“Ha.” Elvis, who had not uttered a word since, suddenly laughed. An unprecedented sense of cold blood-thirst seeped into the hearts of the crowd. It was just a single sound but it chilled everyone to the bone, so terrifying that no one dared to speak another word. They all quietly watched Elvis, waiting for him to continue.
After all, this Saint Nazaire chief and that witch doctor beside him were the very ones who had notoriously swept across multiple tribes when they were third-level beasts. Many at present had personally suffered from the duo’s perfect coordination and kamikaze-style of fighting.
After the arrival of the Messenger of the Beast Deity, the two of them settled down and didn’t carry out any more bloody massacres. But their notable “past achievements” were still fresh in the memories of those present. Now that they were fifth-level and fifth-level… all the more no one would dare to easily provoke them.
Elvis cracked his neck and all those who knew him knew what that action signified.
At this, no one dared to even breathe.
“If Saint Nazaire wishes to expand our territory, we don’t need to rely on Xiao Meng getting a partner.” Elvis took half a step forward. He looked like a warrior god who was disdainful of all common life. The sun shone upon him but no one dared to look up at his face. They just trembled all over, feeling the desperate urge to kneel down and beg for mercy. “Seizing things by force is my way.”
A mild smile was already hanging across Lea’s lips. This smile was a familiar sight to those who knew him. How many times had he smiled like that before he met Gu Mengmeng?
Ha, the angrier he was and the more he felt like killing, the more elegant and charming his smile would be.
His voice was also chilly and his casual words plunged the temperature of the surroundings.
“Has the water source problem for Francis been resolved? If I don’t release water to you during the drought season this year… I wonder how long can your tribe last?” Lea spoke those ominous words with a fake concerned expression. He was slowly driving a sharp knife into his opponent’s weakest spot, inch by inch without a single drop of blood spilling out. Even so, his opponent was gradually being pushed to the brink of death. He seemed to be implying “When your members all die or leave the tribe due to the water shortage… do you think there will be anyone who will dare to challenge Saint Nazaire over Francis’ territory?”
Hanston and Joshua were both speechless.
Yes, they had no water source.
In the past, everyone still somehow managed during the drought season. But because Saint Nazaire gave out water last year, it was the most blessed drought Francis had ever experienced in over a thousand years.
If Lea cut off Francis’ water supply, the members of the tribe would definitely leave. This was because they would be able to drink the water provided by Saint Nazaire again if they went to another tribe.
By then, Francis would be destined to fail and their territory… naturally no one would dare to challenge Saint Nazaire for it.
After all, who wouldn’t be afraid of being the next tribe to have its water supply cut?
Lea cast a sweeping glance across the crowd. He chuckled. “Some tribes lack water, while some lack food. For some, it has already been six months since their last female died. Also, some tribes suffer frequent attacks by the stray beasts and are used by them as a winter food source—attacked year after year without any means of retaliation. Tsk tsk tsk, with such backgrounds, how dare they even raise the idea of partnering my Mengmeng?”
After Lea’s proclamations, the others who had also wanted to propose themselves as partners all swallowed their words. No one dared to stand up again.
“If I can offer news on the Soul of the Forest. Can I exchange that for the Great Messenger’s pardon towards the refugees in the Zacharias tribe?” Leonard broke the icy stalemate with one step forward.
