Cat Princess and Human Knight

Ner'zhul's eyeballs were almost bulging out of their sockets, making his hairless cat face look particularly ferocious and terrifying.

Dark Claw, however, was not afraid. The darkness in his hand turned into specks of black silk and dissipated. He continued speaking.

"Unlike the frozen snowfields, the northern permafrost of the boundless plateau has canyons and forests, and the unshielded cold makes it impossible for cats to survive."

Although the central sand dunes contain countless mineral deposits, not a single grain can be grown there.

The southern mobile grassland belt is unstable, making it difficult for pasture to thrive and unable to support a large number of cats.

What's even more terrifying is that every winter, the cold air from the frozen snowfields sweeps southwards, moving smoothly from high to low without any hindrance, like descending a staircase, and sweeps across the entire grassland crescent.

The blizzards grew more severe each year, leaving the nomadic cats with no choice but to repeatedly invade Starfall Plains, waging war and plundering resources under the recurring white disasters.

As the white disaster worsens, your plundering can only become more and more rampant.

"The Earth Mother is merciful, but you have not received her response for a long time. The nomadic cats have lost her favor; you have been abandoned."

Ner'zhul sighed, his hoarse voice rang out bitterly.

"The Mother Goddess never abandons any cat; she only hopes that we can change and become better."

Dark Claw nodded.

"Well said, then why not give it a try, and see what you can do?"

Ner'zhul said coldly.

"I know what you're thinking, and I also know what Grand Duke Shadowmoon is thinking."

The last dwarf cats are on the rocky hills. You want to sever the Mankikan bloodline and kill the last remaining royals, but what does that have to do with us?

The cat population in the rocky hills is only 100,000. Even if we were willing to raid, the local cats wouldn't have enough food to provide us, and we would face fierce resistance.

Moreover, the complex terrain of the scree hills was not conducive to our plundering.

The vast Starfall Plain is our only way out.

There is enough food there, and the cats there live a prosperous life; they wouldn't fight us for a little food.

Dark Claw shook his head and said.

"As the shaman priest of the nomadic cat pack, the wise man behind the Great Chief, you cannot think like this. You cannot only look at the present; you should take a longer-term view."

The White Disaster is getting worse every year, and your plundering is getting more and more ferocious. Fewer and fewer nobles in the Seven-Tailed Council sympathize with you.

Starfall Plains is already very disgusted by your plundering. How many more times can such a successful plundering operation be carried out?

When the Golden Harvest Royal Family, the Wheat Wave Royal Court, and the King of the Starfall Plains seriously tackle this problem, the end of the Nomadic Cats will come.

Without the blessing of the Earth Mother Goddess and the sympathy of the Seven-Tailed Council, can the nomadic cat pack withstand the attack of the Silver Cross Knights?

Ner'zhul pondered for a long time before finally nodding in agreement with Darkclaw's analysis.

"You're right. The nomadic cats' southward raiding is a short-sighted approach that will eventually lead to their destruction."

But every kitten will die. You will die, I will die, all cats will die sooner or later. Nomadic cats have no choice; we can only live in the present.

Darkclaw looked at Ner'zhul and said.

"You have a choice. Right now, there is an opportunity to change the fate of the nomadic cat population. It all depends on whether you have the wisdom to seize it."

The great Dark God needs the nomadic cat pack to go to the Shattered Hills and kill the last remaining dwarf cat.

By completing God's task, you will receive God's blessings. The great God of Darkness will bless you, and the White Calamity will become insignificant.

Your livestock will no longer perish in the snowstorm, your tribal cats will thrive, and you will once again receive the response and blessing of Mother Earth, no longer needing to raid southwards.

"Nyorzhul asked."

"So, what is the price?"

Dark Claw said coldly.

"You will shed rivers of blood; this is your destiny."

Ner'zhul looked towards the campfire. All the chieftains were already seated cross-legged on their own rugs, with the High Chieftain Blackhand sitting there watching him, waiting for his shaman.

Ner'zhul exhaled deeply and spoke to Darkclaw.

"You've convinced me, but it was a tough choice. Now I need to convince more cats."

Dark Claw nodded.

"You still have time, and I'm waiting for someone too."

"people?"

"people."

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Under the spring sunshine, Yi Yin hugged Ilya tightly. As an extraordinary human from another world, Ilya's physical abilities were far superior to Yi Yin's.

Ilya is like a young girl experiencing her first love, unsure of what she needs, yet able to learn about love through it and become increasingly proactive.

Ilya's mental state improved as her mood improved, and the more Yi Yin understood Ilya, the more he could sense the weakness behind the strength of these extraordinary women from another world.

Yes, weak.

In their quest for immortality, humans drank from the spring water bestowed by the two gods, thus losing the possibility of giving birth to boys.

The long-term lack of males among humans has led to a state of paternal absence during their upbringing, resulting in severely underdeveloped psychological characteristics.

Their extraordinary physical constitution gives them extremely strong physiological needs, but they are unable to satisfy these needs, making them prone to anxiety and irritability, and causing menopausal symptoms.

The suffering endured by generations of humans over thousands of years has turned the human race into an extremely unhealthy society lacking a father figure.

The humans, possessing extraordinary powers, live in seclusion, and psychological problems abound. Petting cats has become almost their only way to soothe their minds.

They seem incredibly powerful and omnipotent, yet they are also fragile, sensitive, and extremely weak.

The lack of trust in close relationships among humans has led to avoidant personalities, which may explain why they prefer to live alone and have little interaction with others.

The lack of emotional support can easily lead to emotional problems such as depression and anxiety, causing them to prefer to vent their emotions through aggressive behavior.

Sometimes, Yi Yin wondered if he was overthinking things. He thought that the otherworldly humans with extraordinary powers might be independent and live well, and that these flaws were just his wishful thinking.

But judging from Ilya's increasingly peaceful and happy demeanor these days, his guess seemed to be correct.

The long-term absence of men has distorted the social ecology of the human race in this other world; simply put, the human race has become abnormal.

Humans like Ilya, who maintain their mental health by petting cats, are relatively better off. But those powerful madmen who cannot control their emotions have caused one huge tragedy after another.

Ultimately, the remaining humans formed the Council of Hearts and Minds to prevent the tragedy from happening again.

Yi Yin pondered for a long time. Ilya in his arms had stopped trembling. She looked up at the thoughtful man, revealed a genuine smile, and gently kissed his lips.

"What are you thinking about?"

I miss you.

"Tch, what nonsense are you spouting? I'm right in your arms!"

"Can't I think of you when I'm in your arms?"

"Hmph, how annoying!"