Chapter 589: Orthars Story (2/2)

Orthar had chosen a different path to Gravis. Back then, Gravis had let his Tribe attack anything wildly, while Orthar kept everything under control and only attacked appropriate enemies.

There were a lot more difficult situations and complicated wars that Orthar told Gravis about. With Orthar's knowledge about advanced warfare, he was winning every war. Yet, there was something that Gravis was a bit confused about.

”Why did you decide to win the battle instead of tempering your members?” Gravis asked.

”Their Battle-Strength doesn't concern me,” Orthar answered. ”The Tribe was a tool to increase my own power. The numbers and Realm of my servants took higher priority to their Battle-Strength.”

Gravis lifted an eyebrow. ”There surely have been members that realized that you were basically forcing them into mediocrity. Inexperienced beasts don't know the negative effect that only fighting against weak opponents has. Yet, your Tribe should have been already powerful enough that a significant number of beasts should have realized that.”

”Every member that realized the danger was sent on a suicide mission or was disposed of discreetly,” Orthar answered evenly.

Gravis blinked a couple of times. ”Including the previous members of the River Tribe?” he asked.

”I killed all previous members of the River Tribe before I even met the association,” Orthar answered directly.

Gravis took a deep breath and released it. ”Why?”

”I had had this plan before I even reached the ocean, and they were a danger to my plan. Dangers must be dealt with immediately,” Orthar said.

Gravis looked at the sky. He still remembered a lot of members from the River Tribe. He hadn't been very close to them, but such an end was truly sad. Yet, Gravis also remembered that Orthar had always been like this.

Orthar had only cared about his own power and used every means necessary to achieve it. One could say that the previous members of the River Tribe that had trusted him had never had a future as soon as they followed him.

Gravis was not a fan of sacrificing comrades for his power at all. He had always given the River Tribe the freedom to choose their opponents and to become powerful.

In comparison, Orthar was a cold and logical machine. Yet, Gravis still considered him a friend, even if he disagreed wholeheartedly with Orthar's morals and ideals.

”So, what happened then?” Gravis asked, but his interest had been dampened by Orthar's display of ruthlessness.

”One year later, a level one King appeared to deal with the Tribe. I couldn't flee, so I was forced to risk everything. This had been the most perilous fight in my life, and I only managed to win after understanding a third level one Law.”

”After consuming the corpse, I realized that my evolution didn't happen. This corpse should have been more than enough for me to become a King, but my evolution just didn't occur.”

”The mandatory procreation,” Gravis interjected.

”Correct. I hadn't come in contact with Kings before, which was why I didn't know about it. The inability to become a level one King forced me to re-evaluate my plan. So, I fled my Tribe and left it to die.”

”Yet, two weeks later, a level three King found me. That's when my whole life changed.”