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Chapter 1274 - 1274 225 Battle of the Dragon

1274: Chapter 225: Battle of the Dragon 1274: Chapter 225: Battle of the Dragon “Glaem, you have been in the Tatum Tribe for some time now, how have we treated you?”

Chief Stark’s cordial inquiry startled Glaem.

Answering this question truthfully would be a sure way to seal his fate.

The slave leader is still a slave; apart from ordering others around, his treatment is only slightly better than that of an ordinary Pigg.

As for status, there’s even less to say.

A slave has no status to speak of, any Minotaur within the tribe can beat and kick him at will.

If it weren’t for the inheritance he received that improved his resilience to beatings, whether he could have survived until now would be a question mark.

“Chieftain, the tribe has shown me kindness as vast as the Mountains of Ula!

Without the tribe’s refuge, Glaem doesn’t even know where he would have died.

After coming to the tribe, I was even promoted to manager, a life Glaem never dared to dream of before!”

Glaem knelt on the ground, tearfully grateful.

He hadn’t yet had the chance to improve his strength, but his skills in performance had reached perfection.

The effect was also very apparent; Chief Stark appreciated those who understood the times.

“Good, since you have this awareness, I will give you a good assignment.

Take your clansmen, settle in the land east of the Cursed Land, and guard the frontier for the Empire.

From now on, you, Glaem, are the regiment commander of the Imperial Border Army’s Pigg Legion, and also the new chieftain of this Pigg Tribe!”

As soon as Chief Stark finished speaking, Glaem was so overwhelmed with tears that he couldn’t even speak.

Gratitude, that was just nonsense.

Becoming the tribal chieftain was definitely a good thing, but it also depended on where the stationing would be.

Anyone with a bit of military knowledge knows how miserable it is to be stationed east of the Cursed Land and be neighbors with Master Hudson.

The task fell to Glaem predominantly because after numerous meetings among the Minotaur Tribe, no tribe was willing to take on this heavy responsibility.

Having no choice, it was finally decided by drawing lots, and unluckily, Chief Stark was chosen.

Being neighbors with Master Hudson was an inescapable fate.

After much hesitation, Chief Stark eventually decided to make another effort to struggle.

He arranged to have the vassal races take the front as a strategic buffer, so in case of bad situations, he could still sacrifice his allies to block the first strike.

It wasn’t easy for Minotaurs to accumulate wealth, and for the Tatum Tribe to have made it this far was a miracle; Chief Stark was not willing to gamble all his hard-earned wealth on this.

No choice, even though the Tatum Tribe boasted a hundred thousand tribespeople and could mobilize two fully-staffed legions, being one of the strongest forces among the Minotaur Tribe, getting involved in the conflicts between the Human Race and the Orc Species, they could only end up as cannon fodder.

Especially since the neighbor was the Great Demon King Hudson, a simple military conflict could end up crippling them.

The Bimon Tribe is an example; having done nothing wrong, they recently received a bewildering beatdown.

“Chieftain, my abilities are limited, I fear I am inadequate for such a heavy responsibility!”

Glaem said with a face full of dread.

Guarding the frontier ten years ago was a coveted job that only the Five Royal Clans could vie for, other Orc Species at most came to do hard labor.

The current “guarding of the borders” literally means adding blood to a knife edge.

Looking at the situation in recent years, no Orc tribe near the Kingdom of Alpha has returned unscathed.

Those who run fast suffer great vitality losses, and those who react are wiped out entirely.

Particularly after the great plains battle, the obliterated Orc tribes are not few.

So many powerful races cannot withstand it, letting him take a bunch of Piggs there would simply be delivering victories to the enemy.

Glaem, although wanting to earn his freedom and flee, found that the destination this time was clearly not suitable for escaping.

East has the Minotaurs watching, west is the Cursed Land, south is the sea and north is Snow Moon Lake.

“Rest assured, the Human Race is picky with food, they won’t eat your flesh.

With the Cursed Land in-between, as long as you don’t court death after going there, it’s estimated that the Great Demon King won’t even notice you.

As a vassal tribe of the Tatum Tribe, you only need to provide us with a thousand horses, ten thousand sheep, and five thousand tons of fodder each year.

The initial supplies for the tribe, I will lend to you.

The interest rate will be set at three percent, and if you cannot pay it back, you can repay with Piggs!”

Chief Stark’s boldness failed to move Glaem, what he felt was unlimited despair.

The border guarding task was already miserable, and to bear such heavy taxation was simply unbearable for the Piggs.

Glaem had no capital to refuse.

If he did not do this task, other Piggs would rush to do it.

The quality of the entire Pigg tribe might not be high, but with such numbers, some smart ones were bound to arise.

Glaem, who had gone through trials in his dreams and reacted quickly, ran to the Minotaurs at the first opportunity, securing his current treatment.

“Thank you for your trust, Chieftain, I will do my utmost to complete the task!”

No matter if the task could be completed or not, Glaem chose to agree for the moment.

Surviving the current ordeal was the only way to have a future.

…

Similar scenes were occurring in many other major tribes.

Those who drew lots to be neighbors with Hudson chose to have their vassal tribes bear the brunt.

The weaker the battle capacity of the tribe, the closer they were placed to the frontline, and they were strictly forbidden to enter the Cursed Land.

“Showing weakness to the enemy” was also an act of desperation.

Being underestimated by the enemy was always better than being feared.