Prime Originator

Although Chief Ingi-Bor's suggestion wasn't good, it was better than nothing. Even so, many people had other opinions on the matter.

The snowy north was a land of death; everyone knew that.

It didn't make sense for them to seek life from a land of death now, of all times. Countless expeditions to explore the snowy north had always failed. The outer rims could still be reached, but any deeper was untouchable.

Anyone who had ever ventured deeper than the outer rims never returned.

"What I mentioned was only one of the reasons. We might not need to surrender to the far-northern races to survive. As long as we can find a new Celestial Water Spark to support the Infertile Plains, we can still return to this land," Chief Ingi-Bor stated.

His words finally resonated with some warriors within the longhouse.

"That's right! We just need to find a new Celestial Water Spark! Since it could be done in the past, it could be done again!"

"Are you being serious, Chief Hafregus? We have neither a Battle God nor a Shaman God, let alone one who is both. How do you propose we replicate the same feat when we are lacking? The snowy north is a land of death. Everyone knows that. I am not gambling my entire tribe's survival on a mere maybe."

"Then do you have a better idea than Chief Ingi-Bor, Chief Hor-Kuf?"

"In any case, I will not agree to Chief Ingi-Bor's idea. I would rather take my chances in the Western Jungle with my tribesmen," Chief Hor-Kuf firmly stated with stubbornness.

He would not budge on this matter.

"The Western Jungle, huh? Indeed, that is an option," Alliance Leader Hasaar-li acknowledged before shaking his head. "However, that option is not much different from the snowy north."

"If anyone could live in the Western Jungle, why would people stay in the Infertile Plains? The Golden Suanni Clan rules the fertile Western Jungle and does not look at our kind favorably. They detest the dark energy in our bodies."

"For that reason, the Golden Suannis wouldn't want to eat us. However, they would definitely kill us to prevent us from polluting their fertile land if we trespassed into their territory with so many people."

"Perhaps Chief Hor-Kuf has a different opinion on the Western Jungle? Would you mind sharing your wisdom, Chief Hor-Kuf?" Alliance Leader Hasaar-li requested.

"If the Alliance Leader asks, who am I to reject?" Chief Hor-Kuf replied compliantly before admitting, "What Alliance Leader said earlier are undeniable truths about the Western Jungle."

"However, if we don't even try to negotiate with the Golden Suanni Clan, how will we know for sure if they will turn us away from their territory or try to kill us? If I could live in the Western Jungle, I would choose it over the Frost Mountains any day. Humans weren't born to live in such brutal cold environments."

"No matter how you look at it, the Western Jungle is the most suitable place for us to live if we can make peace with the Golden Suanni Clan. For that purpose, I believe our answer lies with the Western Region's Golden Suanni Tribe," Chief Hor-Kuf mentioned.

"Western Region's Golden Suanni Tribe?" Multiple tribal chiefs exclaimed with surprise.

"That's right, the Western Region's Golden Suanni Tribe holds the key to the Western Jungle. They share some relationships with the Golden Suanni Clan and even take after their name," Chief Hor-Kuf stated.

"As such, if there's anyone who could negotiate with the Golden Suanni Clan, it would be the Golden Suanni Tribe. For that matter, we must improve our relationship with the Golden Suanni Tribe or even win them over."

"Alas, I don't see what we have that could appeal to them," Chief Hor-Kuf sighed regrettably before seeking the gathered chiefs' opinions, "I wonder if anyone here has a good idea?"

Unfortunately, the noises in the longhouse quickly died, and silence filled the air. The crackling firewood and breathing of burly men seemed especially loud as everyone contemplated.

Bang!

The main entrance to the longhouse was suddenly pushed open as a young warrior cloaked in heavy grey fur pelts entered.

But at the same time, a strong gust of icy cold wind rushed inside the longhouse, freezing everyone and everything in its path. The warmth within the longhouse was suddenly stripped away in an instant.

Frost glazed over the floor, and warm drinks turned cold. Numerous balls also shriveled up.

"Ack! Shut 'er door, ya Scally Wank'er!" an Early-rank Battle Master cursed, followed by several dozens more.

After the main doors were shut tight and the fireplaces slowly restored the warmth within the longhouse, the curses directed at the young warrior also died down.

"What's the matter?" Alliance Leader Hasaar-li inquired, recognizing the young warrior as one of the High-rank Great Warriors on sentry duties.

"I-It's Chief Silvertooth! Chief Silvertooth is here, Alliance Leader!" the young High-rank Great Warrior reported.

"What!" Alliance Leader Hasaar-li exclaimed with a startled look.

At the same time, the other northern tribal chiefs also jumped to their feet in alarm, immediately reaching for their weapons, thinking war was imminent.

After all, the Chief Silvertooth's Mighty Whitewolf Tribe occupied the northernmost area of the Central Region, neighboring their Northern Region. As such, no one in the Northern Region would be surprised if the Mighty Whitewolf Tribe wanted to swallow them to bolster its chances in the battle for hegemony.

"How many warriors did he bring with him?! Did you scout their numbers and strength?" Alliance Leader Hasaar-li solemnly demanded.

However, the young High-rank Great Warrior quickly shook his head and replied, "There is no one else, Alliance Leader! Chief Silvertooth only with a single beast! Except…"

"Except what? Quickly spill it!" Chief Ingi-Bor barked.

"Except that it's a Paragon-level Golden Suanni! Chief Silvertooth came with a Paragon-level Golden Suanni, Chief Ingi-Bor! Its Paragon-level aura can't be mistaken!" the young High-rank Great Warrior stated.

Everyone's mind immediately went blank with confusion and doubts as they failed to process the situation.

If there's no mistake about the Paragon-level Golden Suanni, then was there a mistake with the person? How could the Mighty Whitewolf Tribe's Chief Silvertooth be under the company of a Golden Suanni?

"Are you sure it was the Mighty Whitewolf Tribe's Chief Silvertooth and not the Western Region's Chief Sur-Khan?"

"I'm positive! Please don't doubt my words, Alliance Leader! It's better if you see for yourself. I don't think Chief Silvertooth is here to fight."

"Alright," Alliance Leader Hasaar-li nodded with a frown before urging the western tribal chiefs to follow him out, "Let us see what Chief Silvertooth wants from us. Perhaps we will also be able to make sense of why he is in the company of Golden Suanni."

"Understood, Alliance Leader," the western tribal chiefs agreed.

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