Chapter 398: The Curly-Horns Tribe (2/2)

“I didn’t imagine that you would be this understanding that you would agree to the alliance so easily, chief of the Curly-Horns.” Rangka’s apprehensiveness was alleviated considerably. “With your leadership, I’m sure the friendship of our tribes would last a long time!”

“Perhaps you believe that we are cowards, Mister Rangka.” The chief of the Curly-Horns tribe sighed.

“No way. I hold absolute respect for you!” Rangka said, tapping his chest.

That was when he realized that it was a rather crude and impolite gesture on his part, and couldn’t help muttering inwardly that he was infected by the rugged and bold manners of the Players…

“We’ve sent someone to issue a strong protest with the Grayclaw tribe.”

The Curly-Horns chief, however, paid that indiscretion no heed. Seated at the main chair, there was an ugly look on his face as he told Rangka, “But this morning, only that clansman’s incomplete corpse was returned to us!”

“Wha…” Rangka was stunned.

“The Grayclaw tribesman who brought the corpse to us claimed that they had run into some beasts on the way, but the bite marks clearly were not from ordinary beasts!” The Curly-Horns chief snorted. “Moreover, every beast in the Vierlin Plains was probably eaten by the meat-eating nonhumans… if they could still be called that!”

“That’s really…” Rangka racked his brains, but was unable to find a word for the unrestrained behavior of those nonhumans, and could only shake his head. “So horrible.”

No wonder the Curly-Horns would agree to the alliance so easily—their entire tribe had long since become unhinged with a member of their tribe being eaten, and twice at that.

“In a few days, I would move our tribe so that we could be as close to the Long-Ears tribe as possible. I hope you could inform your chief about that, Mister Rangka, so that your tribe could accommodate us.”

The Curly-Horns’ chief sighed again-it was upsetting to leave your home, but it was still better than being wiped out.“Understood. I shall leave right now.”

Rangka did not hesitate. He shared the Curly-Horns’ horrific experience, since he too almost had his entire tribe being wiped out by the meat-eating nonhumans, and would not complain even if would have to work hard a little.

“Oh, before that, could you bring along Woolsprout, my youngest daughter? You may just consider her a hostage.” The Curly-Horns’ chief suddenly said.

Rangka and Laybit shared a glance.

While they did not expect the Curly-Horns’ chief to share their intentions, there was also a change in perspective: instead of calling the chief’s daughter a hostage, bringing her along was more like protecting her now.

Even though the Long-Ears were good at sprinting and moved quickly despite having problems with their stamina, they would definitely move a lot slower if they had a Sheeple with them.

Rangka was about to refuse, only for Laybit to answer before he could.

“No problem. Leave it to us!”