Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 326: The Mountain Tribes (6) The Counterattack!

Chapter 326: The Mountain Tribes (6) The Counterattack!

The dawn broke, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, signaling a new day in the mountain tribe’s village. Lyan, however, was already wide awake, caught in the throes of a primal ritual that had lasted through the night. The tribal women, each eager to share in the strength and legacy of their new chief, had kept him occupied, their desire for his strong seed driving them to passionate heights.

"Chief, give us your strength," one of the women murmured, her voice heavy with need as she pressed closer to him. "We need your strong seed."

Lyan, caught up in the fervor of the moment, obliged, his body responding to the relentless requests of the tribe’s women. His stamina seemed endless, each encounter fueled by the primal need to assert his dominance and secure his place within the tribe.

Josephine, along with the other women who had traveled with Lyan from Grafen, watched with a mix of amusement and impatience. They had given Lyan his time with the tribe’s women, understanding the significance of the ritual, but their patience was wearing thin.

"Alright, enough is enough," Josephine declared, stepping forward with a determined look in her eyes. She grabbed Lyan by the arm, pulling him away from the women who protested weakly. "You’ve had your fun, but it’s time to stop this debauchery. We deserve our time with you too, don’t forget about us."

Lyan, panting and flushed, looked at Josephine with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "You’re right," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "I’m sorry. I got carried away."

The other women from Grafen gathered around, each expressing their need to have their share of Lyan’s attention. "We came here with you, and we need you too," Alina said softly, her eyes filled with longing.

Lyan nodded, his heart swelling with affection for his companions. "I haven’t forgotten any of you," he assured them. "Let’s find a way to balance this. I want to make sure everyone feels valued and loved."

Just as the group began to discuss how to fairly divide Lyan’s time, a loud horn sounded in the distance, cutting through the early morning air like a knife. The tribe’s members, who had been celebrating the night before, quickly sobered up, their expressions turning grim.

"We’re under attack!" a scout shouted, rushing into the village square. "The neighboring tribe is attacking!"

The village erupted into chaos as warriors scrambled to arm themselves and prepare for battle. Lyan, pulled from his bed by the urgent call to arms, quickly realized the gravity of the situation. This was not just an attack; it was a test of his newfound leadership.

Lara and Tara, who had been resting nearby, sprang into action. "We fight with you, chief," Lara said, her eyes blazing with determination.

Tara nodded, gripping her weapon tightly. "We protect our tribe."

Lyan quickly assessed the situation, his mind racing. He knew they needed a coordinated defense, and fast. He turned to Alice, the sharpest strategist among them. "Alice, you’re the best strategist among us. I need you to command our forces."

Alice stepped forward, her expression serious but confident. "Understood. I’ll coordinate our defenses and organize a counterattack."

Josephine, Belle, Alina, Surena, and Xena rallied around Lyan, ready to fight. "We fight together," Josephine said, her voice steady. "We protect our people."

Lyan turned to the tribe’s warriors, his voice ringing out with authority. "Prepare to defend your homes! We will not let them take what is ours!"

The skeleton warriors, clad in armor and mounted on horses, lined up, their hollow eyes glowing with a spectral light. Lyan’s army, a formidable force of the undead and living, stood ready to defend their territory.

Alice quickly took command, her voice sharp and clear as she issued orders. "Skeletons, form a defensive line at the village entrance. Warriors, prepare for close combat. We will hold the line here and then push them back."

The attackers, a rival tribe known for their ferocity, approached with a battle cry. Their numbers were significant, but they were not prepared for the disciplined defense they encountered. The skeleton warriors, with their relentless, tireless nature, held the front line, their weapons clashing against the invaders’ with deadly precision.

Lyan, flanked by his companions, led the charge. He swung his glaive with lethal efficiency, cutting down foes with each strike. The tribal women fought beside him, their movements synchronized and deadly, a testament to their warrior spirit.

Lara and Tara, their bodies fueled by adrenaline, fought with a ferocity that matched Lyan’s. "We protect our home!" Lara shouted, her voice fierce as she brought down an enemy warrior.

Tara, her eyes locked onto Lyan’s, added, "We fight together, chief. Always."

Alice, from her vantage point, directed the battlefield with precision. "Push them back! Focus on their weak points!"

The tide of the battle began to turn. The attackers, faced with the combined might of Lyan’s forces and the fierce defense of the tribe, started to falter. Lyan saw the opportunity to not just defend but to conquer.

"Let’s not just push them back," Lyan shouted, his voice carrying over the din of battle. "Let’s take their tribe and force them into submission!"

His words ignited a new fire in the hearts of his warriors. With renewed vigor, they pressed forward, driving the attackers back toward their own territory. The battlefield became a testament to Lyan’s leadership and the unity of his forces.

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The air was thick with the sounds of battle—the clash of steel, the cries of warriors, and the eerie silence of the skeletons’ movements. The attackers, realizing they were facing a formidable foe, rallied to put up a stronger fight. Their chief, a towering figure with a reputation for brutality, barked orders to regroup and counter the defense.

Lyan, sensing the shift in the enemy’s strategy, signaled for his key fighters to press harder. "Don’t give them a moment’s rest!" he commanded, his voice calm and authoritative. "Show them the strength of our unity!"

Surena, leading a flank of warriors, intercepted a group of enemy fighters attempting to breach their lines. Her sword flashed in the dim light, cutting through the enemy with deadly precision. "Hold the line!" she shouted. "Protect the village at all costs!"

Xena, always eager for battle, leaped into the fray with a fierce grin. "Come on, you cowards! Face us if you dare!" Her knives flashed as she danced around her opponents, her speed and agility unmatched.

Josephine and Belle, standing side by side, combined their strengths to support the frontline. Josephine’s powerful strikes broke through enemy defenses, while Belle’s magic provided crucial support, healing wounds and enhancing their warriors’ strength. "Together, we are unstoppable!" Belle chanted, her hands glowing with arcane energy.

Lyan, at the heart of the battle, fought with a controlled fury. His glaive cut through the enemy ranks, each strike precise and devastating. He moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, his mind sharp and focused on the task at hand. "Push them back! Show them no mercy!" he roared, his voice a rallying cry for his forces.

The battle raged on, the enemy tribe fighting with a desperation born of fear and pride. They were not ready to concede easily, and their resistance was fierce. However, under Alice’s strategic guidance, Lyan’s forces held their ground and began to push the attackers back.

Alice, from her elevated position, issued orders with a keen eye for the battlefield’s flow. "Reinforce the left flank! Skeletons, hold the center and don’t let them break through!" Her commands were clear and effective, each one turning the tide further in their favor.

The enemy chief, a massive brute with a cruel glint in his eyes, charged towards Lyan, hoping to turn the battle by taking out the leader. "Face me, coward!" he bellowed, swinging a massive axe.

Lyan met the challenge head-on, his glaive clashing with the chief’s axe in a shower of sparks. The force of their blows sent shockwaves through the air, the ground trembling under their feet. "Your time is over!" Lyan growled, his eyes blazing with determination.

The two leaders clashed in a brutal exchange of blows, each one testing the other’s strength and resolve. The enemy chief was powerful, his strikes heavy and relentless. But Lyan was quicker, his movements precise and calculated. He parried a deadly swing and countered with a swift strike to the chief’s side, drawing blood.

The enemy chief roared in pain and fury, his attacks growing more desperate. "I will not be defeated by an outsider!" he snarled, lunging at Lyan with renewed vigor.

Lyan sidestepped the attack, his glaive slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. "This is for my tribe," he said, his voice cold and unwavering. With a final, powerful thrust, he drove his glaive into the chief’s chest, the blade piercing through armor and flesh.

The enemy chief’s eyes widened in shock and pain as he fell to his knees, blood pouring from the wound. "No... this can’t be..." he gasped, his strength failing.

Lyan looked down at the defeated chief, his expression resolute. "Submit," he demanded, his voice cold and commanding. "Or face annihilation."

The enemy warriors, seeing their chief defeated and their forces decimated, began to waver. The sight of their leader on his knees, defeated by the strength and unity of Lyan’s tribe, broke their resolve. One by one, they laid down their arms, their eyes filled with fear and resignation.

The enemy chief, his strength fading, looked up at Lyan with a mix of hatred and respect. "We... submit," he said, his voice filled with pain and defeat.