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Chapter 1283 - 1283 228 Puzzling and Confusing

1283: Chapter 228, Puzzling and Confusing 1283: Chapter 228, Puzzling and Confusing As expected and well-prepared, Stark ascended to the Clan Leader’s throne without any surprise.

Unfortunately, due to the manner of the election’s execution, this forceful push for election did not convince all the Minotaurs.

Especially the chieftains of the several large tribes, whose expressions were uglier than the others.

It was simply unbelievable that among the straightforward Minotaurs, there appeared one who engaged in scheming and intrigue…

Dissatisfaction aside, the election was still legal and valid.

The road to unity for the Clan of Minotaurs had taken a significant step forward.

However, whether the new Clan Leader Stark could secure his position would depend on his subsequent performance.

“Chief Stark, today is the auspicious day of your election.

You’ve prepared so thoroughly in advance; surely, you must have insightful visions for the development of our Minotaur Clan!”

Chief Primrose said mockingly with a tone full of insinuation.

Not being able to snatch the position of the Clan Leader was one thing, but being undercut by a rival, who could swallow such a grievance?

The results of the Clan Leader election couldn’t be overturned, but Primrose was the first to disagree with Stark’s secured seat.

Perhaps foreseeing all these, Stark, who was faced with the coup, was not only unfazed but even spoke with a smile: “Today, my election as Clan Leader is due to everyone’s support.

Only after taking this seat did I realize the weight of the responsibility.

The Minotaur Clan has been divided for a long time.

To reintegrate is not something that can be achieved overnight; this requires the joint efforts of us all.

Especially now, as we are carrying out border defense duties, we need everyone to unite wholeheartedly.

The times have changed.

The Alpha Kingdom has risen, and for a while, the Empire does not have overwhelming military power to defeat its enemies.

This means that for a long time to come, we border defense species will not have easy days ahead.

Especially since we are neighbors with the Great Demon King, the slightest carelessness could lead to a catastrophic downfall.

There are far too many precedents.

Almost every major Clan in the Empire has suffered greatly at the hands of the Great Demon King.

Even the powerful Hawkman Royals are now severely weakened, and it will probably take fifty years for them to recover their peak state.

The Bimon Tribe, which had undertaken border defense duties before, is now also heavily battered.

There are even more victims than these.

Facing such an enemy, we must adopt flexible countermeasures.

Unless absolutely necessary, we must not engage directly with the Great Demon King!”

When Stark said “flexible,” he deliberately emphasized his tone.

Clearly, there’s a deeper meaning to “flexibility” here.

All the Minotaur chiefs present were no fools and understood the implications behind Stark’s words immediately.

“Chief Stark, what exactly is your flexible approach?

And how should we explain it to the Empire?”

Primrose continued to press.

If possible, he would love to tear Stark to pieces, but the current situation was exceptional.

No matter how much he disliked the new Chief Stark, he had to acknowledge that the situation depicted by Stark was the reality facing the Minotaur Clan.

If these issues were not properly handled, there would be no point in considering power struggles.

Before anyone knew it, they might just end up meeting the Beast God prematurely.

“Chief Primrose, I believe you understand my meaning, it’s simply following what other border tribes have done before.

As for the Empire, as long as we can stabilize the frontline situation, they should be delighted.

They won’t have time to trouble us!

Even if they did catch us red-handed, at worst, we’ll strike opportunistically against a few vulnerable Human Lords, take a few heads, and settle the account.

However, we must grasp the balance.

The battle must take place within the Empire’s territory; we cannot venture deep into the Kingdom of Alpha.”

Stark said with a calm demeanor.

Without a doubt, the “few heads” he mentioned meant literally taking just a few heads.

To avoid trouble, they even limited the battlefield to within the Empire’s territory.

Just as Primrose was about to object, words got stuck in his throat as he hesitated.

With the strength of the Minotaur Clan, this was undoubtedly the best choice.

To stubbornly clash head-on with the enemy would mean risking the annihilation of their Clan.

…

Black Forest Kingdom, Micia Province.

Inside a gloomy ancient castle, representatives of Cult organizations from across the Continent were gathered, with a sinister aura of blood permeating the air.

“Here’s the freshly extracted Pink Rose, please enjoy!”

As he spoke, the Lord of Darkness lifted the cover in front of him to reveal two beating hearts, alongside a glass filled with crimson liquid.

An immediate divide was evident in the grand hall.

Some of the Cult leaders started eating the hearts with knife and fork, occasionally offering their critique.

To these true Evil Spirits, the hearts and blood of young girls were the finest delicacies.

Other Cult leaders were visibly troubled.

Although they were just as ruthless in killing, they hadn’t fallen to the depths of cannibalism and blood drinking.

“Lord of Darkness, just say what you want to say!

Putting in so much effort to gather us from all over the Continent, it can’t just be for us to sample your Pink Rose, right?”

The Skeleton Holy Master sitting at the lower end spoke irritably.

As part of the Cult camp, everyone had their own methods.

Compared to the infamous Church of Ghosts, the Skeleton Society was as innocent as a white rabbit.

“Ha ha…”

“Old Skeleton, after all these years, you’re still impatient.

I’ve heard from my subordinates that these recent years have been rather tough for the Skeleton Society.