Chapter 507 (2/2)

Before he lost connection with his ants, he had a vision of a ball of flames. Although it was faint, there was a horn in the flames. At the time, he did not know what it was. Though he had his guesses, he wasn’t sure. Now, he could confirm what that was.

Flaming Horn!

This time, before the rat’s consciousness faded, he ‘saw’ the ball of flame once again. This time, it was much clearer than before. He even saw double horns in the fire- Flaming Horn’s totem! The person who killed his rat was a Flaming Horn tribesman!

It’s always Flaming Horn!

Flaming Horn was a bad omen!

When Chief Feiji heard this, he exploded into a string of curses. Of course, he didn’t blame the shaman, he was cursing the Flaming Horns. Privately, he called the shaman a ‘useless idiot' in his heart.

Two years ago, this young shaman had been extremely arrogant when he returned from the desert. He always thought he was a powerful shaman, not taking the chief seriously. After that, the war happened. Since Fei Ji was in charge here, he humbled a little.

Just as the shaman panted and Fei Ji cursed, everyone in the room was standing with their heads lowered. These were fierce warriors, yet now they looked like children, deeply afraid of attracting Fei Ji’s attention.

When he finished, they looked up slightly to talk about the battle. They were all minor hunt leaders and above, usually participating in battles. If they were robbing a small tribe, they would all compete to snatch battle spoils, any slower and they would get nothing. Yet this time, they had no confidence in the battle at all. They never thought that Flaming Horn would declare war in their lifetime! It was a headache.

There was one lesson learned -- the ones who take must also give back.

“What about the slave masters?” Fei Ji looked at the shaman.

After a while, he had finally caught his breath. The shaman thought for a moment, “I don’t think it’s going well.”

Fei Ji slammed a wooden table violently into the ground. It broke.

“That bunch of…” Fei Ji was about to curse but decided against it. What if there were spies working for the slave masters listening?

Fei Ji breathed laboriously as he grew angrier.

“Are we… really going to fight? I heard… the Flaming Horns are quite strong…” stuttered a minor leader. He had been promoted after one of their raids last year. He was green compared to the other more experienced leaders. He didn’t know there were some things he shouldn’t say.

Just as he finished speaking, his vision blurred as a force of fury shot towards him.

Not even giving him a chance to beg for forgiveness, Fei Ji’s shadow appeared in front of the minor leader. He lifted his arms, muscles swelling with hidden power, and his fist flew like a cannonball. Like an attacking cobra, it was a fatal hit.

The fist smashed heavily into the minor leader’s chest. The shear force and impact of the fist caused his back to explode open, flesh and blood sprayed out of his back.

When he retracted his fist, Fei Ji was holding a fistful of pulp. It was a heart.

The minor leader did not live to see the hole in his chest. He collapsed, the look of fear frozen on his face.

Everyone in the room had already expected this, not taking a second look. They just shuddered and looked down silently.

The air was even more tense now, filled with the heavy smell of blood.

Fei Ji wrung off the pulp and blood in his hand. Not even looking at the body, in a low voice, he said, “Do you think we, Wanshi, are afraid of Flaming Horn?! They’re nothing to us! If we can destroy their fire pit once, we can destroy it a second time!” This was meant for both his people and himself to hear.

The shaman sat on the thick animal skin wordlessly. When he looked down, disapproval flashed in his eyes. In the past, he had not taken Flaming Horn seriously. Now, there was a growing fear in him, especially after the odd phenomena within the forest, that had worried him. However, he did not think there was anything to fear in terms of life and death. The fire seed in their fire pit had brightened and the flames were larger.

At least the fire seed was here. Then he was safe.

On the other side of the village, the stone houses were built in a different style compared to the rest of the structures without any Wanshi decorations either.

This was where the slave masters lived. When they arrived, they had drawn out a plot for themselves. As for whether the chief agreed… how could he not? Would Wanshi be as strong as they were without the slave masters?

At this moment, several slave masters were in a discussion within a stone house.

An unfurled animal skin scroll was laid before them. The scroll from the spear.

“So, have you all made your decision?” asked an older slave master.

“What’s there to think about? This is obviously not a good time to force a fight,” said a young slave master, lying lazily on a chair. Although he did not look old, there was a hint of power in his voice. This meant that he was ranked high in the desert. There was the Sky Wheel City’s sigil on his clothing.

A chubbier slave master next to him was holding a female slave in his arms. He quickly added, “Yes, yes, it’s not a good time for war. If Wanshi wants to fight, they can do whatever they want. We don’t have to lift a finger. Plus, Flaming Horns hate only Wanshi. The scroll implies that Flaming Horn doesn’t actually want to fight us either.”

There was a flurry of facial expressions in the room as glances were exchanged to probe each other’s thoughts. No one wanted to reveal their own. The young master of White Stone City swept his gaze across the room. He seemed to be thinking about something, frowning, but then his face brightened, then he secretly cursed. The longer this discussion dragged, the worse his situation would be. He was one of the very few who actually supported Wanshi. It was too bad he could not persuade them. Just from what the young master of Sky Wheel said, he knew they were deeply divided.

Some people felt that if Wanshi lost, it would be bad news for the slave masters too. Hence, supporting Wanshi was the same as supporting themselves.

However, some people thought Wanshi was slowly getting out of control. Why not let Flaming Horn humble them? Then they’d be easier to control. Some people even secretly hoped that Flaming Horn would extinguish their fire seed. Then they would be able to take in Wanshi warriors as their slaves. Or perhaps they could take in Flaming Horn slaves?

To these slave masters, tribesmen were slaves. Countless slaves. They represented the hope to return to their glory days.

Fight! Fight all you want, it would be best if both suffered losses. Then they could destroy both tribe’s fire seeds and take in everyone as their slaves!

They were quite excited for this.