Chapter Seventeen: Express Report and Opponent

  The phrase "Beast King" flashed through his mind, and Liu Yu couldn't help but think of the reason why his father and grandfather had taught him to be familiar with state affairs so early on.

  The king of the Beastman Kingdom is produced by competition. Every time a generation of beastmen dies or abdicates, the next generation of kings is produced through a series of complex competitions among other Bimons. As long as it's not a serious offense that gets removed from the Bimon tribe by the Council of Elders, any Bimon can participate in the competition for king.

  Once becoming a king would bring endless benefits to one's own family, so the kings of all generations attached great importance to cultivating their descendants, hoping that they could take over after their retirement or death. Liu Yu's grandfather, King Kui, also had this idea, and therefore began to cultivate Gaiya when he was very young. It is also with this intention that King Kui and Gaiya let him participate in political affairs every day at such a young age.

  The way of competing for the king's position made each of the Bimon families quite united, and of course, the competition between each family was also very fierce, even extending to children, like Liu Yu and his friends who were not from the other two families but from some families that were friendly with the Weilin family or remained neutral.

  Every time Liu Yu thinks about it, he has some worries in his heart. Will such competition consume the entire strength of the Bi Mongol tribe? There are many historical examples of countries declining due to internal strife.

  Liu Yu could only shake his head helplessly after a moment of contemplation. Neither the current predicament of the Beastman Kingdom nor its internal conflicts were something he could solve at present. All he could do for now was to focus on cultivating himself and strive to achieve more military merits when he enlisted.

  The next day, the entire Fire Fortress and surrounding villages were abnormally bustling with activity. All the old soldiers who met the recruitment requirements came to the Fire Fortress for screening. The Bimon tribe had a long tradition of all citizens being soldiers, and in recent years, frequent wars had made it commonplace for male Bimons to be recruited into battle when manpower was insufficient. As a result, the recruitment order was carried out very smoothly, with everything proceeding in an orderly manner.

  By noon, five legions had been summoned. In addition to the large army summoned, King Kroe also sent one of the remaining legions in Terra Castle to Gaia, leaving only one battalion as the last line of defense for Terra Castle. Of course, there were still many ninth-level elders within Terra Castle, so safety was not a problem.

  The Beastman Kingdom has a standing army for each race, with the number determined by negotiation between the races. The total population of the Bimon tribe is only 1.2 million people, including men, women and children, so the number of standing troops is very small, with only 10,000 people. They are organized into ten regiments, each with 1,000 people, and the officer in charge of each regiment is called a "Duwei". The officer in charge of managing the ten regiments during peacetime is called the "Daduwei", and Gaia is the current Daduwei, commanding all ten regiments.

  Liu Yu stood on the city wall at the east gate of Dihuo Fortress, looking down at the 6,000 Bi Mon warriors clad in leather armor and holding long spears below, thinking about the military system of this beastman kingdom.

  "Your Majesty, I request to lead the expedition." The tall and majestic black warhorse at the forefront of the army, clad in golden armor with a red cloak flowing behind him, shouted loudly.

  King Koro, dressed in a golden robe, stood atop the castle walls. Although his hair was now mostly gray and he looked somewhat aged, the aura of one who had held power for many years remained undiminished.

  "I, the strongest warrior of the Beast Tribe, will go to sweep away those who dare to challenge the dignity of the Beast God." The words spoken by King Krow, a ninth-level peak expert, with his aura-infused voice, were heard clearly by all the Bimon inside and outside the city walls.

  "I obey your order." Galen bowed slightly and turned around to urge his war horse, leading the army to advance rapidly towards the east. Soon they disappeared into the horizon.

  After Gaia went on an expedition, Liu Yu's life didn't change much. Every day he would accompany his mother and play with the infant Philip, and at night he would go to King Krogha's side to listen in on state affairs. The rest of his time was spent cultivating, ever since he almost got killed by a ghost wolf in the forest last time, Liu Yu's desire for strength grew even stronger. As someone who had lived two lifetimes, this was the second time he truly felt the breath of death. In fact, at that moment when he survived, Liu Yu secretly vowed to himself that he must become strong, and his fear of death made him never want to feel that feeling again.

  This fear and hatred drove him to practice non-stop. And the advantages of his two lifetimes as a human finally emerged, his understanding ability was not comparable to that of his peers, the incantation of "Broken Hu's Fighting Qi" became more profound and difficult to understand after the third stage, Liu Yu returned to the Fire Fortress soon after, but Fichte, who had been stuck at the peak of the third stage for a long time, couldn't break through. The reason was that he never fully understood the incantation of the fourth stage's fighting qi.

  On Liu Yu's side, there was also a ninth-level peak grandfather. Although King Kero had to face a large number of national affairs every day and was extremely busy, he was always very concerned about Liu Yu's cultivation matters. He generally personally answered Liu Yu's questions about his cultivation. When he really didn't have time, King Kero's guard captain, Liu Yu's uncle, Louis Weilin, would answer on his behalf.

  With such good cultivation conditions, Liu Yu's cultivation naturally made significant progress. In just three months, his Dou Qi reached the mid-third stage, and his spiritual power also increased significantly. Liu Yu felt that he was only one step away from becoming a Fourth-Order Daoist Master, all he needed was a bit of opportunity.

  However, this opportunity he could no longer wait for in the Earth Fire Fortress. The Beast God Festival of the Beastmen was approaching, and a new year meant that Liu Yu had to return to the Blood Refining Grounds once again, marking the end of his long six-month vacation.

  In the study of the Beast God Temple, Liu Yu was asking questions about his cultivation to Kro Wang, as he would be leaving again tomorrow and there were no such wise teachers in the Blood Refining Camp.

  The expressions of the two men were relatively relaxed. The battle report sent back by Father Gaya from the North Line showed that with the support of reinforcements, the Centaur successfully blocked the three direct legions of Farnod, and Gaya also took the initiative to attack and annihilate many of Farnod's living forces, boosting the morale of the two tribes' armies.

  The werewolves on the south side and Bimon's four legions relied on the treacherous terrain, not allowing Fanord's large army to advance further. This time, Fanord mobilized tens of thousands of troops on two fronts, with huge consumption of military supplies and food, making it inevitable that they would retreat without a breakthrough on the battlefield. The beast tribe is now waiting for Fanord's retreat.

  Having successfully navigated this crisis without suffering too much loss, King Kuo was overjoyed and spent his leisure time chatting with his grandson.

  "Your Majesty, a great victory on the front line." At this time, a tall and handsome guard rushed into the house with a golden scroll in his hand, saying with a joyful face. The Bimon tribe only used golden scrolls to report major victories, usually they were wrapped in white paper.

  "Bring it here," said King Kuo, straightening up with raised eyebrows. Liu Yu noticed that King Kuo's face showed more surprise than joy. The battle report was usually very brief, so King Kuo finished reading it quickly.

  "Heh heh, you can go now." King Krow sneered and ordered the guard to leave. The guard immediately bowed and retreated, while the golden scroll was already clutched in King Krow's hand.

  "Grandfather, what's going on?" Liu Yu asked as he stepped forward.

  "Whatever, take a look." Croak King casually tossed the battle report to Liu Yu and turned around to study the map.

  "Your minister, Ke Yan Suo Bo, reports that yesterday the enemy had already shown signs of retreat. Coincidentally, due to the heavy rain over the past few days, the roads were muddy and it was difficult for the enemy's grain and supplies to pass through. Your minister led the troops... beheading 8,000 enemies and killing one general."

  This war report is written by the temporary commander-in-chief of the four divisions on the southern line, Kayn Sorber. Taking advantage of the opportunity that the Farnod army was unable to advance or retreat due to the heavy rain in the south for several days, he launched a surprise attack and seized a large amount of grain from their logistics troops, killing some guards and beheading a battalion commander.

  "Can we not recognize this golden battle report, Grandfather?" Liu Yu quickly understood the reason for King Kuo's displeasure.

  According to the laws of the Orc Kingdom, a commander who kills an Imperial officer at the battalion level can enjoy a triumphal ceremony. At that time, the entire Dark Iron Fortress will hold a grand welcoming ceremony for this general, and the Orc King will also send out many heralds to proclaim the name of the victorious commander throughout the country.

  In this information-poor world, wanting to make a name for oneself, a triumphal ceremony is undoubtedly an excellent choice.

  "I refuse! Haha...it's impossible, the merits of General Cai are indeed worthy of a golden military report." King Kuo, who had already regained his normal composure, turned around and looked at Liu Yu with a faint smile, shaking his head in denial.

  "Isn't there any way to stop Cain from succeeding?" Liu Yu asked discontentedly, seeing that King Kero had flatly rejected his proposal.

  In the current Beastman Kingdom, those who have the qualifications and abilities to compete for the next generation of Beastman King are mainly two high-ranking generals in the kingdom. One is Gaiya Willen, Liu Yu's father, and the other is Cain Saber, the young patriarch of another major clan of the Bimon tribe, the Saber family.

  Gaia is three to four years older than Kayne, but in terms of cultivation, they are both at the late stage of 8th rank Dou Huang. However, in terms of military achievements, Gaia far surpasses Kayne by a wide margin and has long been recognized as the number one general of his generation within the Beastman Empire.

  Putting aside the emotional opposition, this golden battle report from Kain also made Liu Yu somewhat unconvinced. Gaiya had many more enemies to face in the north than Kain did in the south, and the northern plains were vast and open with no natural barriers to rely on.

  Moreover, judging from the battle reports constantly sent back by Gaia, the number of enemies she killed is not small either, it's just that there isn't a single army-level officer to serve as the leader.

  "Haha, you little guy thinks a lot, Kayne is reporting military merit according to the rules, even if compared to your father, he didn't do well, but it's also in line with the kingdom's law." Seeing Liu Yu still thinking about how to deal with Kayne, Kuro's face showed a few more points of interest.

  "Alright, this is not something you should worry about, I and your father will handle it properly. However, before you leave, I do have some things to entrust to you." Before Liu Yu could say anything else, King Kuo spoke up again.