In addition to these letters, there were many other letters sent by small kingdoms, most of which Lind had never heard of, and he could only listen to Lucanus explain while writing replies.
Apart from the two kingdoms, there were many small countries and even city-states, most of them scattered around the borders of the two major kingdoms and in some obscure areas.
Although the royal capital was still deceiving itself, most countries generally understood the situation, treating Lind as the king of the Northern Border, and the content of the letters was similar to those of the nobles, merely greeting him as a way to establish foreign relations.
As long as the attitude wasn’t too bad, Lind replied to each one.
As for the last letter, to be honest, Lind didn’t want to deal with it, but reluctantly opened the envelope.
This was actually a national letter sent from the Demon Clan.
It was evident that the Demon Clan had forgotten what it meant to be humble. They clearly lost the war but presented themselves with a victorious posture, stating that they no longer wanted to fight, while threatening Lind to quickly return all the flesh intact to the Demon Clan’s territory. The language was full of arrogance, even claiming to be the chosen people of God.
However, they also expressed a willingness to temporarily cease hostilities and suggested that the two parties adhere to the current territorial division, living separately while demanding Lind to publicly share technology for cooperation, making one wonder which side truly won.
Looking back at the letter of surrender written when the Demon Clan lost to the Lars Family, they promised never to leave the Eternal Frozen Land. Their current words seemed as empty as farts.
And according to the current territorial divisions? Lind was still preparing for a northern expedition to reclaim the Sur德 Region and other areas illegally occupied by the Demon Clan. This so-called temporary ceasefire was merely due to both sides lacking the capacity for another large-scale battle. As soon as one side reestablished its strength, the war would resume immediately.
Thus, Lind directly wrote, “If you want it, come and take it yourself.”
This referred not only to the chunks of black flesh but also to the technology in Lind’s hands.
At that time, in the Eternal Frozen Land, surrounded by swirling snowstorms, the palace of the Demon King stood quietly amidst the blizzard. Its high spires seemed to pierce the sky, the tips covered in white snow, glistening as if carved from ice. The marble palace walls appeared even more austere under the frost’s embellishment, with long icicles hanging from the smooth surfaces.
Inside the palace, however, it was very warm, with the great hall heated by special charcoal brought from the Eastern Border, continuously burning throughout the day.
No one would like extreme weather, not even the Demon Clan, who claimed to endure hardship by staying in the Eternal Frozen Land.
Inside this warm hall, there was a dead silence, broken only by the angry roars and frenzied footsteps of Demon King Antipa.
The kneeling Demon Clan lord held the casualty statistics from this battle, not daring to make a sound.
The Demon Clan had its own noble system, and over the past few decades, had been learning and merging with human systems. Although the Demon Clan claimed to be the chosen people of God, even the concept of being chosen was borrowed from others, let alone their system, which was a hodgepodge of feudal nobility and tribalism. Most simply had renamed the various chiefs.
The title of lord was granted by Antipa to his subordinate officials and could also refer to most nobles.
“It’s all gone, completely gone! So many brave warriors of the Demon Clan! And the first brain we painstakingly cultivated for real combat, even many of the chosen of the Demon God, all gone!”
Antipa raised a blood-stained shield decorated with the emblem of the Northern Wind Bear and smashed it directly onto the head of the Demon Clan lord. This was one of Antipa’s favorite trophies, symbolizing the Demon Clan trampling the Lars underfoot again.
But now this shield appeared so glaring, hanging on the wall of the hall as if mocking Antipa’s defeat at all times.
Facing Antipa’s roar, the Demon Clan lord quietly said, “Your Majesty, at least we still have the experimental data. With the support of the sacred remains of the Demon God, we can quickly reestablish an army, and it can even be stronger than the previous one.”
The Demon Clan lord cautiously continued, “God is on our side.”
Upon hearing this response, Antipa’s anger lessened; indeed, the deity stood on his side, and rationality returned to Antipa’s mind. He then asked, “How long will it take to raise a new batch of Demon God offspring and brains?”
The Demon Clan lord quickly replied, “Your Majesty, at least three years will be required, as both the experimental conversion and warrior cultivation need time. But in just one year, we can have an even more powerful army.”
After all, there was already a successful case; the rest was just about continuously optimizing the experiments based on that initial foundation.
Although the previous successful case was gone, the experimental data remained.
At this point, Antipa’s expression did not improve much because the strategic objectives had not been achieved; he had not secured the River Valley in the Northern Border, and had lost many warriors.
Moreover, human beings had that strange potion, and the Demon Clan’s scholars had yet to devise a countermeasure.
The Demon Clan’s scholars had speculated that the so-called ancestral potion was Holy Water, but this speculation was promptly denied by the Demon Clan’s own scholars, as Holy Water was not something that could be easily obtained. If the sole survivor of this battle truly spoke the truth, it would mean that humans had already mastered the means of mass-producing Holy Water.
Then what was the significance of the deity’s existence?
The Demon Clan truly believed in the existence of the deity more than any other race, as they had indeed unearthed the corpse of God.
From this point of view, the Demon Clan was, to some extent, more pious toward the Goddess than humans, at least more than a certain Northern Border Governor.
Getting angry was of no help; sending that arrogant letter to Lind was Antipa’s final stubbornness. Although they lost this time, internal propaganda could not afford to lose. The Demon Clan still defeated the human army, and it was only because of the benevolence of his Majesty the Demon King that they did not continue their advance, giving humanity a chance to survive. This letter was the best proof.
No matter how the battle went, it was about winning. Even if they lost on the front line, they could find victories elsewhere.
The human army was in a frantic pursuit, while the Demon Clan’s army was celebrating victory.
Antipa returned to his throne and asked, “Has that sole survivor regained consciousness?”
“Your Majesty, we have worked hard to bring him back to normal, but the stimulus he received this time seems greater than before. We are still working on it.”
The sole survivor was Daniel, who had panicked and fled the battlefield the moment he was frightened.
Running away, while shameful, was indeed useful; Daniel had once again exhibited his traditional running skill and had successfully escaped back to the area controlled by the Demon Clan.
If the battle had continued smoothly at that time, Daniel’s actions would have been unequivocally those of a deserter, deserving punishment. But now, Daniel had become the hero who brought back real battlefield intelligence and was the only survivor on the battlefield under the frenzy of human slaughter.
Moreover, Antipa intended to shape Daniel into a hero. After all, he was the only Demon Clan member to return alive from the front lines. So what had actually happened on the battlefield could easily be told by Daniel. With just a bit of embellishment, Antipa could stabilize public opinion within.
Indeed, Antipa was a capable leader for the Demon Clan. Even if he had shortcomings in other areas, he was adept at manipulating public opinion.
