Chapter 646: Two Choices (1/2)
”This… We can talk about this…” Chief Blackdragon cracked a wry expression before saying, ”You should know how important the Divine Doctor is to me.”
”I do not have to fear the Demonic Possession, then I can push for Battle King Realm without worries,” he said.
However, Chief Valencia continued to glare at him coldly and said, ”And you think that the same doesn't apply for the rest of us? Does the Berserk Dragon Tribe think it is so powerful that it can look down on its allies and disrespect them now?”
”I apologize for this matter… I was not thinking straight due to the side effects of my tribe's Berserk Dragon Cultivation Method…”
”Do you think that can excuse you for attacking my esteemed guests—or anyone for that matter, Chief Blackdragon?” Chief Valencia pressed firmly.
”I… This Chief was not—”
”That's enough,” the One-Eye Venerable Shaman interrupted with a wave of his hand and stated, ”We are gathered to decide how to resolve the crisis before us. You can settle the problems between you two after.”
”Yes, One-Eyed Venerable Shaman,” Chief Blackdragon complied respectfully.
No matter what, the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman was his senior and an Extremity-rank Battle Master.
He was not so arrogant that he would slight someone two ranks above his level.
”Young Master Leonhardt, you may proceed to speak—if it is alright with you,” the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman gestured politely to Leon.
”Alright.”
Leon nodded.
Shortly after giving everyone a sweeping glance, he began to speak, ”As you are all aware, I am not a local from around here, nor am from one of the neighboring regions—No, I am from much further away.”
”I am from the Humain Domain, a place located on another continent and also a prince of an empire there, but enough of that for now. As it stands, two options are presented before you all.”
Leon paused to give the Venerable Shaman and the tribal chiefs a look.
”The first choice is to surrender to the winning tribe at the central region and allows yourselves to live under the leadership of their hegemony,” Leon stated.
”Out of the question!”
”Give us the second option.”
Without surprises, the tribal chiefs and the One-Eye Venerable Shaman voiced their objections to the idea.
They did not even consider it.
If they had been unaware of the Black Warbear Tribe's grand scheme and had their water cut, causing them to become desperate, then perhaps, they may have considered.
However, since they were aware, they wanted to keep their dignity.
”Very well,” Leon smiled lightly with a nod at their responses before he said, ”The second choice is to work with me. I will provide you the water. I can even provide you better techniques to practice. In return, you must unite, rise, and become the hegemon of the Infertile Plains.”
”If you go down this path, it will be a bloodied one. There will be resistance, and there will be death. Whether you rise or fall, it'll be a path of no return. And of course, a leader must be a elected among the Seven Tribe Alliance to lead everyone in this endeavor.”
Leon stated afterward.
'Hegemon!'