Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy Nine – Meetup (2/2)
The wind was murderous, and the groups were silent.
The commander at the front suddenly dismounted his steed. Woosh, the entire battalion dismounted, their movements in unison. The ranks divided, and a yao walked out to reach the side of the general.
The two stood shoulder to should and looked in the direction of An Mo’s battalion.
What was … …
A thought flashed through An Mo’s head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw King step out of the ranks to stand in front of the group.
The two were excited when they saw Zuo Mo but they both bowed first.
“Liang Wei!” Liang Wei took a deep breath. His voice was solemn.
“Fei Lei!” Fei Lei forced down his excitement as he said loudly.
“We have led the King’s Horn to come guard our King!” the two gravely shouted in unison.
The dignified and serious sounds that were like sworn oaths echoed in the vast wilderness.
“All Hail The King!”
The shouts of thousands of people were like thunder that caused the wilderness to tremble. Each person was trembling with excitement. Excitement, ecstasy, and exhilaration flashed through their eyes. Ten years, they could finally proclaim this phrase.
Many people had tears streaming down their faces.
They recalled how Fei Lei had found them in remote and obscure places, and told them of the past glories of their ancestors; recalled how they had travelled to their camp in their beggar-like clothing, but took on the name the King’s Horn which made them look like a joke; recalled how many layers of skin they shed in order to satisfy Liang Wei strict training; recalled the hope that had grown fainter and fainter over the past ten years as they raided to survive; maintained that they were a battalion despite their actions , and declared they were a battalion with a purpose.
They had never seen Zuo Mo before, they didn’t even know what Zuo Mo looked like.
But every one of them, starting from the first day, was told that they would fight for this person!
To fight for the king, to obtain the past glories.
That was their belief.
That illusory figurethat had appeared countless times in their minds finally became clear. All of their belief suddenly became tangible.
They were not idiots, they were not bandits.
They were the King’s Horn, they were a battalion with belief!
They would possess the glory promised to them!
Zuo Mo looked at this battalion with excitement.
All he knew about Pu Yao and Wei’s plans were the names Liang Wei and Fei Lei. Originally, he hadn’t had any hopes for this battalion. Zuo Mo knew just how difficult it would be to wait for ten years without a message.
When he had encountered Liang Wei at Pu Pu’s Home For Battle Generals, his shock and emotions could be imagined.
Looking at these faces, he controlled his doubts and solemnly gave his promise, “You and I together, never abandoned or separated!”
What answered him was a tsunami of shouting, “All Hail The King!”
An Mo’s battalion gaped with wide eyes at this scene.
Suddenly, An Mo realized something that even he had missed before. King was not as powerless as the outside said! Because he wasn’t just the Nether King, he was also the king of Mo Cloud Sea!
King had his own faction that could match the Nether Realm.
An Mo suddenly understood why the old Nether King was not worried about the new king and had been so confident.
If Zuo Mo had led Mo Cloud Sea to take over the Nether Realm, he would naturally encounter resistance from all the factions of Nether Realm. However, if he took over the Nether Realm as its appointed successor, no one could fight against him!
He was too strong! Even stronger than the Nether King back then!
Those objecting to his reign were just insects. He suddenly thought with slight maliciousness how those people would react when they learned that King was also the King of Mo Cloud Sea.
He really wanted to see it.
With the King’s Horn accompanying them, An Mo’s confidence immediately increased. An Mo didn’t believe that there was anyone in the Nether Realm that could face him, Liang Wei and Fei Lei at the same time. However, he was slightly puzzled because he had never heard the names Liang Wei and Fei Lei before. He had only heard of Gongsun Cha’s Vermillion Bird Camp and Bie Han’s Sin Battalion.
Was Mo Cloud Sea so strong?
Were two people and any battalion of Mo Cloud Sea, even those that he had never heard of, this strong?
Even An Mo, as strong as he was, felt slightly shaken.
Zuo Mo did not know what An Mo thoughts were. He, Liang Wei and Fei Lei talked for a long time as he learned how difficult their years had been. With the guards they had, Zuo Mo didn’t have to worry about safety at all.
He decided to resolve another problem that he had thought about for ten years on the road during this time.
–Rescue Pu Yao and Wei!
Translator Ramblings: So if Zuo Mo starts out in his twenties, reaches mid-twenties by the seven year timeskip, he’s in his early thirties by the end of that timeskip. Then we have this 10 year timeskip so he’s around his forties now?