"Master, should we drive him away...?"
The Administrator felt a bit absurd saying this.
He was just a mere human.
In the past, he would have become fertilizer in the soil before even getting close to the territory's border.
But thinking of Super Love Farming's bizarre declaration of war, Cyril didn't dare to provoke this plague god.
Just as he was about to agree, suddenly, a will prompt appeared before his eyes.
"Please welcome the envoy. Refusing to meet will be considered an insult and contempt towards the Lord behind the envoy! It also expresses an intention to refuse communication! This could very likely lead to military conflict!"
"?"
A question mark appeared above Cyril's head, followed by a strong sense of unease rising in his heart.
The inexplicable prompt truly made him open his eyes!
What is this!
He was just staying behind closed doors, how did it involve military conflict?
Seeing the word 'insult'.
He dared not be negligent in the slightest and quickly ordered, "Let him in!"
The Administrator hesitated briefly, then responded, "Yes, Master."
....
....
Outside the city.
Zhang San looked at the city wall, over ten meters high, equipped with a large number of heavy ballistas.
A defensive distribution map constantly formed in his mind.
At the same time, he pondered what kind of death he should choose once he entered the city.
Boom—
The heavy iron city gate slowly opened.
The Administrator walked out accompanied by guards. Seeing Zhang San, he immediately went forward to greet him.
"Guest from afar!"
The Administrator looked down at the human, who was nearly two meters shorter than him, trying to make his voice gentle, and said in the common tongue, "Welcome to our territory!"
Zhang San scratched his head upon hearing this, then his throat moved, "Ptooey!"
A thick glob of phlegm landed precisely on the Administrator's foot, which was covered in viscous liquid.
"What the hell are you mumbling about?"
"Speak human!"
The Administrator looked down at his foot, suppressing the urge to twist the former's neck, and asked a Naga guard captain, "What did he just say?"
"Uh..."
The questioned Naga, having recovered from the previous scene, hesitated, "He asked you to speak human language."
"Translate what I just said," the Administrator said in a low voice.
"Yes!"
The Naga nodded respectfully, then repeated in human language, "Guest from afar! Welcome to our territory!"
Zhang San said nothing upon hearing this, bypassed everyone, and walked straight into the city gate.
He looked around at the towering Abyss Race-style buildings, and the pervasive scent of decay made him feel a wave of nausea.
"Lead the way!" Zhang San turned his head, his neck flushed red, and cursed, "Do I need to remind you of this? Why are you acting like an idiot, do you want me to talk to you? Are you worthy?"
The Administrator turned to look at the Naga, and after waiting for the translation, he took a deep breath.
"Please follow me!"
Accompanied by a group of various races, Zhang San passed through numerous buildings and entered the fifth-floor conference hall of a large building, where he immediately saw Cyril curled up on a stone chair.
At this moment.
The latter's lone human-like head was wrapped in tentacles, and he was also scrutinizing Zhang San with an examining gaze.
Zhang San sat down swaggeringly in front of Cyril, frowning, and said, "What the hell are you looking at!"
Cyril didn't understand human language, so he turned his gaze to the Naga responsible for translation.
"Uh..." The Naga's snake-like body squirmed uneasily, stammering, "Master, he said... he is your mother."
Everyone: ......
Cyril's face sank. Suppressing his emotions, he tried to keep his tone steady, "I have no conflict with your Lord. What brings you here?"
Zhang San snorted coldly after hearing the translation, "There's a lot! One of our warriors went missing near your territory. Aren't you going to explain?"
A warrior missing!
He hadn't even seen a single hair of him, what was there to explain!
Cyril's voice was low, "Your missing warrior has nothing to do with me. If your visit is just for this matter, then you may leave."
"Nothing to do with you?"
Zhang San suddenly stood up, pointed at Cyril's nose, and said sharply, "You're just dismissing it with 'nothing to do with you'? What if the warrior met with misfortune, have you thought about his wife, daughters, and elderly family at home?"
Cyril's tentacles twitched restlessly. He said coldly, "I will send people to search the surrounding area. If there's any news, I will inform you immediately."
"No need."
Zhang San sat back down in his chair, completely unafraid of the gradually rising oppressive aura from Cyril. "We will send our army to search personally. During this process, we will inevitably enter your territory. This is just an advance notice."
As he spoke.
"Also!" Before Cyril could react, Zhang San put on a look of three parts confusion and seven parts outrage and continued, "Recently, a batch of meat food was stolen from our territory! Lord has been wondering where his beast meat went!"
"Just now, I passed by a few warehouses and found that the meat you stored is exactly the same as ours! How do you explain that?"
The Naga had just finished translating, and everyone hadn't yet recovered from this absurd accusation.
The next moment!
Zhang San walked directly in front of Cyril, completely ignoring the gleaming weapons of the surrounding alien guards, and pointed out the window at the golden wheat waves on the southern edge of the territory!
"Also!"
He questioned sharply, "Why is our wheat growing in your land!!"
Only then.
Cyril and the Administrator reacted.
This human wasn't here to negotiate; he was clearly here to cause trouble!
"Do you think..."
Cyril's tentacles under his head stood up, meeting Zhang San's gaze, his eyes glinting with cold light, "that I'm really afraid of you?"
Indeed.
The scene shown in the projection stone three days ago left him with lingering fear.
Super Love Farming's army's combat power was beyond imagination, and there was also that mysterious existence that instantly killed Romani, all of which made Cyril extra cautious.
But...
"This is my territory..."
Slap!
Cyril hadn't finished speaking when a loud slap landed heavily on his face.
"What the hell are you blabbering about!"
Zhang San pulled back his wrist, rubbed it, and pouted, "Did I tell you to speak loudly?"
Instantly!
The entire place fell silent, everyone looking at Zhang San in disbelief, silent as cicadas in winter, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
Feeling the stinging heat on his cheek, Cyril's mind went blank.
He had never imagined that the other party would actually slap him, so much so that even with his Tier 4 strength, he couldn't react in time.
After an unknown amount of time, the anger that Cyril had suppressed for so long finally erupted completely, and he said furiously,
"You!"
"You're seeking death!!"
As his voice fell!
Tentacles, like sharp blades, stabbed towards Zhang San at an extremely fast speed.
The latter did not dodge, allowing the tentacles to pierce his body like a sieve.
"Prepare defenses..."
Cyril retracted his tentacles, threw the now lifeless corpse onto the conference table, and said in a deep voice, "Convert all purple crystal coins into food and military supplies, and increase defensive siege weapons."
"Yes..."
The Administrator dared not linger. After ordering the guards to clean up the corpse, he hurriedly left the conference room.
At the same time.
A scarlet prompt also appeared in Cyril's field of vision.
"Lord Super Love Farming (Hunter) has declared war on you. Due to the opponent having a strong claim—Humiliation! After victory, you can obtain all the corresponding territory's income!"
"I must report the situation to the clan now."
Cyril took a deep breath, then opened his private chat channel.
.......
At the same time.
Meng Xi led eight hundred elites on a three-day rapid march, crossing numerous obstacles, and arrived at the edge of the coordinates calculated by Zhuge Hei.
"We've arrived."
In the sky.
Meng Xi stood on the saddle on Dabai's back, her eyes scanning the ground at the scattered territories of various races, her red lips slightly parted.
Using group sound transmission.
"The entire army will set up camp."
....
(There's one more chapter, we're about to enter the first volume's climax. I'm a bit stuck today, will post it later.)