Chapter 671: Tyrants Wont Live Long (1/2)
”This…” The servant sweated before he said, ”The Desolate Crow Clan is one of the four clans under the Desolate Netherbird Tribe with a deep ancestral history.”
”This servant is afraid that if Your Highness continues to push them, they will only grow disloyal to the tribe and rebel, Your Highness.”
”Once their flames of fury are ignited, there's a chance they could awaken their ancestral bloodline and grow into a fearsome force—even the tribe will have to take seriously.”
”You don't need to worry about that,” the Desolate Netherbird Second Prince said coolly before he explained, ”I planned to use the Desolate Crow Clan's forces as the vanguard anyway. They are just cannon fodders that are destined to die in battle.”
”Yet, Your Highness is expending much efforts to acquire these cannon fodders…” the servant sighed with silent lamentation.
The Desolate Netherbird Second Prince was evidently not fit to rule, but he was a person with grand ambitions that supersedes his capability.
Coercing the Desolate Crow Clan was a mistake, capturing their leader and elders was another mistake, and torturing them was a great mistake.
It was just one mistake after another.
The consequences of the Desolate Netherbird Second Prince's actions will one day bear down on him and swallow him whole.
”It's fortunate that the Venerable Paragons are currently in secluded cultivation. Otherwise, this servant is afraid of what the Venerable Paragons will do once they hear of your deeds, Your Highness,” the servant said.
”As long as I beat my elder brother and prove that I am more worthy of leading the tribe as the next chief, neither my father nor the Venerable Paragons will care of my means.”
”By the time they exit seclusion, it would already be over. They will have no choice but to accept me!” the Desolate Netherbird Second Prince stated with sinister glint.
Shortly after, the Desolate Netherbird Second Prince frowned and said, ”Since you have no news of the princess, then I suppose you bring me news of the Desolate Crow Clan's leader and elders' submission?”
”That… is also not why this servant is here, Your Highness. Please forgive this servant for not meeting your expectation,” the servant bowed and pleaded for forgiveness.
The Desolate Netherbird Second Prince's frown deepened before he finally turned around and gazed at the servant with great scrutiny before asking with irritation, ”Then what the hell are you here for?”
”The Desolate Crow Clan's leader and elders have been tortured and starved for days. If we don't feed them and let them replenish their energy, I'm afraid that they will all die, Your Highness.”
”Hmph! If they had just submitted to me, would we have to go through such troubles?” the Desolate Netherbird Second Prince snorted with frustration before he barked, ”Let them continue to starve! I don't believe that these people will remain stubborn forever when they are on the brink of death!”
”Your Highness, please rethink your decision!” the servant quickly pleaded before shouting, ”The Desolate Crow Clan's leader and elders are already too weak to even move! They need some supplements or treatment now!”
”You've been disagreeing with me since the start and have not done a single thing that is useful for me. I don't need an advisor like you!” the Desolate Netherbird Second Prince stated coldly before he barked outside, ”Men, drag this person out and behead him!”
”Your Highness! Have mercy!” the advisor was shocked badly by the Desolate Netherbird Second Prince's ruthlessness.
Nothing was more frustrating than providing suggestions that the Desolate Netherbird Second Prince never takes seriously nor follows, rendering his job worthless.