"Ten loads of grain!"
In the small square of the Dragon Tribe, Brant looked at the grain that had just been harvested with a face full of heartache and said:
"Without these ten loads of grain, for the next hundred days and nights, we will have to divide one al into three."
"How can we have the strength to hunt?"
At this mont, other mbers of the Dragon Tribe had received the news and rushed over.
Thousands of people gathered around the square, discussing intensely.
Quickly, this matter spread throughout the tribe.
Everyone's faces were filled with righteous indignation as they spoke:
"Those savages are trying to wipe us out!"
"Ten loads of grain, it's a death sentence for us!"
"How can they do this? Didn't we already give them half the land a month ago?"
Suddenly, a strong man with an angry look said:
"Clan Leader, let's fight them."
"At worst, let it be mutual destruction, no one will be well."
As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him began to echo fiercely:
"Yes, let's fight them."
"We've endured so much, now we only have these few plots of land and grain for survival."
"If they won't let us live, we won't let them have peace."
"Exactly!"
"If it's death, so be it, who's afraid?"
Feeling the overwhelming sentint of his tribe, Brant was moved, his head steaming, and he said:
"Clan Leader!"
"I am willing to be the vanguard, to fight those savages to the death."
At this mont, the people around began to raise their hands indicating:
" too!"
"I am willing to go as well."
"Count in."
...
However, just then, the Clan Leader of the Dragon Tribe, Sigmund, suddenly raised his hand.
He hadn't said a word, but the noise around him gradually quieted down and disappeared.
The thousands in the square cald down due to Sigmund's gesture.
All the young, old, n, and won quietly watched this respected clan leader.
It was only at this mont that Sigmund slowly spoke:
"A thousand years."
The crowd was confused.
Sigmund continued:
"We have been trapped here for almost a thousand years."
"A thousand years, think of how many days and nights that is!"
Looking at the familiar faces around him, pale from malnutrition, Sigmund gave a bitter smile:
"Do you know our ancestors endured here for countless days and nights, really because they feared death?"
For the first ti!
The thousands of Dragon Tribe mbers were hearing Sigmund speak these words for the first ti.
Brant asked in confusion:
"If not fear of death, then why endure and retreat again and again?"
Sigmund stood in place, glancing around.
In fact, those who had just spoken of fighting the Half-Beastman Race were mostly young people.
At this mont, most people's eyes reflected not only anger but numbness to life and despair for the future.
Inside Sigmund's heart, there was also an unending anger and dissatisfaction with the actions of the Half-Beastn.
If he could, there was a mont when he really wanted to do as his people said, to fight the Half-Beastman Race to the end.
After all, without this food, future days would be worse than death.
But he couldn't!
Because his shoulders carried the hope of the revival of the Dragon Race.
He couldn't let his race be annihilated in this manner in the river of history.
Moreover, the opponent was considered a lowly race.
Probably only a few in the entire Dragon Tribe knew the truth of history now.
The Dragon Race was supposed to be the most powerful race on the continent of the Hundred Races.
There lived nearly a hundred different races, and billions of creatures.
There, the Dragon Race was the ultimate ruler wielding supre power.
Because of a villain's trick, they were sealed here, erasing the Dragon Race's glory.
In the deepest part of Sigmund's heart, there was a bit of hope.
Not only in Sigmund but in every Clan Leader for a thousand years who knew the truth.
They all hoped:
One day, the Dragon Race could escape here, soar the skies again, restoring the supre glory belonging to the Dragon Race.
To make all creatures tremble under the Dragon Race's might;
To let every tribesman take charge of their own destiny;
Not living under others, unable to control even their own life and death.
These nurous thoughts flashed through Sigmund's mind, and under all the hopeful gazes, Sigmund spoke again:
"Brant!"
Brant, hearing this, was shocked:
"Yes."
Sigmund said:
"Tomorrow you will lead the team..."
Brant's face suddenly flushed with excitent, not waiting for Sigmund to finish, he excitedly shouted:
"I will not let the Clan Leader down."
"I will face death with determination, make those fools pay."
But before Brant could finish, Sigmund was furious:
"Bastard!"
"Do you know what you're saying?!"
Looking at Sigmund's red face filled with rage, Brant cald down and asked confusedly:
"What do you an?"
Sigmund took a deep breath and spoke again:
"Tomorrow, you will lead Hunting Team 2 to exchange the ten loads of grain for people."
After he finished, everyone around was stunned, imdiately erupting in uproar.
But Sigmund, looking much older, turned and walked away unsteadily.
It was only when Brant realized what was happening that he shouted to Sigmund's back:
"Why?"
"Clan Leader, do you know that you are aiding the abusers by doing this!"
"Satisfying them this ti, what about next ti?"
"What about the ti after that?"
"Over ti, their intentions against us have beco increasingly clear."
"Why do you persist in your ways?"
"Repeated concessions won't earn respect."
Speaking emotionally, Brant even shouted without care:
"You're just a complete coward!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings fell into silence again.
Everyone looked at Brant with disbelief.
Sigmund's departing footsteps stopped suddenly.
Beside him, Belica was equally shocked by Brant's words, wide-eyed, then suddenly shouted at Brant:
"Brant, are you mad!"
"Do you know what you are saying!"
"Hurry up and apologize to the Clan Leader."
At this mont, Sigmund suddenly spoke:
"Brant is right, I am indeed a coward."
"Until the final mont, every tribesman's life is more important than anything else."
"I am afraid of losing anyone present."
"If soone must die..."
Belica seed to understand what Sigmund was about to say and suddenly exclaid:
"Clan Leader!"
"The first to die should be , the old fool."
After speaking, Sigmund ignored everyone else and slowly vanished from their sight.
Brant was dumbfounded by Sigmund's words!
...
"Look, doesn't that look like a tribe ahead?"
Tian Ci suddenly pointed to a fenced area in the distance and said in surprise.
Lin Yi said:
"Let's go take a look."
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