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Yunyi stood in the wreckage of the battlefield, knowing that this was only the prelude of the Army of Corpses, the real challenge - the Necromancer's lair, still lurked in the unknown darkness.
Princess Yao Guang walked lightly to his side, her voice carrying a subtle weariness: "Though we have won this battle, we must proceed with caution on the road ahead."
Yunyi nodded gently, sweeping his gaze over the soldiers in the camp. In their eyes, there was both awe for him and trust in the future.
The sky gradually turned white, and the morning light pierced through the clouds, shining on this land that had been through the baptism of war.
"We should go back," Yunyi said in a low and firm voice.
"Okay," Princess Yao Guang was about to follow, but suddenly felt dizzy and her body swayed. Yunyi quickly reached out to support her, only to discover a deep wound on her ankle, with fresh blood continuously seeping out, staining her shoes red.
"Why are you so careless? You didn't even realize you were injured?" Yunyi said with a tone of worry and reproach.
Without hesitation, he gently picked up Princess Yao Guang and prepared to take her back to the camp for treatment.
Princess Yao Guang's face showed a slight blush, but she did not refuse, just quietly nestled in Yunyi's arms.
Others tactfully looked away, but some still teased them.
Some soldiers started joking around, and the atmosphere became relaxed and warm.
"Master, it looks like we're going to have a master's wife." A soldier said jokingly, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
YunyiUpon hearing this, a hint of embarrassment and helplessness appeared on his face, and he pretended to respond seriously: "Keep talking nonsense, and I'll make you copy books when we return."
"Don't, Master." The soldier immediately put on a look of grievance, causing the people around to couldn't help but laugh.
Yunyi continued to hold Princess Yao Guang carefully, his gaze gentle and determined.
Liufei stood to the side, watching the scene, and couldn't help but make a joke: "Yunyi master, you're bringing the beauty home. We should celebrate properly when we get back."
Princess Yao Guang Upon hearing this, the blush on her face became even more apparent, but her eyes were shining with a happy light, showing her deep affection for Yunyi.
Xiao Jin, the female general, also walked over and said with a smile, "Yunyi, you are quite fortunate. Princess Yao Guang is widely recognized as the most beautiful woman in The world of owls, and many people pursue her."
Yunyi Listening to these words, although feeling a bit embarrassed, there is more concern for Princess Yao Guang in his heart. He responded softly, "Please spare me this time, don't tease me."
Then he quickened his pace and whispered to Princess Yao Guang, "Don't worry, we will be back at the camp soon, and your wound will be properly treated."
Princess Yao Guang nodded gently, her eyes filled with trust and reliance on Yunyi.
At that moment, a young soldier walked over from a distance, with an envious expression on his face: "General Yunyi and Princess Yao Guang, truly a match made in heaven..."
"Just so." Another soldier echoed, with a glint of envy in his eyes.
"Of course, only our general is worthy of Princess Yao Guang, the other princes and clan members are not worthy." Another soldier said proudly.
Yunyi heard these words and could only smile wryly. He knew that these words were just jokes and well-wishes from his comrades, but in his heart, he was more concerned about and protective of Princess Yao Guang.
In the distant Necromancer lair, a Necromancer hurriedly made his way through winding passages, his steps appearing anxious and disordered. His destination was a dim and spacious hall where the Necromancer king sat—a towering, powerful figure.
The Necromancer king's eyes flashed with a cold, cruel light, and a barely perceptible smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Necromancer The messenger hurriedly crossed the dim corridor and arrived in front of the Demon King's throne. His breath was rapid, and his eyes were filled with unease and fear.
"Your Majesty, it's bad news! The Three Corpse Generals have been defeated by the humans, they... they have all been defeated!" The Necromancer messenger reported with a trembling voice.
The demon king sat on a high throne, his figure shrouded in shadow, with only his eyes emitting a faint glow. Upon hearing the news, he showed no signs of panic, but instead a cold smile crept onto his lips.
Necromancer The messenger trembled, not daring to offer any retort, only bowing his head and awaiting further orders.
"Just let them come," the Demon King's voice was deep and full of confidence. "This is the moment for us to show our true power. Spread the word and have all the Necromancers prepare for battle. We will make these humans witness the true terror of the Necromancer clan."
Upon hearing this, the Necromancer messenger's eyes flashed with surprise, but it was quickly replaced by determination. He bowed deeply and swiftly turned to leave, to convey the Demon King's command.
The Demon King slowly stood up from his throne, his figure appearing even taller and more imposing in the dim candlelight. His eyes gleamed with a sly and profound light, as if he had already foreseen the vision of victory.
In a deep voice, he muttered to himself, exuding unquestionable confidence, "Humans, your victory is only temporary. When Corpse King Demon Flower gives birth to the next generation of Corpse King, that will be your doomsday."
His gaze turned towards a mysterious corner in the distance, where the main stem of the Corpse King Demon Flower was emitting a strange and powerful aura, indicating an impending change.
The Demon King's face revealed a smug smile as he continued, "The Corpse King Demon Flower has devoured far more humans this time than the five thousand nine hundred it took to birth me. The power of this new Corpse King is likely to be formidable, possibly even reaching the level of a thousand-year demon."
His voice was filled with anticipation and ambition, as if he could already see the immensely powerful Corpse King wreaking havoc in the human world.
In this dim hall, the demon king's plan is quietly unfolding, heralding an even more fierce conflict to come.
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