The next morning, the entire camp was assembled.
The Prairie Wolf Riders led by Tie Muzhen, the Great Shang Xuan Niao Army led by Di Xin, and the Iron Eater Beast Legion led by Tie Lao Si all set out, not a single one absent.
Lin Zhan sat in a bronze chariot covered with runes, pulled by four iron-armored dragon steeds.
Each chariot, including the driver, comprised nine people: four archers, four halberdiers, and the chariot itself, armored to the wheels and enchanted – a veritable instrument for breaking enemy formations.
What was most infuriating was that surrounding these chariots were no less than 100,000 more identical ones.
Lin Zhan looked at Di Xin with disdain and said:
"Ancestor, you old scoundrel, you've been fooling me all along. You old geezers are truly wicked."
"You first told me the Great Shang Xuan Niao Army was one million strong, and now it's grown to three million. And you've conjured up another 100,000 enchanted chariots. Is this what you meant by saying our Great Shang had no people?"
"Dare you give me a straight answer? When you old fellows are all gone, how much inheritance can I actually expect?"
Di Xin looked at the scoundrel-like demeanor of young master Lin, his eyes darting as he said:
"Kid, we old folks who have lived for thousands of years, who doesn't have a few good things? Mine are nothing much. Look at those other old guys, they're the ones hoarding the real treasures."
"That old fellow Wu Ding, he has an army of 500,000 Giant Axe soldiers. This unit is extraordinary. Each Giant Axe soldier carries the bloodline of the ancient Fengfang clan, and all of them are at least Lord-level. To forge this army, they started building it from the generation of Patriarch Zu Ding, meaning Wu Ding's great-grandfather, and it was only completed in Wu Ding's generation."
"Then there's Ancestor Shang Tang, the founder of the Great Shang dynasty. That old fellow has been plundering everywhere! He's accumulated a mountain of good stuff. You know about the desolate elephants he contracted? That's an entire species. The desolate elephant cavalry is the unit that old fellow assembled, but no one knows how many there are. I estimate no less than 100,000 cavalry."
Di Xin watched as young master Lin, after hearing this, became like a dragon possessing him, his eyes fixed and drool trickling down.
Di Xin couldn't help but think smugly: "Let you old guys bully me. This time I'll find someone who covets your inheritance. Let's see if you can still show off."
While Di Xin prided himself on his cleverness and imagined how Lin Zhan would force these old geezers to hand over their inheritance, he didn't notice the look in Lin Zhan's eyes for a moment.
Young master Lin looked at Di Xin with disdain and said: "Ancestor, you say the Great Shang has such immense strength, yet you still lost in ancient times. How utterly useless must you be?"
Di Xin was stunned: Damn it, you little brat...
Who doesn't know that the two biggest pyramid schemes in our human race are the one belonging to the Liu family and the subsidiary company under my command?
As the big boss behind the scenes, do I need to personally deceive you?
Besides, when you old fellows kick the bucket, won't all the retirement funds and everything else be mine?