Chapter 397: Limit (1/2)

The Lyon Savannah of the Vierlin Plains, the Western Continent.

This place where water and plants once blossomed was now a wasteland.

Overhunting had left the spotted bison and horned gazelle-excellent sources of protein that once could be seen everywhere disappeared from sight. Half-eaten corpses had taken their place, with vultures that were once rarely seen due to lack of food now circling around in the air constantly, their numbers and sizes increasing visibly.

Worse, the milder nonhumans who lived for generations at the Lyon Savannah were displaced, whereas the warmongering and barbaric tribes developed with unprecedented progress.

The herbivores’ disappearance also allowed the unbridled growth of weeds, stubbornly turning the old grasslands into a green ocean of waist-high weeds. Even so, there was no life that grasslands ought to have here, because it was a wildland where only insects cries could be heard, adding a sense of desolation to it.

In fact, right now, every bit of air in the Lyon Savannah was swirling with the stench all carnivores had.

And the cause of it all was undoubtedly because of the change of chiefs at the Grayclaw tribe.

Swordtail Grayclaw, who should have no way of claiming the rank of chief had learned sorcery from an unknown source, easily killing all who resisted him in his bribe. The fate of his brother, Zonyan Grayclaw was unknown after he had fallen off a cliff in the duel against Swordtail.

Since the Grayclaw Tribe had been the undisputed king of all nonhuman tribes since ancient times, Swordtail now ruled over the right to live or die for all those tribes when he became chief.

To strengthen his authority, he rampantly recruited and accommodated the warring tribes while exiling, oppressing or enslaving the tribes that could not resist heir power. The diligent management and balance that generations of Grayclaw chiefs had maintained were therefore utterly destroyed, with all nonhuman tribes living near the Vierlin mountains affected seriously.

The oppressed nonhumans wanted to fight back, but Swordtail Grayclaw proved too powerful after he learned that obscure sorcery of his-not even Zonyan Grayclaw was a match for him, let alone the champions of average tribes. At the same time, his recruitment of the vile, warmongering tribes was too strong for the other nonhuman tribes even if they banded together. Not to mention that they were absolutely vulnerable without anyone taking the lead to unite them, and they were forced to endure alone as separate tribes, attempting to surviving from day after day.

But there was a limit to such situations too.

Rangka, the elder of the Long Ears had believed that when the nonhumans reached their limits, they would be forced to unite in resistance as life became unbearable. As such, he was a little hopeful since after the weird humans called Players set up base at his tribe, their lives had improved. The Players seemed to have extraordinary mobility and would not shy away from responsibility as well, and were the best choice to lead the oppressed nonhumans in mounting a resistance!

And they had shown that their ability to fight far surpassed any nonhuman tribe in the battle at the Tigermen’s fortress.

Although Rangka’s limited knowledge certainly did not recognize what terror the Players’ ‘skills’ could be, he had more experience than the average Long-Ear since he had led merchant groups to foreign lands to sell seafood to human nobles. He understood that the Players’ power came from their god (and was also curious why the Players would worship a ball so fervently), and were much stronger compared to the nonhumans who could only gain strength through awakening ancient bloodlines or through prayers to ancestors.