The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 727: Volume 21: The Dark Road - 9: Barbarian Alliance_3

Chapter 727: Volume 21: The Dark Road - 9: Barbarian Alliance_3

"Montrey, what are you saying?" A fierce and domineering voice came from his right, making the man with the triangular eyes and short, drooping eyebrows look indescribably strange on his round face. The flesh on his cheeks trembled slightly as he spoke, and his sharp and cunning gaze wandered over the face of the Caron Tribe leader. "Gdansk Fortress was taken by us all; although it borders the land of the Mortals of Iberia and your Caron Tribe, over these years we haven’t seen your Caron tribe take it by yourselves. Now you want to return it to the Mortals to rebuild with just a word, what gives you the right to decide for everyone?"

The anger surged upwards, and Montrey’s furious gaze met the other’s without submission. The wooden bowl in his hand crumbled into sawdust under the pressure of his enormous palm. He was about to rise and retort when the person beside him pressed him back down.

"Commander Hulechi, Montrey was merely making a suggestion; he did not unilaterally agree to anything. Aren’t we discussing this issue right now? We Mountain people have always been united. Such words might damage the harmony. Now, all of us, the Ten Great Tribe Leaders, are here. If there are any objections, they can be spoken frankly, but we must not use language that undermines the unity of our Mountain people."

The middle-aged man who pressed down Montrey could be considered an oddity among the Mountain people. He was much leaner in height and build than the other Mountain tribe leaders, although he was still a strong man compared to the Mortals. However, in the tent, he seemed somewhat frail, but no one dared underestimate him in the slightest, for he was Carter Tribe Leader Wuli from the Yonka Tribe, second only to the Carlo Tribe.

"Leader Wuli, perhaps my tone was a bit excessive. I ask for Montrey’s forgiveness, but unclear speech does not enlighten, unargued reasoning does not clarify. Gdansk Fortress is the strategic point for entering Flanders Valley. We are all from a military background; we understand this better than anyone. How many of our brave Mountain warriors died attacking Gdansk Fortress? If it wasn’t for silently infiltrating through other passes and launching surprise attacks, how could we have taken the fortress? To now hand it back to the Mortals for nothing, does it mean our Mountain people’s blood was shed in vain?" Feeling pressured by the other’s imposing manner, the burly man with triangular eyes gave a contemptuous snort and argued back.

"What do you mean ’hand it back for nothing’? Hulechi, did you not hear what I said? Komer is willing to offer some conveniences in exchange for this condition. Do you think we’re all fools and you’re the only smart one?" Unable to restrain himself any longer, Montrey stood up angrily with a huff and retorted.

"Humph, those ’conveniences’ you speak of are vague; Mortals are simply not trustworthy. Why should we believe him?" Hulechi showed clearly less respect for Montrey than for Wuli, his attitude much more arrogant. "Who knows if you’ve made some private deal with him, just like the Sanjia Tribe!"

The anger in his heart intensified; Montrey felt that his good intentions had been treated with disdain. Wasn’t his own willingness to compromise being mistaken for foolishness?

"Hulechi, I don’t want to waste words with you. How your Valle Tribe chooses to think is your freedom; our Caron Tribe has no right to interfere. But if you try to harm the interests of our Caron Tribe, then we, the Caron Tribe, are prepared to see it through to the end!"

The tone and attitude of both parties grew increasingly intense, verging on a hostile standoff, and Montrey gave the impression he was moments away from storming out of the Leader Conference. This prompted everyone’s gaze to turn towards the long-bearded man sitting in the center, who had yet to speak.

"Montrey, mind your words. Who has harmed the interests of your Caron Tribe? Why create a divide between your Caron Tribe and our entire Mountain community?" The long-bearded man sat unmoved, but his aura was like a towering mountain that commanded respect. "Everyone here is a member of our Mountain people. We should consider the interest of our whole Mountain community first, not just the interests of a single tribe. True, Komer has indeed provided our Mountain people with some benefits in Caucasus, but we should recognize that this benefit is mutual, and that Caucasus has also gained a lot from us. In fact, I do not like this man because the help he brings us also comes with many troubles."

After a brief pause, the long-bearded man’s face reflected deep thought, "Has anyone noticed? The relationship between the Sanjia Tribe and our other ten tribes is growing distant. Why? Isn’t it because they were blinded by the trivial benefits brought by Caucasus, believing that Mortals could bring prosperity to their tribe, even to the point of thinking of us as burdens, thus neglecting the demands of our other tribes in the alliance? They’ve been disagreeing over benefits that should belong to all of us Mountain people, which in fact, has already led to a division among our traditionally united Mountain people. Now he has come to the southern Flanders Region with these requests. What is his purpose? We should think carefully about these issues rather than rush to conclusions."

These words calmed everyone present. Both Montrey and Hulechi lowered their eyelids to ponder the meaning behind the other’s words, while Wuli, seated beside Montrey, had his eyes half-closed as if contemplating the intentions beyond the long-bearded man’s speech.

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