Chapter 892: How about we talk?

As the breach in the fortress wall was completely sealed, the great swarm of Flame Demons retreated like a receding tide. Little Wei Yuan felt the pressure lift slightly. Looking around, he saw no Flame Demons left standing; the ground within a hundred feet of him was carpeted with their corpses, and blood flowed continuously toward the interior of the city, forming small streams and rivers.

Countless Strength Shamans stared at Little Wei Yuan, actually feeling a sense of dread, and dared not approach.

Little Wei Yuan used his spiritual sense to inspect himself, only to discover that his body was already covered in the blood and gore of Flame Demons, layer upon layer; the inner layers hadn't even dried before new ones were poured on. Now, Little Wei Yuan could no longer see his original appearance, and even his eyes were blood-colored.

After another moment, sporadic cheers finally erupted in the fortress. Most of the Strength Shamans simply sat down on the ground, lacking even the strength to stand. The cheering Shamans looked around, and their voices gradually faded.

Outside the fortress, a somewhat lonely figure appeared, walking step by step, holding a corpse that Little Wei Yuan found somewhat familiar.

It was Master Master Ronglong who walked over. As he drew closer, Little Wei Yuan could see through the hair soaked in fresh blood that the corpse Master Master Ronglong was holding was actually Yan Hu's!

Even a Desolate Shaman had fallen?

Master Master Ronglong returned to the fortress without a word, simply placing Yan Hu's corpse down gently in silence, then removed the three Flame Demon heads from his waist and placed them beside Yan Hu.

The other three Desolate Shamans also stood nearby, silently watching Yan Hu's corpse, their eyes filled with the sorrow of a rabbit mourning the death of a fox.

The atmosphere was oppressive, like stagnant dark clouds hanging over everyone's heads, as if only one final bolt of lightning was needed for a torrential downpour to descend.

Master Master Ronglong was silent for a moment, then said, "Notify Yan Hu's family and send his body and belongings back to them. All my military merits from this battle shall be credited to him."

In this battle, Yan Hu had killed two Flame Demons at the Perfection of the Master Yu Jing Realm and one ordinary Master Yu Jing Flame Demon; his military merits were extremely heavy, more than he would usually earn in a year or two. Moreover, Yan Hu had no accumulated military merits, as he had distributed the vast majority to the fallen soldiers as compensation, so he was mostly empty-handed.

Another Desolate Shaman, his eyes filled with sorrow, said slowly, "I will contribute half."

The remaining two Desolate Shamans also contributed a significant amount of military merits, roughly scraping together thirty years of Yan Hu's salary. Exchanged for money, these military merits were enough to support a small tribe in stable development for a hundred years.

But a Strength Shaman in charge of military supplies suddenly said, "Lord Yan Hu... seems to have no family."

Master Master Ronglong was startled and said, "How do I remember him having a son?"

The supply officer said, "Yan Hu killed the Heavenly Shaman's grandson to avenge his son. This matter was originally done without anyone knowing, but his son, coveting the path and bounty promised by the Heavenly Shaman, actually went to report his own father! Lord Yan Hu applied to come to the Sharp Edge precisely because of this matter, having already given up two previous opportunities to be transferred. If he were still alive, he would surely be unwilling to have any further relationship with his current family."

"So that's how it is. It seems I had forgotten." Master Master Ronglong gently rubbed his forehead.

"Lord Yan Hu's heart was already broken, so..."

Master Master Ronglong was silent again for a moment before saying, "Then refine his Dharma Body and send him into reincarnation."

A Desolate Shaman hesitated for a moment and said, "But in this way, he will be unable to maintain the karma of this life, and after reincarnation, he will be a brand-new Shaman, never again having anything to do with this life."

Master Master Ronglong pondered for a moment and said slowly, "That is for the best. If there truly is a next life, he will not need to have any more entanglements with his family, nor will he know that in this world, there is still such a fortress. Otherwise, given his temperament, perhaps in a few hundred years, he would meet them again."

The hearts of all the Desolate Shamans were filled with the chill of autumn, inexplicably sorrowful.

Master Master Ronglong looked at Yan Hu's corpse and nodded slowly. Several Strength Shamans worked together to lift Yan Hu's corpse and place it on a small altar. Afterward, the Sacrificial Shaman sprinkled the corpse with combustion-aiding powder and poured oil over it.

Only with combustion-aiding materials and the power of sacrifice to catalyze it was it possible to completely refine Yan Hu's Dharma Body.

Once Yan Hu's Dharma Body was completely burned to ashes, he would cut off all karma with this life. After reincarnation, even if he were to awaken his wisdom through secret methods, he would not be able to trace it back to this life. The Yan Hu of that time would become a clean sheet of white paper, and everything would start anew.

A Desolate Shaman suddenly said, "Send a message to Extreme Heaven City and report today's battle situation! The Lord has nine Heavenly Eyes; even if they are all blind, he cannot turn a blind eye to a report delivered to his face, can he?"

Master Master Ronglong's speech was very slow, occasionally showing a moment of trance, as he said, "Sending the report up is nothing more than asking for aid, letting them send new reinforcements and new Desolate Shamans down."

"It should be like this anyway. If we fight two more battles like this, even if Lord Jiumu came personally, this fortress wouldn't be able to hold!"

Another Desolate Shaman, his tone revealing a sinister edge, gritted his teeth and said, "Boss, you aren't afraid of Lord Jiumu either. Why don't we trick him over here and finish him off! With a position vacated, it would be just right for you to take over!"

Master Master Ronglong's head seemed to ache even more severely. He frowned and said, "Letting Lord Jiumu send reinforcements is nothing more than handing him a knife, giving him the opportunity to frame Desolate Shamans he finds displeasing and then sending them to us here."

A Desolate Shaman sighed, "Indeed, that is how we came here."

Another Desolate Shaman gave a bitter laugh, "Drafting Strength Shamans to support us is his time to hoard wealth. Whoever sends the least money will be the one sent here." ===== CHAPTER 893 =====