Chapter 612: Desolate Crow Clans Problem (1/2)
Fenrir howled excitedly as it promised to live up to its new name.
At the same time, it was evidently very satisfied with its new name as it could be observed from the way it waved its four tails wildly.
”Alright, that's enough belly rub for you.” Leon patted the four-tailed silver wolf.
Shortly after, he stated with a serious look, ”Although you have become much stronger after your evolution, you must not forget what I taught you and continue to practice the cultivation technique I imparted.”
”Awrooo!” Fenrir snorted.
”Don't look down on it, Fenrir. It might not seem like much now since you have little success in it, but at the higher level, it will increase your chance of becoming a divine beast, understand? At the very least, it will increase your spirituality and intelligence.”
”Awroof!” Fenrir snorted again, thinking Leon was calling it stupid.
At the same time, it was already drunk on power, having tasted the benefit of evolution. Why the need to cultivate progressively step by step when a single evolution could allow it to take a big leap in power?
”Well, whatever. I am only saying this for your own good.” Leon shrugged before urging Fenrir to follow him, ”Come, let us return to the others.”
”It seems like we could also use a wash after,” Leon added shortly after.
”Awroof!”
Fenrir responded.
Swoosh~!
Leon and Fenrir raced to the black mountain together before they swiftly arrived before the others within a few short moments.
”Seems like we have arrived at the Desolate Crow Clan,” Leon commented with a slight smile after noticing the presence of the beastkin warriors possessing black crow features.
But shortly after noticing the mood was not right, Leon furrowed his brows before asking, ”What's wrong?”
”Lilith's parents were taken away by the Desolate Netherbird Tribe, and if she wanted them back, she must head there—or so the messenger stated according to this person.”
Aria informed him before he shifted his gaze to the person leading the group of beastkin warriors.
”Greetings, Prince Leon,” Jorn greeted before nodding, ”It is as Miss Aria said. The Clan Leader and his wife were taken away by the Desolate Netherbird Prince's subordinates prior to the Cataclysm's arrival.”
”If the Clan Leader and his wife were taken away, then who has been ruling the Desolate Crow Clan until now?” Leon frowned.
His objective question immediately received numerous glances from the ladies as they all turned to Beastkin Warrior Jorn, awaiting his answer.
”This…”
Jorn gave Lilith a careful glance.
He had yet to cover this topic in their previous talk. As such, Lilith and the others would also be hearing who is the current ruler of the Desolate Crow Clan for the first time.
After a short sigh, Jorn explained, ”The current person in control of the Desolate Crow Clan is Lord Bahlzacs, a Mid-Rank 2 Transcendent and a close subordinate of the Desolate Netherbird Prince.”
”The Desolate Crow Clan has not been the same ever since this person arrived and took control of the clan in the Desolate Netherbird Prince's stead.”
”What did you just say, Uncle Jorn?”
Lilith's expression quickly turned gloomy before asking in a low tone mixed with hidden anger, ”Our clan is being ruled by an outsider? Can our Desolate Crow Clan still be regarded as the Desolate Crow Clan if it is ruled by a member of a different race?”
The Desolate Crow Clan belonged to her father!
Although the Desolate Crow Clan and three other clans lived under the sovereignty of the Desolate Netherbird Tribe, they were still vassals that at least retained had their independence and self-governance.
However, now that Desolate Crow Clan was being ruled by a member of the Desolate Netherbird Tribe, it was the same as the Desolate Crow Clan becoming a territorial extension of the Desolate Netherbird Tribe!
”Many of our members also expressed the same opposition to Lord Bahlzacs's ruling. Any of the Elders would have been a better candidate to rule in the Clan Leader's absence than some outsider.”
Beastkin Warrior Jorn nodded.
He could completely understand the Little Princess's frustration and anger.
Shortly after, Jorn shook his head and said with a helpless sigh, ”However, there is nothing we can do. Our people are too weak to oppose the Desolate Netherbird Prince and his subordinates.”
”It seems like this Desolate Netherbird Prince is not just a useless silkpants. I doubt he wanted your hand in marriage simply because he lusted for your beauty, Lilith,” Aria stated with knitted brows.