Macho Harem Paradise Project

There was no need to fight, and even Barga, who was the most stubborn, was quiet now.

Libre directly stated that he did not want to continue this meaningless dispute.

Luz is even more innocent. She was originally a disciple of Echidna. She was probably abducted by Pandora because she was attracted by her powerful half-elf magic.

"Please suppress the restless demihumans. I will find a solution."

Yang Mingxiu smiled and gave a plan.

His smile was his usual style. Facing the three people who were fooled, he did not show too much sarcasm or ridicule towards these unpleasant things. It was just a pure smile.

Although the words were neutral and pleasing to the ear, the sage's tone was affirmative. His irrefutable tone did not leave them any room for rebuttal.

But they had no reason to refute, unless they were prepared to continue to start the war after understanding all the reasons, causing more meaningless casualties.

Moreover, the person in front of him is a sage, a legend who is kind to demi-humans and even active in various parts of the world with those legendary heroes.

God knows if he could stop the fight alone, physically.

. . . . . .

The beautiful day was interrupted when I held the sword in my hand.

The accuracy of this statement is questionable, but for Thearesia, who hated to hurt him, it was something she had to do. Her good mood began to be interrupted, and she did it on her own initiative.

The Royal Guards will be sent to the frontline soon, so of course she has to contribute to the country, not to mention that once on the battlefield she has to wield the sword even if it is just to protect herself.

?717 is over?

Maybe she didn't even realize how strong she was, but as long as she had no reason to stop swinging her sword, she would find it difficult to stay in a good mood.

With her flaming hair tied up in a high ponytail, Thearesia swung her sword with a stern face in the garden that she often tended.

Stab, chop, cut, and slash. The dragon sword inherited from his grandfather could not be drawn out at the moment, so it was wielded together with the scabbard.

Sky Sword Reid killed too many evil dragons with this sword, causing the Dragon Sword to undergo incredible changes. It accompanied its original master in his conquests and even brought a share of pride to its master.

If there is no qualified opponent, the Dragon Sword will not leave the body.

This is truly a pleasing scene, and it would not be too strange if it were preserved as an oil painting.

This beauty comes more from the girl herself. Theresa has a beauty that ordinary people don't have, delicate appearance and elegance. Even if this elegance becomes a fierce momentum when swinging the sword, it does not affect the temperament released by the eldest lady of the Sword Saint family.

Even though she hated wielding a sword, Theresa had to admit that she had the blood of her grandfather Red. With the sword in her hands, she was as light and flexible as her limbs. Her serious eyes and casual strikes with sword energy showed that this young lady had surpassed all her peers and even elders.

The reason, of course, was the blessing of the Sword Saint that flowed down from her.

“Good morning, Theresa.”

The voice was full of vigor and entered the ears of the new generation of Sword Master along with the sound of light footsteps.

Originally, as a young lady and a member of the Royal Guards, she did not have the opportunity to enjoy so much alone time. However, her grandfather's glory was too dazzling, and Theresa was given many preferential conditions. For example, she did not need to participate in the training of the Knights Guard, and only needed to go when she was summoned in an emergency.

The eyes that had been a little sharp just now suddenly trembled, revealing some girlish emotions. The other party was not polite at all, and sat directly in the middle of the garden that she had carefully tended. In an instant, she seemed to be integrated into one with it. The master of life only needed to sit here to make the flowers and plants grow stronger.

"You, Shuichi, why are you here?"

In short, under relatively strong demands, she still changed her unfamiliar way of addressing Mr. Sage. She was indeed her elder in name, but in terms of actual age, she was only a few years older than her.

It's almost the same as calling him brother, but calling him uncle is a level higher than him.

"Well, I'm here. Do you have breakfast?"

",,No."

The careless man was already sitting a few meters away from her, looking at her with an unabashed gaze. Theresa suddenly felt a sense of pressure rising up. She put the dragon sword back to her waist and wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck with her sleeve.

She could only dismiss it with a single word: "No."

Perhaps a normal person would retreat because of this embarrassment, but Yang Ming Xiuyi, who has embarked on a path different from that of ordinary people, has already entered the path of evil and is no longer a normal person. The girl still cannot understand it after all because she is too naive.

"Then can you do it for me?"

A light breeze blew by, and the morning breeze still had the slightly cool feeling of the previous night. Thearesia didn’t know what expression to use to face the man who was making demands on her.

But looking back at herself, what was Thearesia thinking when she heard this?

"Then you, wait a minute."

Wearing knight armor, the inside is lined with soft armor for the convenience of women, and it makes a clicking sound when walking on the road.

Putting aside her identity and the power she possesses, she is just a little girl who is not good at saying no and has a strong sense of altruism.

Thearesia always cared too much about the feelings of others and neglected her own.

For example, she obviously didn't like holding a sword, but she had to do it for the people who placed high hopes on her.

She obviously likes flowers, but she has to keep telling herself that she doesn't like them.

Perhaps if I could become stronger and stop this war, there would no longer be any reason to swing the sword.

Not far from the garden was the small wooden house that Theresa had built for her own convenience.

He shook his arms skillfully and washed the meat and vegetables that had been prepared here long ago with clean water.

Soon, the breakfast prepared by the eldest daughter of the Sword Saint family was served to the man who was still sitting in the garden.

"Give."

Although he came to her while she was practicing sword skills and shamelessly asked her to make breakfast for him, Theresa did not feel too depressed. Instead, she felt a faint joy of seeing Yangming Shuichi again.

Perhaps there is also a feeling of admiration for each other from the bottom of my heart.

The sage told me personally that I could try to rely on him.

"Thank you."

After receiving the good-looking breakfast, Yang Ming Xiuyi changed from sitting cross-legged to a more comfortable and natural sitting position, stretching his legs and casually placing them on the grass.

"In this way, you have repaid the favor."

"Eh?"

Favor? When did I owe him a favor?

Yang Ming Xiuyi didn't give her any room to think and continued speaking with a smile.

"You don't have to hold the sword anymore, at least not now."

"Is it difficult, is it possible?"

"The Demihuman War is over."

"Or it's about to end."

. . . . . .

After defeating the Witch of Falsehood Pandora that day, Yang Mingxiu immediately decided to take the leaders to talk to the emperor.

From past encounters with the current Lugnica, it seems that he is a benevolent monarch who does not like killing.

Perhaps in this situation he had thought about why this situation occurred. They lived in peace on weekdays, but suddenly many incidents broke out, causing the relationship between the two ethnic groups to deteriorate rapidly.

When we realized the situation was serious, we could no longer control it.

It was as if those events and rebellions, big and small, were happening simultaneously in various places.

Barga, an absolute militant among the sub-humans, did not come. His appearance might have frightened the king. Considering that there were reasons for this, Yang Ming Xiuyi did not blame him for being so extreme. He did not deny that there were scum among humans, especially in the slavery system.

So they only brought the half-elf Luz and the snakeman Libre.

But when the two demihuman leaders were brought directly into the palace, the young king was simply terrified.

So, so, so, so.

Yang Ming Shuichi talked about the protection of the Witch of Disguise, and also included how he had searched for this witch for a period of time.

The king expressed his understanding, saying that it was indeed recorded in history books.

?718 Prelude

After planting the Tree of Life, the Sage was still looking for something. People at that time thought he was only looking for the Tree of Life, but they didn't expect that he was also searching for the forgotten witch.

"So what is the attitude of the demi-humans now?"

"As for us, we don't want this war to continue."

Libre was the first to express his opinion, and Luz nodded.

This dispute arose because of the memory control of the false. If Yang Ming Xiuyi had not intervened, this war would definitely have had a more far-reaching impact. Even if it was stopped now, it would have been one of the few super-large wars in Lugnica.

This cannot be stopped by the king or the leader nodding, clapping their hands and telling everyone that there is no need to fight, and everyone will then stop with laughter.

The soldiers and tribal alliances under his command were really angry.

"If it doesn't work, I'll take the blame."

Considering the situation on both sides, it was really a headache and Yang Ming Xiuyi had to speak out.

"How about acting in a play?"

The few people present who knew the situation looked at the sage.

"You will go ahead and tell people that the sage has forced the demihumans to retreat and forcibly stopped the war."

Yang Mingxiu looked at the king.

“I told the demihumans that Lugnica was willing to recognize the equal rights of demihumans and humans and make concessions.”

Libre's dark green snake head was covered with beads of sweat.

"Sage, but how should we do it specifically?"

"Is there any land in Lugnica that is relatively deserted and not inhabited by people?"

Without paying any attention to the snake man, Yang Mingxiu looked at the king.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Sage, the territory behind you meets the requirements."

The king's eyes sparkled. He had already guessed how the wise man wanted to resolve the situation.

That is to make both parties feel that the other party has made concessions, so that they feel that it is a victory for themselves.

"Can my territory accommodate so many people?"

Yang Ming Xiuyi was thinking about the feasibility. Anyway, he had not yet visited his nominal territory and had no idea what the situation was.

At this time, Liz tugged at Yangming's sleeve.

"The sanctuary can still accommodate quite a few people, and the great forest is also suitable for subhumans to live in."

"In this case."

. . . . . .

The next day, in the Aisia Wetlands, the demihuman tribe and the kingdom army stared at each other, their anger suppressed and heavy.

When the war has reached this point, there is no longer any "greater justice". There is only one belief, which is to completely defeat the enemy, which means engaging in the most bloody and brutal war of attrition.

The hatred between races has reached a point where it cannot be eased under the instigation of the witch. At this time, no one can listen to the conspiracy between countries. Just like the kingdom army now thinks of their compatriots who were killed by them when they see the demi-humans, and they can't wait to drink their blood and bite their flesh.

The same is true among sub-humans.

Swinging weapons to kill the enemy becomes the only belief in this battle. When the weapons cannot be swung anymore, use nails and teeth to bite and scratch. Fighting with everything and consuming the opponent's vitality is the only way to keep the battle going and leave a mark for the final winner.

It is no longer possible to eliminate the barriers, the only thing left is to determine the final winner while satisfying both parties.

It’s really difficult to handle.

Librey gritted his teeth and instigated his soldiers. Even though he no longer had any desire to fight, he couldn't let his men see that. If they saw that he had already intended to retreat, then there would be no need to continue this drama.

Even if it was fake, it was real before Yang Mingxiu entered the scene.

Barga Cromwell stood at the forefront of the alliance holding a brand new wooden stick. The previous stick that had been cut had been plucked from an ancient tree. He was the most reliable forward of the subhumans and also the general.

Werewolves, snake men, dog men, pig men, and sub-humans holding all kinds of weapons are ready to fight, and some tyrants are baring their fangs and drooling. The warlike factors brought by the beasts begin to take effect, and their goal is to tear the humans in front of them to pieces.

Elite knights in armor rode on tall warhorses, their eyes gleaming coldly under the armor. They had no mercy on the demi-humans who wanted to overthrow Lugnica, and only hoped that the steel spears in their hands would pierce their ugly skin, so that these beasts would never dare to invade the kingdom's territory again.

A deafening sound of horse hooves came from far away, and the earth seemed to tremble. Looking up, a group of people and horses appeared at the end of the single flat road. Bright battle flags fluttered in the wind under the blue sky, and bright armor flashed dazzling luster. Spears and swords were only a step away from the sky, emitting a cold light. The heavy rumbling sound of horses' hooves against the ground, rushing towards them with an unstoppable momentum, and the dust they raised rolled and surged, which was daunting and creepy.

These are the kingdom’s cavalry who suffer the highest casualties from the demihumans in every battle.

Each time, they could only use the elite atavistic demi-humans with extremely high defense to resist the first wave of attacks and keep the battle line from being disrupted. Then it would be the turn of the demi-humans with deadly claws to use their agility to tear them off their horses and attack them in groups.