Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 669: The Stone Sword Covenant and Queen Heshia
Under the cover of night, Tilan stood in the camp that had already become a mess, with unextinguished embers and ashes still at her feet. After she forcefully stopped the riot, the entire camp finally calmed down slowly.

The fire was still there, but the various roars and running sounds had become quieter.

Not many people in the king's camp knew Tilan, although her other image was widely known. Fortunately, she didn't need to introduce herself at this time because a few high-ranking wolf-bloods recognized her.

"Lady Heshia, it's me, I'm Gus." Gus, who was like a mountain of fat, lay on the ground and spoke in a flattering and begging tone.

Seeing that the girl ignored him, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. At this moment, the other wolf-bloods were still somewhat hesitant and fearful. After all, the girl in front of them had just knocked the Wolf-Blood Queen away and crushed her like slaughtering a chicken. This kind of strength combined with her weak body gave them a sense of trance and unreality, as if the memories just now were all false.

There were indeed some people who had not seen the battle scene just now. Seeing the girl standing so arrogantly in the middle of the king's camp, they wanted to teach her a lesson.

"Where did this little girl come from? She looks quite pleasing to the eyes. Come here!" A wolf-blood with a scar on the corner of his eye walked out of the crowd. When he saw the girl standing in the open space, his eyes lit up and he rushed over.

Seeing that he was about to reach out to grab the girl, the others couldn't help but hold their breath. Some were gloating, some were extremely nervous, some were tentatively observing, and some were looking forward to verification. Tilan saw all these emotions and thoughts. Although she saved a lot of people, most of them were confused. Many people thought they were lucky to survive. Only a small number of extraordinary people with excellent eyesight and the energy to observe the whole process understood the true course of this battle.

As expected, they are an uncivilized and barbaric race. Tilan's mind suddenly changed, and the holy sword inserted into the ground swung open an invisible barrier, directly separating this person and pushing him away step by step.

Seeing this scene, Gus suddenly thought of something. He immediately stood up and shouted, "Come here, catch this guy who offended Lady Heshia and chop him up!"

This guy really doesn't take human life seriously. Although Tilan doesn't like the many wolf-bloods at the scene, she comes from a civilized society after all, and she doesn't have the tendency to kill an entire family at every turn.

But at this moment, she would not beg for mercy out of excessive sympathy.

Under Gus's order, several wolf-blood guards at the scene hesitated for a moment and decided to execute the order. No matter what, the wolf-blood queen is gone now. They are a race that admires the strong. If they want to survive in this land in the future, they must please the girl in front of them. Instead of waiting until there is no way to please her in the future, it is better to show their loyalty today. Anyway, the wolf-blood race never talks about loyalty and trust, so let her betray them.

The man who was just feeling smug, thinking he had caught a pretty and delicate girl and was about to take her home to enjoy, couldn't understand why when he saw people suddenly surrounding him and trying to catch him.

"What are you doing? She is a cheap bitch, born for us to play with. Why are you arresting me?"

"Just shut up!" Fearing that this guy would say a few more words, several wolf-blood guards who came over quickly covered his mouth and dragged him away.

Not long after, a bloody head was brought over and placed quietly on the ground.

This barbaric and bloody behavior made Tilan feel a little uncomfortable, but she didn't say much. Perhaps it was the experience during this period that made her realize that it would be like talking to a cow to talk about moral beliefs when dealing with this kind of settlement race in a barbaric and primitive state.

Let’s do it step by step.

"Since you know me, I won't waste my words. Gus, gather all the remaining high-ranking members and extraordinary people of the wolfblood race. Notify the other races as well and have them send representatives here. As for the others, divide them into several teams, responsible for firefighting, rescuing people, and resettling them."

"Yes, yes, yes, Gus understands. I will make it beautiful for Lady Heshia." Seeing that the girl was finally willing to talk to him and even gave him orders, Gus felt relieved.

Since he is willing to give me orders, he treats him as his own. Now that I can get close to this powerful figure, it is the greatest guarantee for my survival in this chaotic situation.

About half an hour later, the leading representatives of various tribes in the king's camp, as well as the remaining high-ranking members of the wolf-blood race, all gathered in the central open space.

There is a gorgeous silver holy sword inserted here, with golden branches and silver roses entwined on it. Just standing there, it gives some high-level extraordinary people a strong sense of oppression. On the contrary, ordinary people who have not practiced the sequence much do not feel much, and think it is just a beautiful sword.

Faced with this holy sword, the wolfbloods, who were originally somewhat dissatisfied and disloyal, had to curb some of their ambition and arrogance and stood aside in silence.

Several wooden boxes were piled up on the ground not far from the holy sword, and Tilan was sitting on top of the wooden box, about three or four meters above the ground, her long black hair and dress fluttering in the evening breeze.

Seeing everyone gradually gathered, she jumped down from above and landed next to the holy sword like a feather.

"I know that many of you are dissatisfied, but I don't care about that." Tilan's eyes swept across the crowd. Many people felt uneasy as if they were seen through after being scanned by those scorching eyes.

"Originally, I had no intention of interfering with your life on the grassland, but unfortunately the Queen did not give me a chance to leave safely."

"The war and fire tonight originated from the dispute between you, the Wolfbloods and the Butterflyeyes. This is a matter between the two of you. You can resolve it between yourselves later."

"However, since I have taken action this time, I will not leave without caring about anything."

"I hope you can make an agreement here in front of me today." Tilan's voice was still ethereal, and at this moment it sounded very clearly in the minds of everyone present, which shocked them.

Could this be a superior species of some new race, or a pre-selected king? Among most new races, only the superior species have such powerful telepathic communication abilities.

"What I hope is that in the future, the grasslands will establish a minimum order and ensure the smooth flow of trade routes. There can be wars between settlements, but no unnecessary killings. All looters of unknown origin will be wanted by all settlements."

It will take time to get these guys out of their primitive tribal system and slavery, but at least if we build up production and provide them with other means of living and normal life, we can gradually reduce the occurrence of overly barbaric and bloody behaviors.

"In addition, each settlement will contribute a portion of its troops and manpower to form a patrol cavalry team to maintain order across the grassland. The captains of these patrol cavalry will be replaced every year and will be elected by candidates at the annual meeting." This system cannot be said to be particularly perfect, but at least it is not complicated or difficult to implement from scratch.

In fact, this system was not created by Tilan. It was borrowed from the establishment of the Orc Empire in the First Era. Their model was very effective in dealing with such primitive and nomadic tribes.

At first, everyone was a little confused, but as Tilan explained one by one, a grand blueprint slowly formed in their minds.

It seems that this method is unexpectedly to my taste and quite feasible.

The wolfbloods must be dissatisfied with having lost their former status as superior to other races, but the other races think this is a good thing. At least they will not be robbed for no reason. They can also make agreements and deals at the annual conference with everyone witnessing them, without fear of being robbed by powerful settlements.

After a night of discussion and proposals, a covenant was finally drawn up that all grassland settlements must abide by.

"The first is that in March of each year, the grassland will hold a meeting to discuss the year's activities and adjudicate various events."

"Article 2: During the conference, no tribe or settlement may plunder or block others from going to the conference venue. Violators will be punished."

"Article 3. Each settlement will select 1% of its members based on their total population and strength to form patrol cavalry. Their supplies and sustenance will be provided by all members of the conference."

"Article 4. During the meeting, there will be a non-life-threatening duel, and the winner will become a candidate for the captain of the Rangers."

"Article 5. All caravans traveling to and from the grasslands must submit applications to the assembly and obtain a pass. If a caravan holding a pass goes missing or dies, the entire local patrol cavalry team will be punished."

"Article 6: Fights between settlements prohibit massacres and genocide. After each battle between settlements, both parties involved must notify the nearby rangers to record it."

"Article 7. At the annual conference, each settlement will be allocated student quotas based on the number of people and contributions. With these quotas, children and teenagers from their own settlements can be sent to the conference and study and train here for a whole year. The instructors are knowledgeable and powerful extraordinary people selected from each settlement."

Too many rules would be hard to implement, and these stupid guys couldn't remember them, so Tilan finally decided on these seven. If these seven rules were fully implemented, in about ten years, the settlements on the grassland would gradually form a common cognitive framework. In addition, the children and teenagers would definitely be the best among their peers, and most of them would inherit power and become the core of each settlement. In this way, the entire settlement would be domesticated and taught step by step, and slowly enter a civilized society. Finally, these seven rules were combined to become the Stone Sword Covenant, and the venue of the conference was determined to be the location where Tilan inserted the holy sword.

In the early morning, a huge solid stone holy sword slowly rose from the ground. It stood tall and towering like a lighthouse torch on this flat grassland. Surrounding this holy sword made of huge stone were seven stone tablets, on which were engraved the agreement made today, and behind them were the names of settlements and races. Surprisingly, the butterfly-eyed species was also among them this time.

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In the makeshift tent, a woman in purple with bandages wrapped around her body sat up halfway, leaning against the head of the bed. Beside her were two other Butterfly Eyed people who supported her and helped her tidy up her messy hair.

Beside the bed, Tilan sat on a tall wooden chair, listening to the other party explain last night's actions and experiences over the years.

“I am indeed not a butterfly-eyed species, but I have a deep connection with them.” The other party coughed and then continued.

"My name is Alyssa. When I was a child, I lived at the foot of a remote snow-capped mountain. It was a remote place with few people. Although it was difficult, there was no conflict."

"There are only a dozen people in the settlement at the foot of the mountain. We are very close to each other. Although we didn't have much to eat when we were young, we were lucky overall and didn't have any worries."

"But when I was 9 years old, the village encountered a disaster. A wandering white bear attacked us. The strongest people in the village couldn't defeat it, so they could only flee for their lives."

"Just like that, my family and I slipped and fell into the valley while we were navigating the steep snowy landslide."

"I would have died at that time, but a girl with butterfly eyes saved me."

"Yes, it was the genius Molila from the Butterfly Eye Clan twenty years ago. However, she had not returned to the grassland at that time. Instead, she was studying with a sage in the north."

"That's how I was brought to the Sage and started to learn from him. Jasmine can be said to be my senior sister, and she took care of me like an elder sister or mother."

"Later, she told me that she was going back to her hometown. I also said at that time that I would go to see her after a few years when I grew up. I didn't expect that it would be our farewell forever."

"When I arrived at the grassland, the butterfly species was already endangered. At this time, I used my knowledge and abilities to save the remaining members, gained their trust, and led them to slowly settle down until today."

"What does the sage who taught you look like?" Tilan was quite curious.

"The teacher looked old, with snow-white hair, but his body was not wrinkled and loose like a normal old man. Instead, he looked a bit like a young man."

"He knows a lot of knowledge, whether it's mathematics, writing, history, art, extraordinary skills, etc. He said that when he was young, he encountered a miracle from heaven, and then had an extremely long dream. When he woke up, he understood a lot of knowledge that he had never known before."

"He said that this was the knowledge God had given him, hoping that he could educate the ignorant people in this world."

"However, the teacher's teaching journey was not smooth. After suffering several failures, he gradually gave up and only taught the geniuses he thought he could teach, that is, Sister Jasmine and me."

"Is that so..." Tilan knew that there was no point in asking further at this point. She might have to find out the true face and identity of the sage in person, but she was not that interested in these things right now.

After finishing the conversation, Tilan told the other party to rest and recover, then walked out of the tent.

At this moment, someone suddenly ran into the area where the tents were stationed and shouted, "Found it, found the Queen."

Hearing this sound, many people ran out of the tents, most of whom were wolf-bloods.

The following words poured cold water on all the wolfbloods who still held out hope.

"The Queen's body has been brought back."

Along with the bumpy dragging of the cart, a corpse that was beyond human size slowly entered the ruined camp.

After hearing the news, many people gathered in the streets to watch, and there were all kinds of whispers. When she was alive, the Wolf-Blood Queen was an object of fear, but not after her death.

On the cart, the red hair was still eye-catching, but the face underneath was a little distorted, without the usual ferocity and arrogance, and the flesh on his body was also seeping with golden threads, as if there were metal wires embedded in the body.

When she heard that the Wolfblood Queen's body was brought into the camp, Tilan couldn't help but cover her forehead in distress while sitting in her chair.

They wouldn't think that I like seeing the corpse of my opponent and take it as an honor. Although the opponent was very miserable when he was alive and did nothing human, now that he is dead, let him lie in the ground. There is no need to drag him back.

Unfortunately, it was useless for her to say anything at this time. A large crowd followed the cart slowly forward and came to the center of the camp, where the stone sword stood.

Knowing that it was useless to hide at this time, Tilan had to tidy up her hair and clothes and walk out of the rest tent.

Gus was kneeling beside the cart, with several leaders of the Wolfblood Settlement beside him, all of whom were prostrating themselves on the ground obediently.

The death of the Wolf-Blood Queen completely shattered the luck and hope in their hearts, and at this moment they truly surrendered to the young girl.

Seeing that everyone at the scene was looking at her silently, waiting for her decision, Tilan turned her gaze and looked at the Wolf Blood Queen who had been dead for a long time.

The other party probably ran in the wilderness for dozens of miles before he lost consciousness and fell down due to the spread of the golden leaves on his wounds.

Maybe there won't be much pain in the end, Tilan comforted herself, such people can be killed, there is no need to sympathize with them, but she still felt a little sad, not because she felt sorry for the Wolf Blood Queen in front of her, but because she thought that one day she would die and lie quietly in some unknown corner.

"Cremate her." The girl opened her hands, and a colorless pale flame ignited from the Wolf Blood Queen's body.

In the firelight, the queen who once ruled the grassland slowly turned into bones and dust. Countless people stared at this scene in a daze, until the Wolf-Blood Queen truly disappeared in front of them. Only then did they clearly realize that the grassland had changed.

"Long live Queen Heshia!" Gus shouted first.

"Long live Queen Heshia!" someone shouted intermittently.

Then more and more voices responded, and the eyes of the weaker races looked expectantly at the figure behind the fire. No matter what, this girl was at least more acceptable and more willing to be supported than the wolf-blood queen.

"Long live Queen Heshia!"

Scimitars and spears were raised high into the sky, and the sound spread in all directions, from the former king's camp along the river to the end of the grassland and the sunset.

(End of this chapter)