Chapter 187: The Demon Tribe Messenger
Most of the military provisions were made from dried fish.
However, dried fish couldn't last as long as half a year.
At most, it would start to spoil and rot within one or two months.
"The ice cellar is currently being excavated. Once operational, it will extend the shelf life of the military provisions."
Ice cellar?
These words from Li Meng reminded the elders of the recent activities in the southern district over the past half month.
A large number of Goblins had been digging something in the southern district for the past two weeks.
Every day, vast amounts of soil were transported out.
It turned out that Li Meng was digging an ice cellar.
"Yes, my King!"
Li Meng waved slightly, dismissing the Lizardmen elders.
The male Lizardmen elders tactfully turned and left.
Watching their retreating backs, Li Meng's face showed a contemplative expression.
"It seems Bai Ling needs to find a mate!"
Bai Ling was a special member of the High Priest lineage among the Lizardmen.
Currently, Bai Ling was the only remaining descendant of the High Priest lineage.
It would be a great loss if the High Priest lineage ended with Bai Ling.
The lifespan of the Marsh Lizardmen was only about seventy years.
Bai Ling was already in her thirties.
If she remained single, the High Priest lineage might truly go extinct.
Li Meng didn't particularly care about the extinction of the High Priest lineage.
What he cared about was the abilities of the High Priest lineage.
As the king, he couldn't become a tool for making ice.
And entrusting the role of ice-making to the High Priest lineage was undoubtedly the best option.
The thought of a large group of white Lizardmen offspring frolicking around Bai Ling made Li Meng chuckle mischievously.
His desire to have Bai Ling reproduce offspring grew even stronger.
Although Bai Ling had already borne a Goblin for him, their aesthetics were too different.
He could tolerate it, but there was no sense of possessiveness whatsoever.
To him, Bai Ling was more like a tool—a tool to rule over the Lizardmen.
"Do you know Bai Ling?"
Li Meng suddenly asked the female Lizardmen beside him.
This was a redundant question.
Bai Ling was now the supreme leader of the Marsh Lizardmen.
How could these female Lizardmen not know her?
The female Lizardmen at the dining table all nodded in unison.
"How did the High Priest lineage reproduce in the past?"
The number of High Priests had always been too few.
At its peak, the Marsh Lizardmen population in the Goblin Forest exceeded 100,000.
Even if the High Priest lineage declined, there shouldn't be only Bai Ling left as the sole descendant.
The female Lizardman to Li Meng's left lowered her head slightly.
"My King, the High Priest lineage does not rely on reproduction for inheritance. Among the newborns of the Marsh Lizardmen, a High Priest might emerge. Once such a newborn is born, they are taken in by the High Priest lineage."
Hearing this, Li Meng was taken aback.
He had assumed the High Priest lineage was a special bloodline among the Marsh Lizardmen.
Unexpectedly, the High Priest lineage turned out to be merely a mutation within the Marsh Lizardmen.
Even if Bai Ling found a mate, their offspring would most likely be ordinary Lizardmen.
Awkwardly laughing, Li Meng gave up on the idea of finding a mate for Bai Ling.
No wonder the High Priest lineage was reduced to Bai Ling as the sole descendant.
It seemed the probability of Marsh Lizardmen producing a mutated individual was extremely low.
Feeling somewhat dejected, Li Meng nibbled on some raw fish.
Fine, it seemed he would have to become the ice-making tool himself in the future.
Although Bai Ling could also take on this role, she had her own tasks to handle.
Making her an ice-making tool would be a waste.
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Time flew by, and months passed in the blink of an eye.
Morning, the Throne Palace.
"My King! My King!"
In the bedchamber, a female Lizardman maid called softly.
The scene on the bed caused a hint of shyness to flash in her eyes.
On the bed were not only the Princess consorts but also the maids.
At a glance, there were at least five Lizardmen.
The intense scent lingering in the air spoke volumes about the previous night's activities.
The maid's voice caused the Princesses and maids to gradually open their eyes.
The maids hurriedly got up and began searching for their scattered garments on the bed.
Last night, they had been on duty outside but were summoned into the room at some point.
Compared to the slightly flustered maids, the two Princesses were much more composed.
They lazily got out of bed, exuding an air of indifference.
Li Meng, still on the bed, sat up and turned his head.
"What's the matter?"
He looked at the hesitant maid standing by the bed.
Upon hearing his question, the maid quickly explained.
"My King, a Goblin is waiting for you in the throne hall."
Li Meng threw off the silk blanket made of spider threads and got out of bed.
Two maids quickly approached to assist him.
"My King, we will take our leave for now!"
While Li Meng was being helped with his attire, the two Princesses had already finished dressing.
Li Meng grinned and nodded.
"Go ahead, we'll play again tonight!"
Faced with his predatory gaze, the Princesses chuckled softly, swaying their hips as they walked out.
Before long, Li Meng left the bedchamber and headed to the throne hall.
In the throne hall.
As soon as the king appeared, the large Goblin, who had been waiting with little enthusiasm, knelt down.
"Speak, what's the matter?"
Li Meng yawned as he sat on the throne.
He had been up all night with the Princesses and had barely slept for four hours.
"My King, there is a Centaur messenger from the Demon Tribe!"
A Centaur messenger?
The report piqued Li Meng's interest.
At last, something important had arrived.
He had grown tired of waiting.
"Bring them in!"
"Yes, my King!"
The large Goblin quickly ran off.
At the same time, outside the eastern gate of the Throne Tribe's inner district, a tall and slender Centaur woman was waiting.
She was dressed in relatively exquisite brown leather armor, covering her entire body.
Her coffee-colored hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, and her pointed ears made her resemble an elegant elf.
"What an ugly monster!"
"Yeah, terrifying!"
"Is she a beast or a person?"
"What a horrifying hybrid!"
The presence of the Centaur drew murmurs from the Goblins, who were watching curiously, fearfully, and disdainfully.
Unperturbed by their chatter, the Centaur gazed thoughtfully at the structures and main road of the outer district.