Survival in Sequences: Eighteen Years Old, Slaying Monsters Like Horses

As Ye Lang was leaving, he ran into the envoy from Jinshi City. Seeing the murderous intent in Ye Lang's eyes, the envoy was full of disdain.

At the archway, the figure of the Jinshi City envoy emerged from the shadows of the pillars, taller and more imposing than Xu Si had imagined.

However, it was only a level 5 life form, with strength roughly equivalent to that of Commander Ye Lang.

A golden-maned, lion-headed orc, clad in dark gold chainmail, with a broad-bladed dagger hanging at his waist, its scabbard inlaid with crimson crystals, walked with an arrogant rhythm with every step.

He stopped in front of the archway, his gaze sweeping over the furnishings in the hall before finally settling on the Lord of Deer-Headed City. A half-smile played on his lips as he said, "Lord of Deer-Headed City, how have you been?"

Lord Lushou City did not get up; his figure remained as steady as a rock in his high-backed chair.

"The envoy has come from afar and must have had a long and arduous journey."

The dim light illuminated a patch in front of him, while his figure remained hidden in the darkness.

Xu Si watched with great interest.

It's not because the plot is promising.

The main reason was that it was the first time he had seen a deer-headed man and a lion-headed man clash, which he found quite novel.

Ilya doesn't look like that at all!

Could it be genetics at play?

The messenger stepped into the hall, his boots making a clattering sound on the bluestone floor.

He stopped in front of the table, where he could now clearly see the face of the Lord of Deer Head City.

Of course, he didn't really care whether he could see it clearly or not. He came here to bully the Deer City and was determined to get the mineral resources of the Golden Stone City.

The air in the hall suddenly became thick.

The Jinshi City envoy stood tall before the table, his lion-like eyes arrogantly sweeping over the map spread out in front of the Deer-Head City Lord. The curve of his lips deepened, and his exposed canine teeth gleamed with a slightly yellowish, cold light under the warm glow.

"Lord of Deerman City, you must have received my lord's letter. The wedding is set for seven days from now. At that time, Goldenstone City will send a wedding procession of five hundred elite soldiers, fully armored and with their swords drawn. The procession cannot be shabby, after all, it is to welcome the young lady of Deerman City."

He made no attempt to hide it; his words were neither polite nor courteous, more like a notification, or a slap in the face to the Deer-Man City Lord.

Furthermore, the 500 elite troops are fully equipped with swords and armor, and it's possible they could seize the opportunity to take over Deer City.

They've no longer bothered to hide their wolfish ambitions.

The Lord of Deer Head City did not look up; he wanted to hear what other last words this bastard might utter.

The prolonged silence began to make the messenger's heart pound.

The smile on its face finally faded a bit, and a hint of impatience flashed in its lion eyes.

"What? Is the City Lord reluctant to part with his daughter? Or does he feel that Jinshi City is not good enough for your Deerman City?"

The Lord of Deer-Headed City finally raised his head, his amber beast eyes as calm as two pools of frozen deep water.

"Seven days?" he repeated, his voice neither loud nor soft, revealing no emotional fluctuation.

"It's a good day."

The envoy's lion-like eyes narrowed slightly, clearly surprised by the Deer-Headed City Lord's unhurried attitude.

He had anticipated that the reaction would be either furious or restrained; either way, there would be some kind of reaction.

But at this moment, the posture of the Lord of Deer Head City sitting in the high-backed chair was unsettlingly calm.

"Since the city lord also thinks it's a good day," the envoy leaned forward half a step, the dark gold chainmail making a soft metallic scraping sound with the movement.

"Regarding the marriage certificate..."

"The marriage certificate isn't urgent," the Lord of Deer Head City interrupted him.

"The envoy has come from afar; I wonder if he has prepared his will?"

The envoy from Jinshi City's lion-like eyes narrowed sharply, and the arrogant smile on his lips froze on his face.

Because he had already seen the Deerman Lord draw a giant sword directly from his throne and attack him.

The Lord of Deer-Head City sprang up from his high-backed chair, his antlers leaving two long, thin afterimages in the warm light. His greatsword drew an arc in the air and slashed down with a whooshing sound.

The Jinshicheng envoy reacted quickly, his lion-like eyes suddenly contracting, and he was about to draw the broad-bladed short sword at his waist at the critical moment.

However, with a light tap of his finger, Xu Si managed to keep the short sword that had been blocking the Deer City Lord firmly stuck in its sheath.

The surprise in his eyes turned to fear in an instant, and he only had time to raise his armored forearm to block the Deerman City Lord's longsword.

But how can a level 5 life form withstand a powerful attack from a level 7 life form?

"Clang—"

A deafening clang of metal clashing echoed through the hall, and the messenger's right half was cleaved in two diagonally.

A jumble of things were scattered all over the floor.

"You..." The messenger's last harsh words were all taken away by his rapidly fading life force.

The Lord of Deer Head City looked at his longsword with a puzzled expression, then surveyed the hall.

Has his injury almost fully healed?

"Clang clang..."

As a group of guards rushed into the hall, his thoughts were pulled back to reality.

Xu Si was somewhat disappointed. He had originally wanted to see how that special energy flowed, but it seemed that these two orcs relied on pure physical strength.

I should have known he wouldn't have made a move.

In that case, the lion-man might be able to withstand a couple of blows, and perhaps he could see more.

When the guards rushed into the hall, the Lord of Deer-Headed City had already sheathed his greatsword.

Blood droplets clung to the sword's edge, sliding down the blade and splashing onto the bluestone floor.

His amber-colored beastly eyes moved away from the messenger's mangled body, swept over the guards' astonished faces, and then landed on his own sword-wielding hand.

There was no shock as expected from the tiger's mouth, and my wrist was not sore or weak due to the injury not yet healing.

The power of that sword strike was even smoother than he remembered when he was at his peak.

"...Clean it up...Pass the word that we're going to war with Goldenstone City," he ordered in a deep voice.

Two werewolf guards stepped forward and silently lifted the messenger's mangled body, while another bent down to sweep the ground. Then the group left.

The whole process took only a few breaths, and the movements were so swift and precise, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

Clearly, they had foreseen this moment.

The Lord of Deer Head City inserted the greatsword back into the sword slot on the side of the throne and sat down again.

The leather of the high-backed chair creaked slightly under his weight. His gaze remained fixed on the spot where the messenger had just stood, and the dark lines between his brows furrowed even more deeply.

"Come out."

His voice echoed through the hall, landing between the pillars and bookshelves, before finally disappearing into the shadows of the dome.

Xu Si did not move.

Even in his state of nothingness, he remained absolutely still, like a non-existent reef standing in the turbulent current.

Lord Lushou tilted his head slightly, the patterns on his antlers swaying gently in the warm light.

"Only a swordsman truly understands a sword," he said.

"No matter who you are, since you've offered your help, you shouldn't refuse to even show your face, right?"

Xu Si weighed the options in his mind for a moment.

"He's quite interesting." Wanliuchun's voice drifted from the depths of her consciousness, carrying a rare hint of approval.

I knew I shouldn't have made a move; if I had, I would have been caught.

Xu Si remained silent.

Xu Si did not respond to the attempt to retain Chun, but he broke free from the state of nothingness.

His figure slowly coalesced from a distance of three steps from the table, like a drop of ink emerging from water, gradually becoming full and complete from its transparent state.

But he was still in that Crystal Clan disguise, with smooth facets and his limbs gleaming with a pale blue cold light, standing under the warm yellow lights of the hall.

The Deer-Headed City Lord's beastly eyes contracted for a moment before returning to normal.

He sized up Xu Si, his gaze lingering for a moment on his Crystal Clan appearance, before speaking: "You are not a Crystal Clan member."

It is not a question.

"How do you know?" Xu Si asked.

"The Crystal Clan would never produce a powerhouse like you," said the Lord of Deer-Headed City.

Xu Si's lips curved slightly beneath the crystallized facets, but he offered no explanation.

"You need a reason to help me. Tell me, what do you want?"

Xu Si enjoys dealing with intelligent people.

"I want to know the truth about this world!"

"The truth? What truth is there in this world?" The Deer-Man City Lord was puzzled.