Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Flame Conference

Fifty miles away from the Goat-Horn Tribe, inside the main tent of the White Wolf Clan, the clan leader and various chiefs were in a meeting.

“Reporting to the clan leader, the Lion Mane caravans to the west have been investigated,” said a rider dressed in gray fur coat, entering the tent with a tired look.

“Oh, what’s their background? The Lion Mane tribe has always been in the west. Why would they suddenly send over a hundred vehicles loaded with goods to our eastern region?” asked the White Wolf Clan leader, sitting on a bone-tooth throne, looking at the curved saber-wielding rider.

“They are escorting a batch of goods, reportedly the spoils of war from a student of the Goat-Horn Tribe.”

“Heh, interesting. According to the hyenas’ investigation, most of the goods are likely meat. Did they hunt some giant beasts?”

“Father, give me three hundred warriors, and I can snatch this meat away, bringing a feast to our clan,” a young man stood up. He had a pair of white-spotted wolf ears and a fierce gaze.

“Brother Two should focus on getting his own wife back. Don’t worry about these things,” a gloomy voice sounded.

Following the voice, a young man with a small knife trimming his nails was seen. He was Walker, the fifth son of the White Wolf Clan leader, known for his cold demeanor.

After the voice faded, the standing young man drew his sword, the cold blade reflecting the firelight, casting a white glow.

“Walker, when did you start speaking?” the second son of the clan leader said, each word carrying weight, intimidating the other chiefs in the tent.

“Oh, Brother Two is so impressive, so imposing. Does it feel good seeing your beloved wife in another’s arms?” Walker continued to provoke his brother Guto, who was now red-faced with rage, his sharp magical power ready to strike like a beast.

“Walker, Guto, be quiet.” The clan leader clicked his fingers on the armrest of the throne, making a crisp sound that stopped the two sons from fighting, then continued asking, “The young girl from the Goat-Horn Tribe has only been in school for half a year, not a genius, at most Sequence 3. We need to investigate her classmate.”

“Yes, clan leader.”

“The Goat-Horn Tribe is insignificant, unable to cause much trouble. If it weren’t for the Great Shaman’s specific instructions last year about an Emenas student, they would have been wiped out by other tribes long ago.”

“But, their days of peace are numbered.”

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Half-man-high bamboo grass swayed in the wind, its white fluffy seed heads dancing, while the warm yellow sea of grass was tranquil. Under the clear blue sky, two girls stood amidst the grass sea.

One wielded a wooden staff, vigorously swinging it, the rotating staff generating flames that surged towards her opponent with each clash, making it hard to breathe and drying out the lungs.

Unfortunately, her opponent was the girl with long green hair. The scorching waves scattered in the air, merely lifting her silky hair which then floated in the air before turning into sparks and disappearing.

The girl with green hair used her wooden sword as if flowing water, effortlessly deflecting the Goat-Horn girl’s attacks.

The two danced among the grass, and after a long time, the Goat-Horn girl was exhausted, her staff no longer emitting flames.

“Let’s stop here today,” said the green-haired girl, putting down her sword.

“Yeah, Lolan,” the Goat-Horn girl nodded, feeling somewhat dejected.

“You’ve made great progress since yesterday, Nia,” Lolan encouraged, holding Nia’s hand, then leading her to sit on a hillside.

After defeating the magic boar, Lolan intended to return to the Tixil Mountains, but she needed to help Nia resolve her tribe’s issues first.

The grasslands were not peaceful, with frequent conflicts. Currently, the Goat-Horn Tribe was too weak, and Nia herself hadn’t grown strong enough to protect her people, making the situation unstable.

In two months, Nia would return to school. During this period, she needed to stabilize the surrounding situation before leaving safely.

The system’s mission required cultivating several Legendary Golden-tier Extraordinary Beings. The members of Lolan Hill’s group—Ye Ling, Bumansa, and Kafra—were showing results after recent training.

Bumansa’s talent was self-evident; even without Lolan’s help, she could reach this level. Ye Ling just needed a bit more effort, and Kafra would take longer but was resilient, so there was no need to worry too much.

Three out of six slots were confirmed. Though Alena and Letis had good talents, they had their own pursuits. Forcing others to learn wasn’t beneficial, and Lolan Hill wasn’t keen on being a teacher.

Nia was the fourth chosen. During this period, Lolan needed to cultivate Nia, helping her advance to Sequence 4, ensuring she had self-protection capabilities before leaving.

It wasn’t mandatory to complete this task or make Nia stronger, but helping friends solve problems was also a joy. Pursuing maximum benefits made life exhausting.

The secret to happiness wasn’t being the best but doing what one loves. Instead of seeking unknown geniuses, Lolan preferred helping ordinary, sincere friends.

“What sequence do you plan to advance to, Nia? Magic, Dragons, Angels, or something else?”

Lolan looked at the brown-haired Goat-Horn girl, recalling a Pokémon from her previous life with various evolution paths.

A creature with light brown fur and a white chest, lying on the ground with colorful gems in front, looking left and right, unsure which to choose.

Nia resembled Eevee. Was she planning to evolve into Flareon?

“There’s the Fire Harvest Festival starting the day after tomorrow. Are you prepared, Nia?”

“Yes, almost ready,” Nia nodded. She could advance anytime, and transitioning from Sequence 5 to any other sequence was easy. The only issue was choosing the path.

“Don’t rush. The early rounds of the Flame Conference won’t have strong opponents. You still have time to think,” Lolan comforted.

The Flame Conference during the Fire Harvest Festival was a grand event for the younger generation of the grasslands to compete and exchange. Winners gained great honor and five years of premium grazing rights for their tribe, preventing other tribes from invading.

This was part of the rewards within the Gufiya tribal alliance. Normally, these common pastures were managed by Shamans to reward the meritorious and soothe damaged tribes.

To ensure her tribe’s stability for the next few years and avoid invasions, Nia must secure a top three position. Only then could she protect the weak Goat-Horn Tribe. Otherwise, tragedies like Elder Gatun’s would continue.

This wasn’t an exaggeration. Among the Snowfall Seven Kingdoms, only the central West Wind Plain was a major grain producer. After the internal unrest in West Wind last year, grain production plummeted. Clancia struggled to support the northern grasslands, and the lack of food intensified conflicts on Gufiya. Peaceful times might vanish.

Once the blade of hatred is drawn, only when one side is completely defeated will the other show mercy.

(End of Chapter)