World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1120 - 504: The decisive battle begins, harvest the kills!_3

Chapter 1120: 504: The decisive battle begins, harvest the kills!_3

As soon as these words were spoken, the three men’s blood boiled again, itching for action.

However, this was impossible, because in the end, there would certainly be two people with identical headcounts and identical military accomplishments. No matter what, the results would be exactly the same.

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Early the next morning!

The entire battlefield swept away the former ease, becoming incomparably tense and intense, filled with the heavy pressure of an impending storm.

Before dawn, all soldiers had already stationed themselves at their positions.

The Chimera Tribe’s camp was extremely simple, with only two layers of stockade walls.

These two layers of stockade walls were made of wood and were merely three to four meters tall. The defending soldiers stood on the platform behind the walls.

Lanling’s Foreign Tribe Army, as cannon fodder, was naturally placed at the outer stockade walls. Eight hundred soldiers had to defend a five-hundred-meter stretch of wall.

The Chimera Tribe’s other armies had reserves that could rotate in, but the Foreign Tribe Army had no reserves—once they died, they died.

As the first ray of sunlight shone, the entire battlefield erupted with the deafening sound of war drums.

Then, ten thousand troops from the Wild Horse Tribe began gathering, preparing to attack the Chimera Tribe’s camp.

Both sides unleashed their full forces. This was destined to be a brutal, bloody battle that would likely be decided within a single day.

Lanling inspected his battle saber, his bow and arrows, and the spare large bow.

He meticulously wiped his arrows with cloth strips. Back in the Human Kingdom, he had used arrows with black gold tips, but now, he didn’t even have steel-tipped arrows—only a few iron-tipped ones, while a considerable portion had bone tips.

The Foreign Tribe Army was too poor, and Lanling’s demand for arrows was too high; he simply couldn’t afford that many iron arrows.

"Lanling, come out." Suddenly Du Yan’s voice rang out. Clad in striking armor, riding a tall horse, he appeared before Lanling.

"What is it?" Lanling asked.

Du Yan replied, "The real decisive battle is here. There’s no room for your cunning tricks anymore. Aren’t you determined to compete with me for headcounts and military accomplishments?"

Lanling nodded and said, "Yes. If I win, you’ll kneel and apologize to Uncle. If I lose, I won’t go near Dina again."

Du Yan said, "One more condition—if you lose, you’ll kneel and apologize to Miss Ninian!"

Lanling couldn’t help but feel speechless. Du Yan was truly doing everything he could to curry favor with the chieftain’s daughter.

Wasn’t he worried that the brothers in the Foreign Tribe Army might think poorly of him for suggesting such terms?

Lanling laughed and said, "Fine! Since you’ve added a condition, I’ll add one as well. If I win, you won’t just kneel and apologize to Uncle—going forward, the Foreign Tribe Army’s daily grain and meat supplies will increase by thirty percent."

Du Yan’s face instantly twitched. That damn Lanling—he never missed a chance to win people over. And this condition was something Du Yan simply couldn’t agree to.

Originally, Lanling wanted to propose that Du Yan should be kicked out if he lost. But he couldn’t bring up such a condition, as it would undermine the cohesion of the Foreign Tribe Army. On the other hand, improving the army’s rations would win him greater loyalty.

"Fine," Constantine said. "I agree. If Lanling’s headcount and military accomplishments surpass Du Yan’s, the Foreign Tribe Army’s supplies will increase by thirty percent moving forward."

Then Constantine turned to Du Yan and said, "Lanling already has twenty-three headcounts to his credit. Are you feeling the pressure?"

"He is leagues beneath me," Du Yan sneered. "If not for seeking justice for Miss Ninian, he wouldn’t even qualify to compete against me."

At that moment, the chieftain of the Wild Horse Tribe roared loudly, "Attack! Slaughter Constantine’s dogs!"

Then, ten thousand Wild Horse Tribe soldiers charged forward in a frenzy.

The decisive battle began!

Lanling held his bow and arrows in hand. This was the moment to truly rack up headcounts—the moment to create miracles once again.

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