Chapter 506: The Beastfolk’s Choice
Over the following two months, under the auspices of Unur, a highly respected shaman, Lolan Hill visited several large tribes.
The leaders and shamans of these large tribes reacted differently—some were welcoming, others silent, and still others showed no interest. However, most of the tribes gradually accepted the proposal after discussions and explanations among the shamans, ceasing their resistance. The more conservative elements, seeing the general trend, also began to keep quiet and stop opposing.
As Lolan Hill’s caravan continuously sent back messages, numerous delegations were dispatched from Clancia to liaise with tribes of all sizes, recording information about each tribe such as population, race, location, etc. They also noted the scarce resources needed by these tribes and started organizing production and transportation within their own country.
This process proceeded swiftly. Under Clancia’s excellent organizational structure, all actions were executed with great efficiency. In just a few months, nearly eighty delegations roamed the grasslands, jointly acting with shamans to proclaim this grand vision to one tribe after another while bringing various inland gifts.
For example, scarce medicines that could reduce infant mortality by treating infections and aiding pregnancy.
Sturdy iron farming tools to help them cultivate wastelands and plant fields.
Various construction technicians teaching practical skills like well-digging, brick-burning, and house-building.
By late August, these teams had already begun assisting in construction projects in some of the larger tribes. Whenever large-scale construction took place, elderly beastfolk and children would come to watch as the square and aesthetically pleasing buildings gradually took shape.
Through extensive propaganda, the provision of tangible benefits, and friendly visits, many lower-class beastfolk gradually realized the advantages of the union between the two nations, and the chorus of approval grew louder.
Finally, the leaders and shamans of all the races decided to formally make a joint decision at this year’s Flame Conference.
Inside the Flame Hall, representatives from various races sat around a circular table, with a vigorously burning red flame in the center, occasionally emitting crackling sounds.
This magnificent building was recently constructed using extraordinary power. From the outside, it consisted of two parts: its top was a layered spire resembling a lotus flower, with an eternally burning special flame at its core, surrounded by ‘petals’ made of white smoke wood. These petals extended outward in eight directions, curving down before rising again, collectively supporting the central flame. White smoke wood, an extraordinary material resistant to high temperatures, ensured the flames wouldn’t damage it. The overall structure gave the hall’s roof a sense of lightness and elegance.
Below the roof stood massive stone pillars, each about five people wide and approximately twenty stories tall, incredibly sturdy. They formed a circular pattern, supporting the ‘fire lotus’ above. If Lolan Hill were to evaluate it, its appearance somewhat resembled the Temple of Heaven.
Inside the hall, everyone was seated. Representatives from the tribes and Clancia’s delegation were present, beginning to discuss the final details.
A mighty beastfolk stood up. He had several black tribal marks on his face, was over three meters tall, and possessed monstrous muscles.
“I do not oppose your merger with Clancia, but I refuse to accept this fact in such a weak manner.”
After he spoke, some of the beastfolk in the room began whispering, creating a moment of confusion.
“Silence.” The chief shaman struck his wooden staff on the ground, producing a deep vibration whose echo resonated for several seconds before fading.
The room fell silent again, and the shaman asked, “Mr. Fenzhi, do you have any suggestions, or are you merely venting your dissatisfaction at this important meeting?” Unur’s steady voice was like a rock pressing against the beastfolk leader.
Even the chieftain of the Tiger-head clan, Fenzhi, who ranked eighth in the War Sequence, felt a weight in his chest facing the most senior and experienced shaman among the beastfolk. Sharp gazes from all sides focused on him.
If there were those who opposed, there were also those who supported. These representatives didn’t fear Clancia lying; they despised troublemakers among their kind who might ruin the current situation.
You could say they acted out of racial righteousness, or you could say they blindly trusted Clancia and the Crimson Songstress. If this chieftain couldn’t provide a reasonable explanation, he might face exclusion from other tribes even after joining Clancia.
As the situation became clearer, the order of precedence became crucial. The beastfolk tribes weren’t completely isolated—they knew the status the Rabbit-ear clan currently held in Clancia.
If the weak Rabbit-ear clan could achieve such a position, there was no reason why they couldn’t do better.
Lolan Hill, sitting beside Unur, looked up at the towering beastfolk. His fists were extraordinarily large, his exposed upper body marked with red and black stripes like a fierce tiger, his muscles clearly defined, veins bulging like pythons. In the young lady’s system observation, he resembled a blazing giant furnace.
Name: Fenzhi
Identity: Chief of the Tiger-head Clan, Leader of the Red-streaked Tribe.
Condition: Sub-health (with several hidden injuries)
Sequence: War Sequence 8 – Mighty Claw (Rating: Outstanding Crystal Level)
Talents:
Resounding Roar [Outstanding Level]: A special talent giving his voice exceptional penetration and destructive power, capable of killing ordinary creatures outright and terrifying, frightening, or deafening extraordinary beings.
Bone-cutting Claws [Rare Level]: Significantly enhances the killing power of both claws, increasing armor-piercing and penetration capabilities, and has special destructive effects on bone structures (including but not limited to bones, nails, claws, hooves, beaks, turtle shells, animal horns, etc.)
Abilities: [Giant Form], [Bloodlust], [Bone Healing Regeneration], [Gale Sprint], [Blood Slot Razor Claw].
Skills: [Intuitive Combat Lv.5], [Close Combat Slaughter Lv.5], [Herbal Medicine Lv.3], [Flame Ritual Lv.2], [Beast Race Command Lv.4], [Intimidation Lv.3]
He seemed to be quite formidable, likely ranking among the top ten in this hall, the young lady thought silently.
After visiting these places for a period of time, she roughly understood that there were about fifteen Sequence 8 individuals among the various tribes of the beastfolk. This proportion was relatively high, but almost all belonged to the War Sequence, making them rather singular in nature, and their potential had reached its limit. To date, there was still no possibility of a Sequence 9 emerging.
Fenzhi clenched his fists and slowly said to the crowd inside the hall,
“I propose a duel during the Flame Conference, where both sides send out several representatives. If Clancia wins, we will unconditionally merge into them. But if our tribes win, then Clancia must offer more benefits, and we will retain a considerable degree of autonomy.”
“This proposal, I believe, none of my fellow clansmen would refuse.”
“Weak meat, strong eat—let us decide our future in the beastfolk way!”
(End of Chapter)
