"Their previous life was peaceful, but joining the Night Watchers ant endless battles, and casualties were inevitable."
Kana then emphasized the chieftain’s intention: "In the chieftain’s view, this poses a hidden danger, possibly causing cracks and conflicts between the centaurs and other Night Watchers.
He understands Raelia and Abis, knowing Raelia is impulsive and could easily create rifts with the Night Watchers because of tribal matters.
Raelia holds a certain status among the Night Watchers, and if her position declines due to tribe-related issues, or unnecessary adversaries arise, it’s definitely undesired.
The consequence will eventually reflect on the centaurs themselves. If the reason behind joining the Night Watchers stems from vengeance or hatred, however slight or superficial, it still exists.
Joining under such circumstances reduces potential problems, and so initial pain is just to avoid future threats."
Listening to Kana, Alyris pondered.
Bobo couldn’t help scratching his head: "Is this really necessary? Isn’t it a bit too far-reaching?"
Kana smirked: "But consider it from the chieftain’s perspective.
He only grasps what the Night Watchers are doing, and through Abis, they know what the Night Watchers face.
He doesn’t understand the exaggerated benefits of the Night Watchers’ blessings, hence his thoughts and decisions."
Frankly speaking, if the Night Watchers’ blessings weren’t so extraordinary, then the chieftain’s actions would not necessarily be significantly flawed.
Operationally, a certain number of centaur casualties would suffice.
The main focus is the rage incited by their deaths.
"Truly soone considering the welfare of the tribe, not everyone could devise such a plan."
At this point, Alyris said: "Then wouldn’t it be fine to act like in the case of the Half-Elf?"
Causing widespread casualties, but not fatal, while the centaurs are seemingly waiting to die.
Then the Night Watchers eradicate their enemies and rescue the centaurs barely clinging to life.
Affection mixed with a hint of hatred is enough.
As the centaurs join the Night Watchers, the rapid growth and power brought by the blessings will easily impress them.
And when centaurs directly face the Intruders, they naturally know what needs to be done.
It’s all about the narrative.
If the Night Watchers’ internal ssage holds truth, then they themselves will witness many things.
Kana nodded: "So, this plan is essentially pointless. It’s just because the chieftain knows so little."
In the end ssage sent by Abis,
She too critiqued similarly.
"Alright, we don’t need to concern ourselves with this matter, just leave it to them.
We’ll proceed when the final action is underway."
Sent the reply.
Inside the camp tent.
Raelia and Abis looked at each other.
As Raelia was about to speak, Abis stopped her, saying to the chieftain, "Fine, I agree, we will make arrangents."
Then left the tent directly with Raelia.
Outside.
Raelia asked incredulously: "Why agree to this plan? It’s so foolish. Implenting it, Kana would definitely look at us like idiots.
That old fool... no, that idiot doesn’t even realize how potent the Night Watchers’ blessings are."
Raelia was just startled by the old fool’s courage to sacrifice and audacity to craft such a plan.
Yet upon calming down and thinking carefully, she realized these matters pose no issue for the Night Watchers.
Instead, if this were actually executed, upon joining the Night Watchers and realizing the blessing afterward, the centaurs would likely question the chaos’s validity.
It would only backfire.
Hearing Raelia’s words.
Abis displayed a bright smile.
"I’ve been annoyed with this old fool for ages; let’s act according to his plan while preparing ourselves."
When that old fool mistakenly believes he’s sacrificing himself, let him be rescued.
Once he comprehends the power of the Night Watchers’ blessings, you can constantly ridicule him, laughing at him for life."
This made Raelia’s eyes light up, even excited.
"Haha, I’d love to see that damn expression of surprise on his face."
Though understanding why the chieftain did these things, understanding doesn’t an agreent.
...
The following night.
In a cliff gap at the grassland’s edge, Vite and others who left the camp to hunt for several days gathered here.
It had been set up as a makeshift camp.
Vite silently sharpened his long spear, eyes fixated on his weapon, irises faintly shimring crimson.
"Ah ah!"
Miserable cries echoed nearby as the scent of blood perated the entire canyon.
A centaur furiously swung a cleaver at the creature before it.
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