Chapter 655: Not A Tool For Politics (2/2)
”At the very least, we have more Battle Kings on our side,” Chief Valencia stated coolly.
Lord Warmog's expression shortly turned gloomy before he said, ”It's true that with the combined forces of the Seven Tribes Alliance, you will have more Battle Kings than my Black Warbear Tribe. But only my Black Warbear Tribe.”
”We still have the strength of ten other tribes under our ruling!” Lord Warmog stated coldly before adding, ”Not to mention, Battle Kings are the Infertile Plains' core strength in defending against the demons!”
”I didn't know that the Seven Tribes Alliance is so desperate for fame and glory that they are willing to sacrifice their ancestors' time for it. The defenders of the south are only this much, huh?” Warlak commented loudly for Chief Valencia and the others to hear.
”Even the four ruling tribes of Central Region still show some restraint when competing for hegemony,” Warlak mentioned before criticizing the Seven Tribes Alliance, ”You people are going to cause unnecessary bloodshed and lose for the Infertile Plains!”
”We have to unite quickly while preserving our strength, so we can overcome any resistance during our migration into a more prosperous land! Unfortunately, however, it seems like the Seven Tribes Alliance doesn't care about the bigger picture!”
As Warlak spoke, Lord Warmog frowned but chose to remain silent without interrupting him.
They had to make the Seven Tribes Alliance understand that the utilization of Battle Kings does not benefit anyone and that they were not worthy enough to join the competition with their pitiful amount of Battle Masters.
Nevertheless, Leon continued to listen to the two sides exchanged a battle of words back and forth about which tribe was more worthy.
From the start, the so-called Hegemon position was only being treated as a figurehead by the Black Warbear Tribe while the real power still rests with them—that is, if he was to follow them back to their tribe.
Suddenly, Leon burst into a fit of laughter raucously and maniacally, quickly attracting everyone's attention before Lord Warmog and the other Black Warbear Tribe's Battle Master begin to frown with displeasure.
”What's so funny?”
Lord Warmog asked in a deep and threatening tone with furrowed brows while exerting the pressure of his aura.
Leon's laugh abruptly stopped after drawing their attention onto himself before his body rose into the air and floated forward.
”If I was going to be crowned Hegemon, you all need to understand that you will be serving me and not whichever tribe that wants to represent me!” Leon stated clearly.
”Go back and tell your chief that the Divine Doctor isn't someone that can be used as a tool for politics but someone with real power and should not be trifled with. If the Black Warbear Tribe wish to serve me, then show some sincerity.”
Leon hovered in the air with a calm and collected countenance as he gazed down on Lord Warmog and the other Battle Masters indifferently.
”Are you threatening us?!” Warlak quickly barked in retaliation, ”How the hell do you think you are to look down on us?!”
”You still don't know?” Leon shifted his gaze to Warlak and said coolly, ”I suppose you are just a muscle brain. Even though your group was looking for me, you still fail to believe it.”