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Lanling stood on the city wall!
Quietly watching over the more than a thousand soldiers of the Flame Demon Tribe below.
"This great war is over!"
"Our Flame Demon Tribe was not annihilated in its cradle!"
"Next, our tribe will enter a period of rapid expansion!"
"We have won, but there is no victory celebration, no bonfire party. Because I know you don't want to celebrate, and neither do I!"
"I even know that you feel this victory has nothing to do with you, completely owing to the unfathomable power of me and the Mirror Demon King. So, you even feel ashamed!"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the soldiers of the Flame Demon Tribe's faces trembled.
Lanling's words touched their hearts, the great war was a victory, they had the joy of surviving a disaster, yet they were shrouded by a more complex emotion, but they didn't know exactly what it was.
And Chief Lanling made everything clear and understandable.
Indeed, it was a feeling of shame.
