On my second playthrough, they were full of malice towards me.

This is not a rare piece of furniture; it can be found in the boudoirs of almost every woman in northern cities, especially among nobles, merchants, and those in certain professions that make a living from it.

A large, bright white mirror, with drawers and cabinets below filled with all sorts of cosmetics.

however.

If it were to appear in the Southern Territory, in the residence of a demi-human race, or even in the residence of the "High Priest" of the Ancient Wolf Clan, a powerful clan that alone dominates the Orc Plains, a position even higher than the "Chief," and placed in such an important place within the room, it would create an extremely jarring and unnatural feeling.

This strange feeling might reach its peak when one sees the "high priestess" sitting quietly in front of her dressing table, carefully and meticulously straightening her long hair with a wooden comb.

Ba'er held her hair in one hand, while using the other hand to feel the strands of hair flowing through the gaps in the comb.

He kept adjusting the angle, and even though many strands of hair looked perfectly straight to outsiders, he was still not satisfied and would not allow a single stray hair to remain uncombed.

after all

This is the most important "beauty" to him.

Finally, after every strand of hair was incredibly smooth, he skillfully put his hands behind his head and began to braid his hair. Soon, his long, beautiful hair was tied into two buns at the back of his head, resembling butterfly wings. With his other hand, he picked up a hair ribbon prepared on the table, tied a knot in the middle, and finally secured the ends of his hair with various hairpins.

Looking at her delicate, androgynous face in the mirror, which, accentuated by her hairstyle, possessed a touch more femininity, a look of satisfaction finally appeared in Ba'er's eyes.

This hairstyle was learned from human cities, the style of the courtesan, which he was deeply attracted to at first sight. So he later used it on himself. It is probably one of the most beloved hairstyles among his many reserves.

Hairstyling is just one part of Ba'er's grooming process. Soon, he picked up a brush with prepared paint and placed it at the corner of his eye to begin drawing.

but

Boom boom boom!

A sudden, urgent knocking sound interrupted Ba'er's work, especially when it came to a delicate task like applying eyeshadow that required concentration. Because of the knocking, Ba'er's brush tip veered slightly, leaving an unsightly little blemish on the eyeshadow line.

Just moments ago, Ba'er exuded a graceful and serene aura, but the next moment his entire being became violent and rude. He frowned, and even a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

However, he quickly realized that this would only ruin his beauty and revert him to his former barbarian self. He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and turned his head slightly towards the door, saying softly:

"Come in."

After receiving the high priest's permission, the chieftain of the Ancient Wolf Clan soon appeared in the room.

He and Bar were both wolf-like demi-humans, but their appearances were worlds apart. The chief was wearing a traditional animal skin coat, his broad chest exposed, which did not hide his burly figure at all. His protruding fangs were also exposed. As soon as he entered the house, he was accompanied by a foul smell. Because the demi-humans had lived in the southern region for a long time, they basically did not have the habit of bathing frequently.

All these "vulgar" things made Ba'er, who was standing in front of the dressing table, furrow her brows again.

When he turned back to look at the chieftain of the Ancient Wolf Clan, a man with a muscular physique but undeniably ugly appearance, Ba'er felt as if he were seeing his former self, the man he once was.

He was abandoned simply because of his appearance and gender.

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb me while I'm preparing for the ceremony? I hope what you're about to say is really that important," Ba'er said calmly, putting down her paintbrush in front of the dressing table.

When the chieftain of the Ancient Wolf Clan mentioned "preparing for the ceremony," he inwardly scoffed, especially when he saw the dressing table where Ba'er was sitting, and the bottles and jars on it that were imported from the northern humans. He had no idea what they were used for, but they were all incredibly expensive. Although he had seen these things several times, he was still extremely puzzled and confused every time.

Of course, these grievances against the "High Priest" remained only in their hearts; the outwardly respectful chieftain dared not neglect his duties and quickly reported:

"High Priest, something seems a bit off about the Forest of Tribes lately."

"abnormal?"

"Yes, several clans have stopped paying tribute to us. It seems that many of them are trying to unite again."

Ha ha.

Upon hearing this, Ba'er let out a sarcastic remark.

He curled his fingers, tidying his nails, and casually said, "Do I need to teach you how to do this?"

"No, no, no, High Priest! The intelligence I've received suggests that the initiator of this clan alliance seems to be... seems to be a revolutionary leader from the Sealed City! And they're moving too fast. It's only been about a week, and they've already formed a large force. High Priest, I feel this is completely different from the previous ones!"

The chief's follow-up remarks made Bar's fingers stop moving.

He didn't care about the scale or speed; after all, no matter how united the subhuman races were, under the "curse," they would only be a rabble.

What Bar is more concerned about is

The Revolutionary Army of the Sealed City?

His puppet Charlotte, who was with the northern humans, had previously reported to him that "the Empress is in the Southern Territory," which is why he convened the Forgotten Ones Conference at the Sanctuary.

Now, combined with the chief's words, a bad feeling arose in Bar's heart, and he immediately gave the order:

“Bring a few sentries back from the Forest of Tribes.”

"Yes, High Priest."

After receiving Ba'er's order, the chieftain strode out, and a short while later, three or four sentries of the Ancient Wolf Clan were brought before Ba'er.

This was the first time these sentries had been so close to the high priest, and they were all trembling with excitement. Especially when the high priest actually rose from the strange mirror stand and walked towards them step by step, they quickly prepared their answers to the high priest's questions.

but

The moment the high priest raised his pale hand to them, all their excitement quickly turned into a trembling fear.

Before they could even utter a sound, a suction force from their souls caused them to wail in agony, as if the high priest were slowly pulling them out of their bodies.

Instead of using the inefficient method of "questioning," Barr directly extracted the souls of these sentinels, closed his eyes, and personally searched for fragments of their souls, which contained everything they had seen and heard in the Tribal Forest.

The initial scenes were all normal and ordinary.

The various clans began to relocate and consolidate their camps. As the sentinels continued to penetrate deeper into the area, when they reached the original camp of the Terror Lizard Clan, Bar frowned.

Because he saw a maid?

Is this an android?

If the current scene only surprised Ba'er, then with the next scene of the soul fragment, a strong wind blew by, lifting 86's short hair. Ba'er, who had omniscient abilities under the soul fragment, immediately and keenly captured a detail that made him tremble all over and his pupils suddenly dilate.

Chapter 121 That person will definitely come to see me.

Ba'er quickly rewound this memory of the soul, finally stopping at the moment when 86's short hair was blown about by the strong wind. After that, Ba'er kept zooming in on the soul's memory, zooming in, and zooming in again and again.

Throughout the entire process, his eyes were fixed intently on only one part of his body.

86's neck.

To be precise, it was that intricate heraldic brand on the neck.

"This...impossible! This is...I made a mistake? No! Absolutely not! This is...but why? It shouldn't be like this...that person has already..."

Even after exiting the soul search state, Ba'er was still not recovered from the shock and was still muttering to himself.

From an outsider's perspective, the chieftain of the Ancient Wolf Clan had never seen their usually composed high priest appear so flustered and disoriented.

Could it be that something really serious has happened in the Forest of Tribes?

Or is it something that can move the high priest to tears and make him feel troubled?

How... how is this possible?

Based on those "lower" clans in the Forest of Tribes?

The high priest remained in this state for a full five minutes before seemingly calming down.

The chief had intended to ask tentatively, but before he could even speak, the high priest made another move.

Bar lifted the collar of his shirt, and then with the long fingernails of his other hand, he lightly scratched his bare arm. It was as if he had been cut by a blade, and blood flowed down the wound.

One drop, two drops, five drops

It took five drops of blood for Ba'er to allow the wound to heal. At the same time, he lowered the collar and cuffs of his clothes and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles.

Meanwhile, in the room, the chieftain of the ancient wolf clan had initially shown surprise when Ba'er bled him. However, his eyes soon seemed to be filled with the crimson of the blood, and he lost his senses, turning into fanaticism and desire.

Seeing the chieftain thirsting for his blood, Ba'er smiled and then, as if giving a bone to a puppy, flicked his finger, and five drops of blood flew into the chieftain's body, beginning to merge with him.

"Ugh ah ah ugh ugh"

Immediately, the chieftain of the Ancient Wolf Clan began to let out a deep roar. His already burly body became even more muscular, with veins bulging and muscles in his limbs swelling like crazy. His aura rose higher and higher.

Just a minute or two later, a clan chief who, like many other subhumans, had been at the "normal" level, suddenly leaped to the "dangerous" level, emanating a powerful aura.

Of course, as a price, his body was covered with many strange blood patterns that were not native to him. They crawled all over the chieftain's body and even made his skin turn faintly red.

"Thank you, High Priest, for granting me new life, freeing me from my tainted bloodline, and removing the curse. I will personally lead the most outstanding new warriors of the Ancient Wolf Clan to immediately annihilate those foolish clans in the Tribal Forest who dare to defy the High Priest's will!"

Overjoyed at gaining new power, the chieftain also became more violent and impatient. His eyes were filled with bloodlust as he spoke, and he grinned as if he couldn't wait to start the slaughter.

Unfortunately

"No, not only should you not touch those people in the Tribal Forest, you should also personally go there alone to invite their leader over for me."

After Bar spoke calmly, the chief was dumbfounded.

"High Priest, what do you mean? Are you inviting...inviting the leaders of those clan alliances? Or should I do it myself?"

The chieftain thought the high priest gave him blood and power to deal with the threat, but now he's wasted five precious drops of sacrificial blood to send a message? Or to the enemy?

The chief was utterly baffled. Was sending a message really such a grand affair? And why was he, a chief, required to go in person? Besides, wouldn't any leader of the opposing side, unless they were an idiot, come to the enemy's stronghold?

Just as he was feeling puzzled and irritated, a cold sensation suddenly came from his neck. When the chief came to his senses, he saw the high priest standing in front of him, pressing a fingernail against his neck.

With a slight twitch of his fingers, a wound appeared on the chieftain's neck, oozing blood. Cold sweat broke out on the chieftain's back, and all his distracting thoughts vanished, leaving only fear.

"Because it's very important, extremely important, nothing is more important to me than this. That's why I not only entrusted you with the task personally, but also gave you the power to ensure that you can deliver the invitation to that leader. Do you understand?"

"What if Coco doesn't come?"

After the high priest uttered three important words in a row, the chieftain immediately corrected his previous dismissive attitude. But it was precisely because of this that he was even more afraid of failing to complete the mission and becoming like the sentinels next to him whose souls had been drained by the high priest.

On the other side, after withdrawing his hand from the chief's neck, Bar straightened his clothes, maintaining his neat and elegant appearance. He raised his head, as if gazing at the ceiling, or perhaps at something that transcended geography and time, something from a distant past.

Soon after, Ba'er snorted coldly.

"rest assured."

"He will definitely come."

With the high priest's words, the chieftain could only grit his teeth and pray that the new leader of the tribal forest would really be willing to come. Just as he was about to take his leave and set off to "deliver the message," he was unexpectedly stopped by the high priest before he could even take half a step out of the door.

Bar hesitated for a moment, as if struggling and wavering about something, but ultimately some desire within her seemed to prevail, and soon she took out a card from the inner pocket of the geisha's clothes.

portrait?

When the chief took it and looked at it, he was even more confused, because the gray sketch depicted a human figure, and indeed, it was the portrait of their high priest.

"This"