Prime Originator

Chapter 653 - Black Warbear Tribes Intention

Chapter 653 - Black Warbear Tribe's Intention

"Alright, alright. Just stick to the mission, right? I understand," the High-rank Battle Master said.

"Good that you understand. If the information is true, we must do everything we can to win this person over," Lord Warmog said before adding, "And coercing his tribe is hardly the way to do it."

"But Warlak's words are worth considering. If the Seven Tribes Alliance is as strong as you claim, it will be huge merit if we can bring them under our banner, Lord Warmog." A Low-rank Battle Master inserted his opinion with a flicker of eagerness.

An Extremity-rank Battle Master like Lord Warmog might not get too excited with regards to rewards from the chief at level, but it was different for the rest of them who still had ways to go before reaching the apex of the Battle Master Realm.

Lord Warmog swept the group a look before he questioned them casually, "You are all thinking about the merit of subjugating the Seven Tribes Alliance?"

"Yes, Lord Warmog," another Low-rank Battle Master acknowledged with a nod before saying, "If we succeed, not only that it will be a huge boost to our tribe's strength, but the chief will most likely reward handsomely enough to promote our strength to a higher rank."

After seeing the look on everyone's faces, Lord Warmog shook his head and gave a soft sigh.

"This is why I am in charge," Lord Warmog stated before explaining, "You see, to receive the chief's handsome reward, you must first succeed."

"If we fail, not only would we not get any reward, we will also suffer the chief's wrath. And trust me, you don't want that to happen."

"How bad can it be?" the youngest Low-rank Battle Master in the group asked before saying, "No matter what, Battle Masters are the core strength of the Black Warbear Tribe."

"Right. We are needed for the fierce competition between tribes aiming for hegemony. The chief will not kill us for failing," another Battle Master added.

"You think death is the worse form of punishment? Wrong. Death is a release. The worse form of punishment is to beg for death but not have it," Lord Warmog said before stating, "None of you know how deep Chief Blackbear's cruelty runs. Trust me, his torture methods are not things you want to experience—Not now, not ever."

His solemn words quickly shook the hearts of the Battle Masters as they begin to weigh their options.

Was it worth the risk?

With the existence of the Demonic Possession, stepping into Battle Master Realm was like a race to reach the Battle King Realm.

If they ever want to reach the Battle King Realm in their lifetime and enjoy endless glory, they have to grab hold of every opportunity they can to promote their strength.

Thus, if they cower because of some risk, they were as good as having already lost the race.

As the Battle Masters thought, they agreed to strictly follow the mission on the surface while making their own plans in their hearts.

'Observe the situation first, then act accordingly.'

…

Sometime later, the Black Warbear Tribe's group of Battle Masters arrived at the Darkmoon Tribe and stopped 100 yards from its wall.

Chief Valencia, the other tribal chiefs, the Venerable Shamans, and all other abled Battle Masters in the tribe gathered on the wall as they anticipated the group's arrival.

"Who are you people, and why have you come to my Darkmoon Tribe? State your intentions!"

Chief Valencia's powerful and clear voice quickly rippled out, easily traversing the distance and into the ears of the Black Warbear Tribe.

"Only a Mid-rank Battle Master, huh?" a High-rank Battle Master gauged Chief Valencia's strength through her breath before commenting, "Our chief's strength is far greater than this."

"Right. It seems that the Darkmoon Tribe is not as strong as Lord Warmog claimed if their chief is only at the level of a Mid-rank Battle Master…"

"Enough chatter. Do not provoke the other side," Lord Warmog hushed before stepping forward from the group and answered clearly, "I am Lord Warmog, and we are warriors from the Black Warbear Tribe of Central Region!"

'Sure enough, it's the Black Warbear Tribe!'

Chief Valencia and the other tribal chiefs of the alliance narrowed their eyes dangerously in that instance.

"We've received reliable news that a Divine Doctor, who can cure the Demonic Possession, is currently residing in your tribe. Therefore, we came to invite this person back to the Black Warbear Tribe," Lord Warmog stated.

Chief Valencia and the other tribal chiefs' eyes flickered.

Once again, it was as they had suspected. There was an information leak and a traitor within the tribe—or at least, it was almost certainly the case.

"Such a powerful lineup of Battle Masters you have brought along to invite one person," Chief Valencia spoke with a sardonic tone before adding with ridicule, "Let's say there is a Divine Doctor in this tribe. What will you do if we refuse? Use force? Threaten to annihilate our tribe?"

"I can understand your concerns, but the Black Warbear Tribe will not resort to violence. We wish to negotiate with the Darkmoon Tribe peacefully and amicably," Lord Warmog stated before adding, "The heavy lineup of Battle Masters is for protection."

"The Black Warbear Tribe requires fifty Battle Masters for a sense of security when coming to ask for a person from my Darkmoon Tribe?"

"I did not know that the proud Black Warbear Tribe could be so insecure with their strength. Don't tell me that the Black Warbear Tribe is afraid of our little Darkmoon Tribe?"

The longer they spoke, the more certain Chief Valencia believed that the Black Warbear Tribe did not come with good intentions.

Nevertheless, her words angered the group as a hotheaded Low-rank Battle Master barked furiously, "Nonsense!"

"How can my great Black Warbear Tribe be afraid of a mere Darkmoon Tribe? The protection Lord Warmog spoke of is not for us but for the Divine Doctor!"

Being looked down on by the Darkmoon Tribe, none of the proud warriors from the Black Warbear Tribe was pleased.

Even Lord Warmog's expression was glum, but he remained cordial.

"The Black Warbear Tribe recognizes the importance of the Divine Doctor. Thus, should anything befall him during our escort, it will be a great loss for the entire Infertile Plains!"