It doesn't matter what the lord is.

——Winter is here.

At this moment, the Spiritual Martial Lord was also dealing with the affairs at hand. Not having to prepare for a new journey northward this year reduced her stress a lot, and she had more time to prepare for the journey southward in the near future. After her old soul was nurtured by Clenus, her mind became much clearer, and now she could be said to be in full condition.

Soon, the commander-in-chief of the hidden guards appeared in front of her like a ghost, knelt on one knee, and handed a letter to the Lord of Lingwu.

Lingwu Lord took the letter, glanced at the signature, calmly opened it, and after reading it, said to the Hidden Guards Commander:

"Who is the messenger?"

The voice of the Hidden Guard Commander was flat:

"The other party claims to be a member of the Yunyang Anbu organization."

Lingwu Lord said coldly:

"It's only been two days since the incident described in the letter. How could it be sent so quickly? Take him away and interrogate him to find out where he came from and why he knows so many things he shouldn't know."

The commander-in-chief of the secret guards responded.

Lingwu Lord's slightly frowned brows did not relax. Her fingers gently tapped her cheek through the veil, and after a moment she said:

"Forget it, come back. Allow the other party to see you, I will come and ask in person."

The commander-in-chief of the secret guards nodded his head and said that he would not have any emotional fluctuations and would only follow the orders of the monarch.

Lord Lingwu opened the drawer in front of him, and inside was an exquisite golden nanmu box. After opening it, a crown lay quietly there. Lord Lingwu looked at the crown, and recalled the scene when the young man casually put it on his head, and he got angry for no reason; he wanted to call back the commander of the hidden guards and ask him to chop the man directly, but he was ultimately restricted by the rule that the golden words could not be repeatedly modified, so he swallowed his anger.

She didn't know what she was angry about, but fortunately the feeling only lasted for a few seconds before she calmed down.

Not long after, the commander-in-chief of the secret guards came in, holding down a young man who was breathing heavily.

The Lingwu Lord closed the box, shut the drawer, picked up a document in front of him, his eyes were cold and his tone was calm:

"The Ocean Clan and the Yunhai Territory are fighting. What does it have to do with me? What does it have to do with you, Yunyang? Yunhai is unable to protect its own people, so it is targeting me. Go back and ask your lord. There is no such thing in the world."

49. Do you like it very much?

The young man standing in the audience looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, but he had already rushed to a distant land for Yunyang.

Of course, with Lingwu's hidden guards here, it's almost impossible for ordinary Anbu organizations to infiltrate. The boy was only stationed in the Gu Ye territory near Lingwu to ensure that he could see the Lingwu lord first if anything happened.

The boy rubbed his red nose. He was a small person from a poor family. Although he had received many special trainings before meeting the Lingwu Lord, he was still a little scared when he really met the Lingwu Lord. Even though the Lingwu Lord was only wearing ordinary clothes, the boy could still feel the great pressure from her. This pressure made the boy dare not look at her, and he couldn't help but lower his head.

However, when the young man heard the question from the Lingwu Lord, he still answered:

"Our lord said that Your Majesty can view the current situation not as a problem of the three territories, but only as a problem of Lingwu and Yunyang."

The Lingwu Lord glanced at the young man who lowered his head, and his tone was flat:

"You have formed an alliance with Yunhai?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and after a little consideration, he confirmed that he had not received any relevant information, so he said:

"No. It's just that our lord said that there is a high possibility of a massacre happening in the Cloud Sea right now. There are too many troops of the Ocean Clan, and they are like roving bandits, burning, killing, and looting in various villages, avoiding the elite troops of the Cloud Sea and constantly plundering resources and land. Our lord wants to save those people."

At this moment, just as the young man said, the southern coastline of the Sea of ​​Clouds was indeed a river of blood.

The marine tribe, like the demon tribe, has a strong reproductive capacity and a short maturity period, so they don't care about casualties at all. Tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of casualties are just a small matter for them that can be made up during the spawning period. The more important issue is to plunder more food reserves from humans.

The Ocean Clan and humans both belong to the Lower Nine Clan, and the ceiling of their individual realms is the tenth level, but they obviously have an advantage in the average realm of the entire race. After all, they have lived underwater for many years, and their strength and reaction speed have been well trained, while the majority of the people in the Cloud Sea live in peace and happiness, and grew up in a civilization that does not know about war.

So the paradox happened again, and barbarism once again showed signs of defeating civilization.

The sea tribes entered human villages and houses, killed men and women with bone spurs, and stole all the food. Some of them were even more extreme, and they even put human corpses in packages and dragged them into the water to feed fish and shrimp. One by one, the vibrant rural villages turned into blood-stained dead places, the unripe food in the ridges was looted, and fresh blood was left on the trampled bushes.

……

Lingwu Lord's voice was calm. She could imagine the tragedy, but she would not be indignant because of her imagination. During the hundreds of years she had guarded Lingwu, the giants would come to eat people every year. At first, she felt desperate, but now when she talked about these things, her heart was very calm - she would fight back expressionlessly, kill more giants, and use their lives to commemorate the dead souls.

"I have met your lord. Your lord is not such a kind-hearted person. The people of Yunhai live a life of luxury and forget the pain of war, which is an absolute sin in the era of great strife. Your lord is not arrogant enough to save the people of the world."

The Lingwu Lord looked at the young man in front of him and added:

"I'll give you one more chance. Tell me. What does he want to do?"

The boy's breathing gradually became a little rapid. After all, the person present was a Hidden Guard Commander of the tenth level, and a Spiritual Martial Lord who was almost the same as the tenth level. His voice was a little out of tune, but he still insisted on answering:

"You're right. Compared to saving the people of Yunhai, our lord cares more about what he can get from this deal. He can do Yunhai a favor and reach a deal with the Ocean Clan. It's a win-win for Yunyang."

The young man exhaled lightly, forced himself to raise his head, looked at the Lingwu Lord, and said:

"More importantly, our lord will do his best to fulfill what he promised to others."

In the sea of ​​clouds, among the murloc army, a shark murloc raised his head and looked at a bolt of lightning falling from the gray sky.

The storm in the sea echoed the thunderstorm in the sky. It was like a nightmare to humans, but it was the weather the marines loved to fight in the most. The shark man turned around, took the trident handed over by a soldier, and said to the generals beside him:

"I heard that the princess went to the shore to look for her lost crown."

Several generals beside him burst into laughter.

The shark man also showed a defiant smile and said:

"Once she finds us, whether we like it or not, we will have to submit to her useless father. This is the rule of the sea. Neither you nor I are free. By then, her useless father will probably choose to make peace with humans. We will be suppressed by that octopus monster, and the killer whale is just a useless fence-sitter."

Someone beside him said to him:

"Lord Shark Star, the lost crown has been lost for thousands of years. We have communicated with the royal family before, and even the human royal treasury does not have it. The little princess is just a young and inexperienced person. How can she find it by searching everywhere among humans?"

The shark fishman - Shark Star looked at the trident in his hand, spun this handy weapon in his hand, and replied:

"We can't jump to conclusions. The princess has had exceptionally good luck since she was young. Some even say that her father became king because of her luck. The older generation privately said that she was blessed by Lord Kungu. We can't just pretend we didn't see what she did... There are always some fools in the world who succeed in something by mistake, even if the probability is very low."

Shark Star spoke in a disdainful tone, but the expression on his face was somewhat serious.

It stood up and went ashore, with the army behind it following on both sides, so densely packed that there was no end in sight.

The army of Yunhai also arrived and lined up on the shore, maintaining a solid line of defense. They were not the most elite soldiers of Yunhai, but they protected the civilians who were evacuating behind them and refused to give in.

Shark Star said coldly:

"Don't worry about the little princess. What we need to do is race against time. We must seize every moment to plunder, to destroy, and to make those two-legged beasts who are well-fed and well-dressed understand the cruelty of war! Bring back their food, their cattle and sheep, and their treasures, and firmly imprint the fear of the sea in their minds! Treat this as the largest invasion war in the next few years. The glory and honor of your ancestors will be with you."

The dark army all let out a roar unique to the ocean people, causing the sky and earth to change color.

……

The Lingwu Lord lifted his hair and spoke in a voice full of majesty:

“People who really care about their promises will not easily take back what they gave to others.”

The young man was confused. He wondered if Lord Lingwu was feeling unwell today as he spoke so harshly.

Is this crown important to her? No matter how important it is, how important can it be compared to the people being killed in Yunhai? Is it compared to the exchange of interests that can be manipulated here? Besides, I don’t see her wearing it?

The boy who was thinking this naturally asked:

"Does Your Majesty like the gifts from our Lord very much?"

As soon as the words fell, the hall fell into dead silence.

50. Three conditions

The boy could feel the temperature around him rising at a rate visible to the naked eye.

It is said that when the emperor is angry, millions of people will die and blood will flow for thousands of miles. The young man felt this momentum in the Lingwu Lord. The golden flame ignited the corner of his clothes, and then burned his whole body along his arm. The young man was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was to roll on the ground to extinguish the flame, but after thinking about it, it seemed that the flame of the Lingwu Lord was not so easy to extinguish, just like her anger was not so easy to disappear.

If he rolled over at this time, it would be disrespectful in front of the king, which would be an even greater crime, so the boy simply endured it.

He had no merits, except that he had gone through too many hard times in the past, so he was tough and could endure loneliness and pain. The flames scorched his entire arm, and the boy was sweating profusely. He said in a hoarse voice:

"If your Majesty likes it, can our Lord give you another one?"

With a bang, his head also caught fire.

The hair is standing on end with anger and the top of the head is burning with fire, but that's all. At least from the visual effect point of view, it is perfect.

The young man was like a human-shaped candle, lighting up the hall.

His eyes were covered with blood, but the boy still did not beg for mercy. Lingwu Lord said calmly:

"Throw him out and let him roll in the snow. Let him clear his head and come back to talk."

Upon hearing this, the commander of the hidden guards stepped forward, grabbed the boy by the collar, and threw him out, smashing him into a snow pit. The boy had no idea how many bones were broken, and he finally rolled on the ground in pain, wailing in pain. Soon after, the flames on his body slowly died out, and a large area of ​​his skin was burned, with only a small part of his shorts left on his body.

The commander of the Hidden Guards took off his robe and put it on him, not because he was afraid that he would be cold, but because he was afraid that he would offend the Lord of Spiritual Martial Arts. In fact, the robe on the commander of the Hidden Guards was very thin and had no effect of keeping warm. The boy was still shivering with cold.

He walked up to the Lingwu Lord and wanted to say something to apologize, but because of the pain, he couldn't say anything for the time being. He couldn't even see the Lingwu Lord's figure clearly, everything in front of him was blurry, probably because the fire burned his eyes.

The Lingwu Lord looked at him, his tone neither sad nor happy:

"I remember that your lord likes to buy lives. Let me hear the conditions you bring and see if I can buy your life."

The young man heaved a sigh of relief in his heart - negotiating terms meant that this matter could be successful, and it also meant that the pain he had just endured was not in vain.

The young man exhaled a puff of white mist and said tremblingly:

"Our lord said that the king can set any conditions he wants."

Lord Lingwu did not say anything like "How about giving me Yunyang?" She was already a mature lord who had lived for hundreds of years, so she naturally understood the subtext. It was fine to make any conditions, and it was up to the other party whether to agree or not. There was no point in asking for too much at this time. When she just decided to give the crown away, she would coldly think about how much useful things this action could exchange for.

Lingwu Lord said:

"You have a way to deliver the message from Yunyang to Lingwu in a very short time."

She paused and continued:

"I'm afraid it's not just Lingwu. Your Anbu organization should have established a very secret method to exchange information extremely efficiently. I need to know what it is... No, not just 'know', I need to 'get'."

The boy hesitated for a moment, looking as if he was considering whether he could give away something very precious.

Of course, this move was meaningless in the eyes of the Lingwu Lord. If that thing was really important, Lid would not risk being exposed by contacting her at this time, but would deliberately delay it for a few days so that she would not be suspicious. The reason why the young man in front of him pretended to hesitate was nothing more than hoping to use this move to increase the value of this secret method, so as to gain the upper hand in the subsequent negotiations and minimize some losses.

This kind of trick is useless in front of the Lingwu Lord. She must get what she wants. The only difference is whether the other party gives it to her directly or she has to snatch it away.

The young man said in a deep voice:

"Okay. We will pass this method on to the secret guards, but we don't want other territories to know about it."

Lingwu Lord shook his head:

"You are not qualified to make demands to me. My second request is Yunyang's steelmaking method."

The boy answered briefly:

“This…can’t be done.”

The Lingwu Lord said "oh" and raised his hand, and the flames burned the young man's body again.

The young man did not even frown as he answered:

"My life is nothing to Yunyang, but this is a request we cannot agree to. Our lord once said that technological progress comes from the efforts of countless people. If it is easily plundered, it will hurt the hearts of countless creators. Therefore, we will never hand over any of our cutting-edge technologies easily. It is useless for you to kill me alone. You have to kill hundreds of thousands of people from Yunyang."

Fire spread across the boy's cheeks, and the words he spoke gradually became unclear:

"But... we can... maintain a stable supply for a period of time. This amount every month."

The boy stretched out his swollen hand, first with his palm facing up, then turned his palm over, and repeated this twice.

The Lingwu Lord waved his hand and casually dispersed the flames on the young man.

Her eyes were somewhat unhappy, but she did not lose her temper. She just continued:

"The third condition."

The boy's body had begun to shake unnaturally, but when he heard the voice of the Lingwu Lord, he still stubbornly turned his body and pricked up his ears.

The Lingwu Lord didn't care whether he heard it or not, and continued:

"Lid wants this crown to fulfill the promise he made to the fishman named Irene and help her father take the throne. My last request is that since I gave the crown to her, Irene needs to live in Lingwu for no less than one year."

The boy was stunned for a moment.

The pain ate at his mind, weakening his ability to think.

It was difficult for him to guess the purpose of Lingwu Lord's request, after all, the possible situation was too complicated. He could only understand that Lingwu Lord did not want to see the Ocean Clan and Yunyang form an alliance smoothly, and planned to use Irene as a hostage to achieve some purpose. It may also be because Lid's letter mentioned that Irene had the "power to calm people's hearts", so Lingwu Lord set his sights on her.

The young man nodded and said:

"I need to confirm this with our lord... Our lord never likes to force others on matters like this."

The Lingwu lord lowered his head and continued to process the documents, not caring about the boy's life or death, and arranged for the commander of the hidden guards to send him back to where he came from. Although the boy seemed very uncertain, she knew very well that Irene would definitely agree. The singing princess could disguise herself and sneak into the sea of ​​clouds for the Ocean Clan, and could go to Lingwu as a hostage for the Ocean Clan.

As for what she wanted Irene to do, Lord Lingwu thought about it and found that he didn't know either.