Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 1411 - 737 Half-Ogre Troll

Chapter 1411: Chapter 737 Half-Ogre Troll

"He truly deserves to die, daring to attempt to disrupt our alliance."

"Blood Claw General, calm down. Since we came to this meeting, it indicates we are here with sincerity. This kind of mutually destructive approach is not beneficial to either of us."

"If there’s anything, we can sit down and talk slowly, there’s no need to fight."

"Calm down, calm down, everyone calm down, let’s not ruin our major plans over an irrelevant outsider."

The Chieftain Leaders of the Giant Plains immediately made a 180-degree turn in attitude, no longer as resolute and fierce as earlier, instead continuously advising Blood Claw to stay calm and not make foolish decisions that would harm both sides.

"I want to reiterate one thing: the Conqueror Path must not be disrupted, the relationship between myself and the Conqueror must not be disturbed. Whoever attempts to do so will be making an enemy of me, and I will spare no cost in killing them."

Blood Claw spoke firmly, "Everyone traveling on the Conqueror Path, whether they are humans, gnolls, or other races, are under the protection of Blood Gorge City. If anyone commits violence and plunder here, no matter which tribe they belong to, even if they escape to the ends of the earth, I will make them pay a blood price.

This is the premise of our alliance this time.

Those who agree, stay and continue talking.

Those who disagree, you may leave now, I guarantee you will not be attacked."

The Chieftain Leaders of the Giant Plains looked at each other again, none of them stood up to leave. The previous execution of the Jackalwere leader quietly reminded them that whoever leaves this assembly, would be putting their and their tribe’s fate into the hands of a pack of jackals, who might turn around and reach an agreement to divide up those tribes who did not attend the conference.

But this condition itself was full of areas open for discussion.

The bloody precedent was here, hence they dared not easily raise objections and could only focus their eyes on Wuerkrna, the Leader of the Beast Demon Tribe.

Becoming a leader of all tribes requires paying a price, sometimes taking the lead when necessary, and now was just such a time.

"There’s a problem with your condition, if the enemy of our tribe escapes onto the Conqueror Path, we can only watch without retaliating?" Wuerkrna said while greedily stuffing food into his mouth, raising an objection.

This time Blood Claw did not erupt in violence, but replied: "If such a situation truly arises, you can submit to Blood Gorge City for arbitration. If your situation is confirmed to be true, we will not only not provide them shelter, we will resolutely stand with the tribe to collectively combat them, designating them as enemies of the entire Giant Plains."

His main goal was to establish the Conqueror Path as a neutral zone rather than a sanctuary; he certainly did not want to end up paying for reckless adventure teams.

"That’s more like it." Wuerkrna slightly slowed down his eating pace, "Since you initiated this assembly, show us something substantial, don’t treat us like fools and exploit us. If really pushed, even if we face extinction, your days won’t be any better."

"Since Chieftain Wuerkrna said so, I can’t not show any indication."

Blood Claw took the opportunity to reveal his true intent for the assembly: "The issue of tribute I mentioned, not necessarily needing to be borne by yourselves.

I invited only eighteen tribes for this alliance, now there are seventeen left, apart from these participating tribes being under protection, the rest of those who did not join the alliance are not.

Rather than letting them continue wasting resources on the plains, it would be better to merge them into our major tribes directly.

I’ve already calculated, after annexing those tribes, even if you allocate tribute based on livestock number per person, there will still be a considerable surplus."

As Blood Claw finished speaking, there was a gasp of surprise among the alliance.

This move was indeed too sinister.

Blood Gorge City wasn’t about stopping the war, it was fundamentally preparing to stir up an even bigger conflict in the Giant Plains to guide a major reshuffle in power here.

But this time, at the forefront were other Monster Tribes, while Blood Gorge City stayed behind to reap the benefits.

However, they had no way to refuse such a proposition.

Because these attending tribal Chieftain Leaders were clearly hand-picked meticulously by Blood Gorge City, scattered throughout the entire Giant Plains, making it difficult for them to conflict with each other in the short term.

If they refused, Blood Gorge City could turn around and extend an olive branch to the surrounding tribes to unite and wipe out their own tribe.

The surrounding tribes may not be able to resist the temptation.

Ultimately, it’s about choosing whether to become the Hunter or the Prey?

This choice is not hard to make.

Although everyone knows, doing so is like drinking poison to quench thirst.

When Blood Gorge City uses their hands to eradicate the various scattered tribes in the Giant Plains, the next step would be to target them, possibly even replicating the current approach, perhaps reducing the alliance members from eighteen to eight or five.

In the end, though Blood Gorge City will face strengthened enemies throughout this process, they will have extracted more blood and nutrients from it to fortify themselves, as ultimately they exerted the least effort while enjoying the juiciest portion.