flame.

The only difference was that his soul burned for a longer time.

After the Abyss Demon Flame burned out, it extinguished completely.

However, Lin Yan had already received evolution points and energy points.

Sister Sister Mengying walked forward, and she saw that the Old Lion King and those lion warriors who had tried to help him extinguish the fire were intact, with no visible wounds.

Even inside their bodies, there were no injuries.

The Abyss Demon Flame had burned at the soul level, leaving them as nothing more than empty shells!

Its temperature could not be felt by the physical body!

Several centaur warriors walked up, removed the armor from the Old Lion King, and then Sister Sister Mengying threw a flame obtained through prayer, burning the Old Lion King and his subordinates into ashes.

"Continue the pursuit!"

Sister Sister Mengying said.

Although the Old Lion King was dead, the war was not over.

If the sixty thousand lion army put up a desperate fight, it would still be a tough battle.

There was also a sixth-rank High Priest who didn't know where he had fled.

One thousand centaur warriors continued to take the field, joining the pursuing army.

These lion warriors were indeed fast when fleeing; the Old Lion King’s estimate had not been wrong.

Because the army of the City of Miracles was still over ten kilometers away, not many lion warriors were ultimately caught, unlike that previous great rout.

After all, this was the lion tribe’s territory, and they were more familiar with it.

Of the sixty thousand plus lion warriors, sixty thousand eventually fled back into the lion tribe’s Royal City.

The lion tribe’s Royal City was much smaller in scale compared to the City of Miracles.

The entire city wall of the Royal City was built of stone.

However, the Royal City’s walls were not as regular as those of the City of Miracles.

The adhesive the lion tribe used was merely lime.

The city wall was about ten meters high; before the City of Miracles appeared, this had been the largest city in this orc kingdom!

Over sixty thousand lion warriors fled into the city one after another.

Inside the Royal City, there was immediate chaos.

"What, Father King is dead?"

In the current lion royal family, only four princes remained.

These four princes were not even willing to go to the City of Miracles to claim military merit; one could imagine what kind of people they were.

"It's over, it's over, it's all over now."

These four princes were panicking more than the last.

"What do we do, should we surrender?"

One prince asked.

This guy had completely lost his head.

"Yes, yes, why don't we just surrender? Our sixty thousand elite troops didn't win before, and even Aoding'erdun died. Now our seventy thousand troops still didn't win, and even Father King died. If we don't surrender, what else can we do?"

Another lion prince said.

"They won't kill all the lions, will they? If we surrender and agree to any demands they make, we should be able to save our lives, right?"

The third lion prince said.

"Surrender? Surrender to what!"

At this moment, the fourth lion prince stood up and said.

"You three cowards, all you know is how to surrender. Attacking a city is harder than defending one. Our Royal City has such high walls, and we still have tens of thousands of warriors left. We should defend the city! We couldn't take their city before, and they won't be able to take ours this time either!"

The fourth lion prince spoke with conviction, and the more he spoke, the more confident he became.

This guy had never even been on a battlefield.

If he were in a human kingdom, this guy would be another Zhao Kuo.

No, not even as good as Zhao Kuo; at least Zhao Kuo had read military books!

The fourth lion prince’s mind raced, and he quickly came up with a strategy:

"Go, let's reorganize the army. As long as we repel them a few times and cause them huge losses, they won't attack anymore. Then we can negotiate terms! We might even counterattack and bury their army in our territory..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly had a feeling that he could turn the tide, and his blood couldn't help but boil:

"That’s it, the moment of greatest weakness is also the moment of greatest strength. Do you three dare to take a gamble? Once we succeed, the four of us will rule as kings together!"

After the prince finished speaking, he looked at the other three lion princes, only to see that two of them seemed somewhat moved by his words, while the other hesitated and asked:

"But Thirteen, there is still a Magus and a sixth-rank warrior on the other side. How do we solve that?"

The Thirteenth Prince was stumped by the question.

That burst of hot blood was immediately doused by a bucket of cold water.