Chapter 210: Deer Girl

Chapter 210: Deer Girl

“Deer Girl?”

Yizhou’s Tibetan city lord fell silent. The other Tibetan commanders and nobles fell silent too.

“Indeed!” the city lord’s son nodded in delight.

Seconds passed before the Tibetan city lord asked, “Who’s that?”

The other commanders and nobles also stared at the city lord’s son in confusion.

The city lord’s son was stunned. He hesitantly asked, “Have you never heard of her? She’s the Deer Whisperer who recently came up with all sorts of brilliant ideas and inventions in Yizhou, Guazhou, Shazhou, and the Western Regions...”

“...Is she good at fighting?”

The Tibetan city lord had been under so much stress recently—it felt like a noose was slowly tightening around his neck—that he asked a dumb question.

Is it an up-and-rising mage from the Tibetan Plateau?

If such a mage joins our rank, we might still last a while against the Anxi army. At least we can try to offer our city to the enemy in exchange for our surrender.

“Father, what nonsense are you saying?!” The city lord’s son was unhappy to hear that. “The Deer Girl is a desert fairy. She cries even over deceased lambs; there’s no way she would resort to violence!”

“Does she have a secret spell that will help us guard the city?” the Tibetan city lord asked.

“What are you saying?”

“Then why did you say that we’re saved?!”

The Tibetan city lord lost his patience, thinking that his son was distracting them with trivial matters at this critical moment.

“You see...”

After the city lord’s son explained the matter, the crowd finally understood what was the deal with Deer Girl.

A merchant convoy had gotten lost in the desert, and just as they were on the verge of dying, they encountered a beautiful woman riding on a white deer, dressed in green. She led them to an oasis, saving their lives.

That woman was beautiful and innocent, and her dance was enchanting like a fairy. Over time, she became known as the Deer Girl.

She was also known for the creative little gadgets she invented, which had been selling like hotcakes in the region. It was no exaggeration to say that she was raking in gold.

She was also adept at resolving conflicts. With her tender words, she made others understand how valuable peace was and convinced them to lay down their weapons...

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The Tibetan garrison troops watched with horrified eyes as the beast-transformed high shaman zombie marched toward the city gates with heavy footsteps.

“NO!”

KABLAM!

As soon as the high shaman bashed through the city gates, relentless waves of terracotta soldiers swiftly flooded the city.

“Terracotta soldiers work much better in places like this,” Shu Yichao remarked.

Winter had long passed, and it was nearing the end of spring. There were no longer any frigid snowstorms to obscure the specters. So, Shu Yichao changed his undead army’s composition to fit the change in climate—terracotta soldiers for battles and specters to clean up in sieges.

Cries filled the city.

All of a sudden, the gentle ringing of a bell echoed out of nowhere. It felt like a warm spring breeze, intoxicating one.

“Mmph...” Miazova clutched its head as it swayed on the spot. “It feels like I’m drunk.”

It raised its head with great difficulty to take a look. Someone seemed to be dancing amidst the flying sand, her moves so alluring that the spectators couldn’t help but fall into trance.

Weng!

A light flickered across Miazova’s eyes, and the grogginess in his head swiftly receded.

Alarmed, it anxiously turned to Shu Yichao to warn him, “Oy, darned grandson! Something’s off. A tough one is here!”

Miazova, as an Abyss Hell Butterfly, had a spirit stronger than most people, but it had never seen such a formidable illusion since arriving in this world. That dance was so potent that it could enchant an entire city!

Had it been a battle between ordinary soldiers, both sides would have put down their weapons and stopped fighting to admire that mesmerizing dance.

Miazova didn’t receive an answer, so it turned over.

Shu Yichao was getting high from zapping others.

“What’s up, son? Why are you calling daddy?” Shu Yichao glanced over.

“Be careful!” Miazova exclaimed. “Don’t look there; you’ll fall for that fellow’s illusion!”