Chapter 253: Make Mountain Tigers Great Again (1/2)

The Mountain Tigers’ settlement at the Vierlin Plains.

The current chief of the Mountain Tigers was Taiga Roar.

He was of ordinary nonhuman bloodline, having no special ability like Hyaena, King of the Hyena-men-but the Mountain Tigers tribe would all defer to his rule and control.

In return, Taiga had certainly proved through his actions that their confidence was not misplaced, with the tribe doubling in population over a brief dozen years.

Moreover, he had both money and power which he spent to learn domesticating livestock and plantation, providing their tribe with sufficient-even excess food despite the doubling of the size of the tribe.

Afterward, he would summon his fellow tribesmen to train during fixed hours every single day. With years of persistent and unyielding diligence, their physical form improved to the next level, making them even more of a threat even though they were already ranked amongst the top few of nonhumans!

If not for the appearance of an irregular being in Swordtail Grayclaw who in turn elevated the Grayclaw tribe far above all other nonhumans, it would have been the Mountain Tigers calling the shots over the Vierlin Plains and not the Grayclaws.

However, the tribe also thought that Taiga’s behavior had become unusual recently.

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It all began half a month ago when they were opening lands for farming as usual, when some of the Mountain Tigers had uncovered the major portion of a tomb beneath ground.

There was no telling who owned the tomb-it appeared to have been raided before as well, with various symbolical funerary items that should have been placed around the entombed gone. Moreover, the tomb itself used to be quite profound solely by the looks of what was left of it, and the funerary items innumerable, although what was left now were merely withered skeletons.

Still, the skeletons were very complete and didn’t seem to be disturbed, and must have been buried alive with the tomb’s owner after being knocked unconscious and then suffocated.

And what all those skeletons surrounded was a single stone coffin.

There were many scratches over the coffin. The grave robbers before must have tried very hard to open it to steal whatever funerary items that were inside.

But it was clear that they didn’t succeed since the coffin was still tightly shut.

In addition, some of the tribesmen noticed that the skeletons lying around were clearly different from those buried together with the tomb owner.

Could the grave robbers have activated some trap and couldn’t leave the tomb?

Be that as it may, Taiga still attempted to have his tribesmen open the stone coffin-which failed as well. The lid of the coffin was like a single rock, it wouldn’t open no matter how they would try to pry it open.

Trying to smash it apart didn’t work either. They had tried everything from rock to war hammer, but the stone simply stayed unaffected no matter how hard they tried to strike it.

At first, Taiga had given up and had no intention to keep fussing over the stone coffin. He ordered his tribesmen to carry it away so that it wouldn’t remain there and keep affecting their crops.

But days later, the coffin opened by itself.