419 Clearwater Tribes Movements (1/2)
Half an hour earlier, Leon and the others returned to the palace from the underground water supply cavern before Chief Valencia went and used the long-distance voice-transmission pillar to connect with the other tribes in the alliance.
After Chief Valencia waited some time for the other tribes to respond to her summit call, she headed back to the Great Hall, where Leon and the other two waited for her return to continue their discussion.
”When's the summit decided?” Asked Master Woodrow while seated on the left side's first seat. Leon sat beside him while Darlene stood behind him after going against his wish for her to sit on the other empty seat beside him.
”Seven days later. It should be ample time for them to finish off any unsettled businesses in their tribe and arrive for the summit. Only if they are coming, that is.” Chief Valencia said.
”If they are coming?” Master Woodrow raised an eyebrow and asked, ”Something like the Celestial Water Spark drying concerns everyone's fate. Did you not mention this to them?”
Chief Valencia shook her head.
”It's too bothersome to explain such a crucial yet sensitive topic to each tribe one by one, not to mention they might not believe it. I would only be wasting my time, in that case. It would be more convincing to get the spy to the secrets before inserting our own assumption.”
”True. We, ourselves, did not believe it at first when Little Brother Leonhardt mentioned it. It was only after listening to his reasoning and thoughts that we became more convinced of such a possibility.”
Master Woodrow rubbed his chin before asking, ”How many ended up responding to it?”
”Only five. The Crimsonfog Tribe, the Fallen Star Tribe, and the Cold Raven Tribe will attend the summit. The Berserk Dragon Tribe and the Night Wing said they will think about it. There is no need to mention the Blackwind Tribe. However, the last tribe, the Clearwater Tribe, did not give any response.” Chief Valencia said.
Leon was not familiar with the seven tribes of the alliance; thus, he listened quietly to Chief Valencia and Master Woodrow converse.
”The Clearwater Tribe didn't? That's concerning. If I recall correctly, they were also situated quite close to the Black Swamp… Don't tell me something also happened to them like the Blackwind Tribe?” Master Woodrow asked with surprise.
Chief Valencia's expression furrowed slightly in thought before saying, ”That shouldn't be the case. Unless something also happened to their Battle King Ancestors, the Clearwater Tribe would not fall that easy. Perhaps the Clearwater Tribe's chief is busy or away from the tribe—?”
”Speaking of which, the Crimsonfog Tribe's chief also did not respond. It was the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman from their tribe that responded in his stead. Seems like something also happened to Chief Baskara and their tribe.”
Chief Valencia was confused by this statement.
”Why is that a surprise to you, Venerable Shaman Woodrow? Is there something about the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman that I do not know about? I do know that he is the Crimsonfog Tribe's best weaponsmith, but this shouldn't be it…”
”Hahaha, it's not strange that you do know not much about the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman's history. You were still a toddler when he was making waves in the territory of the Seven Tribes Alliance.” Master Woodrow chuckled slightly.
”Before he shattered his core and awakened his Shaman powers, becoming a master weaponsmith thereafter. He was an Extremity-rank Battle Master with only a thin step away from reaching the legendary Battle King Realm. If he had succeeded, the Crimsonfog Tribe would have welcomed their 4th Battle King and assumed the seven tribes' leadership position. Unfortunately, something happened, causing him to shatter his core early.”
Chief Valencia soft gasp with amazement. Everyone who can achieve the Battle King Realm was a prodigy of their generation. Although the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman failed, it did not hinder her from having admiration and respect for such a figure.
Nevertheless, she was still confused and asks, ”But what's surprising about this person responding to my voice transmission?”
”Well, you see, the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman never assumes any managerial roles in the tribe nor participate in them, like never.” Master Woodrow emphasized the last part.
Leon rubbed his thoughtfully and muttered, ”Someone who never involves themself in the managerial activities went and respond to Chief Valencia's voice transmission in Chief Baskara's stead. One cannot help but what happened in the Crimsonfog Tribe to compel this person to assume the role.”
”Right.”
Both Master Woodrow and Chief Valencia were also curious about what happened there.
After a short moment, Chief Valencia summoned a scout and assigned the person the mission to determine what happened at the Crimsonfog Tribe. It was quite a distance from the Darkmoon Tribe, but the scout accepted gladly without a trace of unwillingly and left.
Not even two breathes after the scout exited the Great Hall, another of warriors entered and greeted with a respectful gesture, ”Chief Valencia.”
”Venerable Shaman Woodrow.”
”Er... Big--Young--Ahem, Divine Doctor Leonhardt.”
They proceeded to greet the other two awkwardly, uncertain of which would be the appropriate form of address. Leon narrowed his eyes and commented, ”Quite the unique title you got for me there.”