Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!

The negotiation team heading to Marzic, apart from Yang Yu and his group, included sixteen other individuals, most of whom were experienced negotiation experts.

There were three generals present to hold the fort, two of whom Yang Yu had encountered on the battlefield.

General Bing Quan was a rare female general from the Wansheng Country, belonging to the Snow Leopard Beastmen, with a short, robust physique hidden beneath a cotton candy-like fur coat, and distinctive spotted white short hair.

General Yi Tianwen was a handsome man admired by many girls, with large black-tipped red ears, sensitive to all directions, and a red tail so endearing, marked with unique blue patterns on his face.

The last general was an elf.

His name was Alk, and like most elves, he had a delicate appearance and neat golden short hair, but the braid in front of his right ear was black.

The negotiation team had a liaison officer, someone Yang Yu had seen before—a golden-haired elf named Dorena whose face was partly covered by bangs.

Dorena would be responsible for transmitting the negotiation status back to Baihua City, allowing the high-ups of Wansheng Country to adjust strategies and make decisions at any time.

The ceasefire agreement clauses drafted in negotiations needed approval from the high-ups before they could be signed.

To ensure no incidents occurred en route and they smoothly reached Marzic, the negotiation team was accompanied by 180 elite members from Wansheng Country.

Unexpectedly, the Quasi-S-Class Adventure Team, [Baihua Binfen], also joined the convoy heading to Marzic.

Though ”destroying the statue as an insult to Luo Ze Empire’s honor” was merely a pretext for the Luo Ze Empire starting the war, Xin Mang still wanted to see how this war, which started because of her, would end.

After applying to Minister Ming Dalak, Xin Mang smoothly gained permission and in exchange, she must share a carriage with Yang Yu to ensure his safety.

Initially, Xin Mang intended to follow Yang Yu alone, but hearing about this, her team joined out of worry.

The accompanying team thus expanded, surpassing 210 members.

During the journey to Marzic, using break times, Yang Yu and other negotiation team members discussed how to win this negotiation and meet the superiors’ requirements.

Yang Yu listened carefully to everyone’s opinions, checking if his preparations were thorough.

As they crossed one dense forest after another, approaching Marzic, Yang Yu, appointed as the negotiation leader by Wanzhang Lion, began assigning tasks to everyone.

Once at the negotiation table, the negotiation team had fewer tasks than expected.

Most were just there to listen, leaving Yang Yu as the negotiation leader to present and debate.

But it didn’t mean the negotiation team had nothing else to do.

Making timely ”responses” could greatly enhance the efficiency of negotiations.

Especially against opponents adept at reading the situation, using this skill well could lead them to willingly fall into set traps.

Of course, the chance of negotiating successfully on the first attempt was minimal.

This was why the negotiation team existed.

To prevent repeated use of the hall by the two nations and ensure the best negotiation results for both, the giant dragons agreed to host negotiations between the two countries in Marzic.

After enduring the difficult phase of testing each other’s boundaries, the process would move into the agreement signing phase.

That stage was relatively simple.

What remained was for both parties to effectively implement the ceasefire agreement.

Once the ceasefire agreement was signed, anyone violating it would pay the corresponding penalty.

The penalties for violating the ceasefire agreement at different times varied and were clearly marked in the rules.

Yang Yu had confirmed this with the giant dragons.

After three and a half days of rapid travel, Yang Yu and his team were getting closer to Marzic.

Xin Mang was increasingly restless.

Previously able to naturally share adventure stories with Yang Yu, this morning, after getting in the carriage, she sat reservedly in one corner, her four white tails curling up tightly.

The landscape outside the window became increasingly familiar, but Xin Mang’s nervousness wasn’t alleviated, instead she felt more apprehensive and lost.

Trying to calm herself, Xin Mang quietly asked Yang Yu opposite her:

”At this speed, we should arrive by noon. May I ask, how confident are you?”

Putting away half a sheet of paper, Yang Yu replied, ”I have done all the preparations. If the other party acts outrageously, there’s nothing we can do to stop them.”

Holding tight to the sword on her lap, Xin Mang glanced at the accompanying elite outside the window, muttering quietly, ”Act outrageously... Luo Ze Empire is a state, acting outrageously should... be impossible, right?”

Yang Yu asserted,

”It’s not certain.

They’ve invested so much in this war.

Like a fisherman who traveled miles to a forbidden fishing spot, casting his net, even if someone stops him, he just wants some profit before heading back.

Coming all this way, who cares about the ethics.”

Upon hearing Yang Yu’s words, Xin Mang visibly became uneasy:

”That’s just too shameless.

I don’t know the real reason they waged war on us.

But to extend the flames of war to our innocent people...

Causing suffering, and sending numerous young lives to sacrifice on the battlefield.

Seeing all this, wouldn’t their hearts ache?”

Following Xin Mang’s gaze, Yang Yu looked out at the window too, the scenery turning into vast open fields dotted with many dilapidated small towns.

Those towns initially flourished due to the close exchanges between the two countries at Marzic.

After the war started, natives scattered to avoid conflict, human troops once occupied those towns; however, with the reversal in war conditions, human troops retreated north of the border, leaving behind one ghost town after another.

Witnessing these scenes, Yang Yu slowly spoke, providing his answer,

”Perhaps they would ache too. But what pains them most is their own kinsfolk...

It’s the so-called, ’not of my kind…’”

Yang Yu halts his words, stands tall, cradling his arms against the carriage backrest, speaking with reliability,

”Don’t worry; after so many days of preparation, there’s no way I’ll lose spirit here. Trust me.”

Somehow, after Yang Yu said this, the once reserved Xin Mang slowly relaxed her grasp on the sword hilt, and her mood lightened somewhat.

”You are a man who creates miracles, I firmly believe you will succeed.

I haven’t seen your valiance on the battlefield yet.

This war hasn’t ended, and witnessing the birth of a hero, is truly my great fortune.”

Yang Yu laughed.

”Miss, if you keep praising me like this, I might get conceited.”

To avoid feeling conceited, Yang Yu naturally diverted the topic,

”Speaking of which, Miss Xin Mang, when I first met you, you only had two tails, but over a year later, you now have four tails.”