Prime Originator

Chapter 913: Leons Declaration

Chapter 913: Leon's Declaration

Back at the northern outskirts of the Darkmoon Tribe, Chief Valencia, the other two chiefs, the Half-step Battle Kings, and the Venerable Shamans arrived one by one.

Not far from them, Leon, Aria, Darlene, and the six maids also arrived.

Chief Valencia and the others nodded at Leon before they faced the front and focused on the huge warrior, who shared a similar war god-like appearance to Lord Rholthos, Lord Razarkan.

Nevertheless, Chief Valencia and the other willingly took a step back and allowed Leon to stand in front. They acknowledged his leadership and gave him the reins over the matter.

Nevertheless, it was because they were aware that they were lacking. A single Extremity-rank Battle King was too much for them, let alone two.

"You waited out here for us instead of meeting us inside the tribe directly? My, how considerate of you, Lord Razarkan, I take it? I suppose you also came for the same reason as Lord Rholthos," Leon spoke.

"This Lord takes it that you are the de facto leader of the southern tribes, not that it matters to me," Lord Razarkan glanced at Leon but paid him little interest.

Leon's aura was so withdrawn into his body that Lord Razarkan wasn't aware a Paragon stood before him. In Lord Razarkan's eyes, Leon was just a scapegoat the southern tribe leaders sent out to test the waters.

The real leaders of the southern tribes should be the ones standing behind the skinny young man.

"Naturally, it is proper etiquette that you send people to escort this Lord into the tribe when this Lord is visiting," Lord Razarkan stated with a strong and confident tone.

Since the Darkmoon Tribe sent a young man to speak to him, it shows that they were wary and afraid of him. That makes it easier for him. The Darkmoon Tribe will quickly surrender to him with a bit of push.

Lord Razarkan did not understand how his third brother, Lord Rholthos, could fail when the Darkmoon Tribe was this timid.

His third brother was still simply not vicious and cruel enough.

"That's right! This Lord has come to bring the southern tribes under this Lord's wing. If you know what's best for you, you will all submit to this Lord! You must understand that this Lord is nothing like that incompetent third brother of this Lord!" Lord Razarkan declared shortly after.

Lord Razarkan's voice was loud, clear, and authoritative. Although he didn't use any threats, coercion was ingrained in his bones.

"Since you came to subjugate the southern tribes like Lord Rholthos, then there is no need to invite you into the tribe. You can stay out here. Better yet, you can get lost. The southern tribes will submit to no one," Leon stated coolly.

Swish!

Lord Razarkan's oppressive aura immediately exploded after being told to get lost. Lord Razarkan's expression turned fierce, and his eyes flickered with cold killing intent.

"How dare you speak to this Lord like that! Whether the southern tribes submit to this Lord or not, it isn't for a frail-looking young man like you to decide! This Lord is speaking to your leaders! Out of the way, boy!" Lord Razarkan thundered.

In the next instance, Lord Razarkan raised his to swap Leon away. However, it wasn't just a simple swap. No, Lord Razarkan intended to smack Leon to death!

Boom!

Before Lord Razarkan could follow through with his smack, a giant battle-ax flew over swiftly and embedded itself in the ground between him and Leon with a loud bang!

"Have you forgotten my warning, Second Brother? I definitely said that I will intervene if you try to use force to subjugate the southern tribes, or did my words mean nothing to you?" Lord Reingard strolled over with a solemn look and retrieved his giant battle-ax.

After resting the giant battle-ax on his shoulder, Lord Reinhard glared at Lord Razarkan.

"So, which is it?" Lord Reinhard questioned.

"Stay out of this, First Brother! This young man disrespected this Lord! He deserves death!" Lord Razarkan barked.

At the same time, Lord Razarkan immediately summoned his giant battle mace from his storage pouch with a wary expression.

Lord Razarkan did not want to fight Lord Reingard—not because he was afraid, but because there was nothing to gain from it.

It would be a stalemate that would look pathetic in front of the people they are both trying to subjugate.

"True, what you said makes sense. Disrespecting a palace lord is truly deserving of death," Lord Reingard stated. But then, he suddenly added with a grin, "But what if I insist on protecting him? What are you going to do about it?"

Not only did Lord Reingard intervene, but he also provoked Lord Razarkan to lose his temper. That way, he could improve his image in the eyes of the southern tribes.

Lord Razarkan's expression turned dark. He understood what his first brother was trying to accomplish. However, his gaze suddenly shifted back to Leon with surprise.

Lord Reingard also noticed his gaze and glanced behind him with surprise. The young man did not budge an inch from his spot. The poor guy must have been frozen stiff in fear.

"Hm? Young man, it's alright. No need to be scared. He won't be able to touch you while you have my protection," Lord Reingard assured. Then, he added, "Nevertheless, the least you can do is say thank you and step back."

"Didn't need it," Leon calmly said.

"Hm?" Lord Reingard frowned.

This was not the response he expected to receive. There was something wrong with this person's head. No, that's not right! This person was too calm!

Nevertheless, Leon didn't care about Lord Reingard's doubts.

"You lot from the Battle God Palace sure like to boss people around and scheme. I've said it before, and I will say it again; the southern tribes are not interested in being subjugated by any force," Leon declared.

"So, stop wasting my time and get lost. Otherwise, there will be a price to pay."

"…"

Lord Reingard fell silent with a gloomy expression after Leon spoke.