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Chapter 1282 - 1282 227 Clan Leader Election_3

1282: Chapter 227: Clan Leader Election_3 1282: Chapter 227: Clan Leader Election_3 The crack of the whip sent a shiver down the spines of all the Pigg.

What they had initially dismissed nonchalantly now had them aggressively engaged.

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In the Tatum Tribe, a gathering of all the Minotaur Tribe chieftains was assembled to discuss matters crucial to their species.

Since their decline, the Minotaur Clan had fractured into factions, each struggling for survival in the narrow spaces between other clans.

Under normal circumstances, the Minotaur Tribe should have remained divided forever, with no possibility of reunion.

However, fate works in mysterious ways.

First, the chaos of the battle between the two camps laid the foundation for the unification of the Minotaur Tribes, then the border defense mission brought the Minotaur Tribe together again.

The foundation for unification was established!

With the Alpha Kingdom as a formidable enemy at their doorstep, no one within the Orc Empire could prevent the Minotaur Clan from uniting.

The Royal Family and the Empire’s imperial lineage would rather have them unite to block Devil King Hudson’s blade and secure the safety of the prairies.

“The purpose of gathering everyone today is singular: to select a Clan Leader as soon as possible to lead us through these chaotic times.

After years of development, our Minotaur Tribe’s population has surpassed four million.

Once united, our combined strength will be no less than that of a royal household.

Our voice within the Empire will certainly grow stronger.

If played correctly, with our achievement in repelling the Human Race’s invasion, we might even become the Eighth Great Noble Family of the Empire!”

Chief Stark zealously pitched his vision.

Selection for Clan Leader, aside from considering each tribe’s strength, also considers the personal capabilities and reputation of the chieftain.

The Tatum Tribe’s rise from an ordinary tribe to become one of the strongest in the Minotaur Clan is enough to prove Chief Stark’s personal capability.

The only thing Stark lacks now to ascend to the position of Clan Leader is prestige.

This isn’t much of a weak point, though.

Due to the splintering of the species, most Minotaur tribes never interact within their lifetimes, and all chieftain influence is confined to their local domain.

At a time like this, what matters is who can package and promote themselves.

Baiting various tribes to merge demonstrates Stark’s extraordinary ability to bluff and sell dreams.

To seize the initiative, he even lured the chieftains here under the pretense of joint defense, and directly convened an election for Clan Leader.

By the reaction of the crowd, this surprise move caught everyone off guard.

It was still better for the smaller Minotaur Tribe chieftains, as regardless of who came into power, it wouldn’t be their turn.

For the leaders of the few large tribes, their complexions turned grim.

Without any preparation, a Clan Leader election now would be a significant disadvantage.

But from the looks of the scene, it seemed difficult for them to refuse.

Stark had come well-prepared; how could he not have secured allies in advance?

With someone leading the fervor, the atmosphere became heated, as if just by electing a Clan Leader they could instantly join the ranks of the Eight Great Noble Families of the Empire.

“Chief Stark, isn’t it a bit too soon to hold the election for Clan Leader?

Many of the chieftains are meeting for the first time and still do not understand each other.

How about waiting until everyone is more familiar before holding the election?”

Chief Primrose, sitting opposite, was the first to object.

A chieftain who has no aspirations to become a Clan Leader is not a good chieftain.

Stark is interested in the position, and Primrose is no exception.

For a long time, the Archibald Tribe has been called the number one tribe of the Minotaur Clan.

Although the Tatum Tribe has grown quickly, there is still a gap compared to them.

Under normal circumstances, Primrose would have the highest probability of becoming the Clan Leader.

“Chief Primrose, time waits for no one!

Being neighbors with The Demon King, we must remain vigilant at all times.

Perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow, nobody knows when The Demon King might come charging over.

For the safety of our species, we must elect a Clan Leader in the shortest time possible to complete the internal consolidation.

We need to employ flexible strategies to face the onset of The Demon King.

Given the might of the Archibald Tribe, I hereby propose that Chief Primrose take on the role of Clan Leader.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Primrose, who was ready to object, hastily swallowed his response.

If he could become Clan Leader, naturally, the sooner, the better.

His gaze at Stark softened in an instant.

But it was proved that he had thought too much.

How could the stage that others had painstakingly set up be for his benefit?

The moment Primrose nodded his agreement, voices immediately arose:

“I propose Chief Hulentes for Clan Leader!”

“I propose Chief Stark for Clan Leader!”

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In the blink of an eye, all the chieftains of the major tribes had been nominated by their subordinates at least once.

Even if the chieftains cursed inwardly, their subordinates wouldn’t understand.

They only knew this was a chance to prove their loyalty.

Whether or not their leader could rise to the top, it was definitely not wrong for the subordinates to come out and display their allegiance.

The rush of everyone to perform immediately turned this sudden election for Clan Leader into a “popular demand.”

Realizing something was amiss, but in front of all the chieftains, Primrose had no way to retract what he had just agreed upon.

If labeled “untrustworthy,” he would really have no chance.

Despite knowing he had been schemed against, Primrose couldn’t voice his explanation.

Even if he told the truth, no one would believe him.

From what had just happened, today’s election appeared to be the result of a collusion between him and Stark.

“Guards, bring forth the voting plaques.”

“My fellow Chieftains, these differently colored voting plaques have been designed according to tribe sizes.

Small tribes’ plaques represent one vote, medium tribes represent three votes, and large tribes represent ten votes.

To avoid affecting unity, you can simply write the name of the Clan Leader on it and place it in a closed box.

The one with the most votes will be the new Clan Leader of our Minotaur Tribe.

Let the election process be closely monitored by everyone!”

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