The second elder looked up at the person in the lead.

It was this person who caused their witch clan to suffer heavy losses and utter defeat.

And these soldiers are actually women! It's a disgrace to their witch clan!

It was a failed creation of their own witch clan. The Second Elder couldn't believe that their witch clan had been defeated by the very thing they had created.

But the facts are right in front of us.

Moreover, it was a complete defeat.

"Are you willing to surrender?" Nan Xiangrong asked coldly from above.

The Second Elder sneered.

Surrender? How could the people of the Wu tribe possibly surrender?

If they hadn't used such cunning tricks, how could they have possibly lost?

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! Your Great Wei is really going too far!" the Second Elder said, blowing his beard and glaring.

Nan Xiangrong didn't argue with them. Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. Since they refused to surrender, then let's fight!

Nan Xiangrong made an attack gesture, and a group of people rushed down the gentle slope to attack the remaining members of the Wu tribe.

The outcome of a few against hundreds is obvious.

They protected the Second Elder until the very last moment, but ultimately could not escape the fate of dying in battle.

The Second Elder was undoubtedly grieving at this moment. "Wait."

The Second Elder seemed to want to say something, but it was too late.

A soldier's spear had already pierced his chest.

The Second Elder stared at her in disbelief. He couldn't believe that he would die at the hands of an insignificant soldier.

The Second Elder's eyes widened, and he said unwillingly, "You, even if you win this battle, so what? You will always be losers! Hahahahaha."

The second elder laughed loudly, and at that moment, several more spears pierced through, making a series of 'thud' sounds—the sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh, cold and bone-chilling.

The last Second Elder stood there, taking his last breath. He was propped up on the ground by several spears, his eyes wide open, filled with resentment, as if he couldn't understand how things had come to this. How could the Witch Clan possibly lose?

Nan Xiangrong let out a long sigh; it was finally over.

War is always the cruelest thing. After this war ends, there will probably be a period of peace again.

Although there is no general without war, he would rather the world be at peace and there be no more war.

However, no one paid attention to the Second Elder's last words, since no one knew what they meant.

But his expression, voice, and appearance left such a deep impression on people that many people have imprinted him in their hearts for a long time.

Nan Xiangrong ordered some soldiers to stay behind to clean up the battlefield, and led the rest of the men back to the city.

The people cheered and lined the streets. After this battle, the soldiers in the army finally completely believed in this male general, and the city lord also admitted that he had misjudged him before.

Nan Xiangrong, however, didn't care about these external reputations. He never cared what others thought of him, except...

she!

Now he needs to think carefully about how to write a memorial to her. He wants to write it to her personally and tell her that he has won this battle.

Imagining her praising and rewarding him, Nan Xiangrong couldn't help but smile.

Meanwhile, in the Southern Dynasty, Nanlin also received a secret letter.

Looking at the two words on the letter, Nanlin finally showed his only smile in a long time.

However, if anyone saw that smile, they would definitely be startled, probably because the smile was too sinister and made their hair stand on end.

But what did the letter say? Only two words: It's done.

Nanlin immediately launched an attack, giving the enemy no chance to react, emphasizing the importance of speed in warfare.

Or perhaps Nanlin felt he had been delayed for too long and wanted to resolve the matter as soon as possible to return home to be with his wife and daughter.

As for dealing with these fangless witch tribesmen, there's no need for any schemes or tricks; simply overwhelming them with force and numbers is sufficient.

On the battlefield.

As Nan Ye watched his side gradually crumble and one person after another fall, his resentment reached its peak.

Could it be that all his years of scheming have come to nothing?

He did all the work for someone else's benefit.

On what grounds?

He was unwilling to accept it!

He, Nan Lin, is not worthy to be the Southern Emperor. Only he is the chosen one and can lead the Southern Dynasty to glory!

"Nanlin, you shameless brat, you coward! Do you dare to come out and fight me head-on? What kind of skill is it to hide behind the army?" Nanye roared at the city wall.

Nan Lin stood up from the city wall: "That's still better than you barking like a dog."

Nanye hated this arrogant attitude of his the most. He was always like this, so proud and conceited no matter what the situation was, as if no one in the world was worthy of being compared with him, and that even looking at you was a favor.

On what grounds?

If we're talking about bloodline, only he inherited his ancestor's abilities; he is the noblest of them all!

Only he deserves to be on the throne.

It was him who stole his place!

"Nanlin, how dare you speak to me like that? You are nothing but a usurper and a traitor, a usurper of the country."

"It's just a pity that my nephew was stabbed to death by you, and he died with his eyes wide open in disbelief!" Nan Ye said, feigning grief. If he could make these soldiers turn against him and cause internal strife, that would be even better.

The soldiers below wished they could close their ears; they didn't want to hear the conversation between these big shots at all, fearing they might lose their lives in the slightest mistake.

“I have never hidden this fact. The throne is meant to be held by the most capable. If Nan Ziyu wants to kill me, am I supposed to just stand there and let him kill me? Besides, isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? Or are you just jealous that I got there first and did what you never dared to do?” Nan Lin said calmly.

Nan Ye's anger was hard to quell. If it weren't for him repeatedly ruining his plans, how could he have ended up in this state today!

"Stop your sophistry. It is a fact that you usurped the throne. Today, I, Nanlin, will act on behalf of Heaven and teach you, this unworthy descendant, a lesson on behalf of the ancestors of the Southern Dynasty."

Nan Lin almost burst out laughing. Why didn't he mention how he himself had provoked a conflict between the two countries for his own selfish reasons?

It's laughable that he puts himself on a pedestal to criticize others. If it weren't for him, he, Nan Ye, would have been the first to rebel!

Nan Lin smiled wickedly and said slowly, "You probably don't know this yet, but you no longer represent the Southern Dynasty's royal family. After you betrayed us and started a war between the two countries for your own selfish reasons, you were removed from the list by me. You don't still think you're that high and mighty prince, do you?"

Nan Ye flew into a rage, "You shameless brat! You're using this to settle personal scores! What gives you the right to remove me from the list?"

"Of course, it's based on..."

Nan Lin's expression shifted, and he pointed directly at Nan Ye, "I am the emperor, and you..."

"He's a traitor!"

"That's all your one-sided story, it's all nonsense," Nan Ye said angrily.

"Nanye, you haven't forgotten the people behind you, have you?"

"But you brought them here to attack the Southern Dynasty. Aren't you a traitor or a national hero?"

Not only did the people of the Southern Dynasty look grim, but even the people of the Witch Clan felt that Nan Ye was two-faced, as he hadn't said those things when he came to join their Witch Clan.