The Sand Scorpion tribe has been under a cloud lately.
The banquet, which usually takes place once every five days, has not been held for two weeks. In the past, when the sun set, the warriors would gather in the center of the tribe from time to time, drink some wine made from berries or corn, sing loudly and talk about any girl as they drank.
The butt is bigger. This is the way the tribesmen usually release their emotions, but in the evenings these days, the number of people in the square becomes increasingly sparse - the few that remain are talking about more serious topics.
As one of the most powerful Saqi tribes in the wilderness, this scene is not common. No tribe dares to take the initiative to find trouble with them. Even if the drought that year resulted in insufficient hunting, they still had enough force to hunt down weak nearby villages.
Loot enough food...or things that can be used as food.
The reason is naturally the bad rumors that keep coming from the west.
The powerful "gods" in the northern forests were finally no longer satisfied with their tributes and services, and began to completely devour the tribes one by one. As for the tribesmen they took away, there were various rumors, but none of them were true.
OK.
According to the speed of rumors, I am afraid that within two or three weeks at most, my tribe will also become part of the rumors.
The only good thing is that the Elna people in the south have set their sights on the empire and have no interest in the barren land where they live - shit. To be honest, he would rather live with those damn forest people than want to live with his people.
His fate is left to those powerful and... inhumane guys.
Hakum thinks he is not a fool. To be the leader of the Sand Scorpions, in addition to strong enough muscles, leadership and a certain amount of wisdom are also indispensable. But he twisted his brain over and over again, but he couldn't squeeze it out.
A good enough idea can not only maintain the existence of the tribe, but also ensure his personal status in the tribe.
Someone was knocking on his door, and he glanced at the angle of the sun - it was not yet dinner time. This made Hakom's mood even worse.
"I told you, don't bother me if you have nothing to do!" he yelled, "No matter what it is, leave it to me after lunch!"
"I'm afraid you don't have time for lunch." A cold voice suddenly broke in, and the originally bolted door opened somehow, "I have something to ask you about."
Hakum stared at the woman who suddenly walked in. She was about two heads shorter than him. She had good body lines and some muscles - but she was far from it. Her skin color was much fairer than that of Saki, and her face shape and facial features were neither that of El's.
The Na people are not quite like the Kamal people. The problem is that the instinct of hunting and fighting all year round makes him feel that among the two of them... the other one is the hunter, and he is the poor prey.
He thought of a possibility, and cold sweat suddenly flowed down his neck to his back. "Lord God." His voice was lowered for a moment, "You... what do you want?"
The woman sneered. "I'm not the guy you think I am." She flexed her wrist, "And my request is very simple. Let your tribe pack their bags and follow me."
The first half of the sentence made Hakum relax. However, the next words of the other party made him tense up again, "Go...where?"
"A place where you can avoid those 'demigods'." The woman said matter-of-factly, as if this matter was not difficult at all, "However, although you are still the leader of the Sand Scorpion clan in name, from now on, your clan members -
—Including you, you must obey my request."
The leader of the Sand Scorpion subconsciously wanted to agree, but finally held back at the last moment.
Ever since this unidentified woman broke into the room, he had been led by her. This made Hakum extremely annoyed. He looked at the wooden table covered with felt cloth in front of him and wanted to lift it directly.
On the other person's face.
Then he did this. With a roar, the round low-legged wooden table flew into the air, carrying several ornaments and a short knife on it, and smashed it towards the black-haired woman. Hakum then stood up.
, glaring at each other condescendingly.
"Get the fuck out of here!" he yelled, stretching out his thick and well-developed right arm forward. The feeling of danger still lingered. The woman in front of him might be a wizard, and she must be prevented from performing any witchcraft. Then he asked
out of her purpose. "Give me——"
The following words turned into a sound of pure gasping. Hakum felt like he was suddenly thrown into the air, and he had to open his mouth wide to avoid biting his tongue. Then - before he could make any response, the felt ground slammed again.
She slapped him on the face and chest with such force that he almost lost his breath.
"I don't have that much patience, and I'm not trying to save you." A plain voice came from behind, "Leave with me, or stay here and wait to die. It's your choice."
The leader of the Sand Scorpion tried his best to turn over and sit up with support from his arms.
The table that he had thrown away was placed safely by the door, and many other objects were lying on the table. This sight, coupled with the 'slap' from the earth, made Hakum slightly aware of his own strength.
It might not be worth mentioning in front of the other party. Fortunately, the woman in front of him seemed to be able to talk. He heard that in the tribes that were devoured by the 'gods', anyone who dared to resist would have only one end.
The patriarch of the Sand Scorpion squeezed his brain hard to select the words he thought were suitable. "What is the relationship between the gods of the north and... you?"
"Enemy." The woman glanced at him and replied without hesitation.
"Then..." Hakum rubbed his hands, feeling that his whole palm was covered with sweat, "What do you want us... to do?"
"There are quite a few problems." The black-haired woman chuckled. She sat on the round table and put her left leg on top of her right leg. This position was very unfavorable for getting up quickly or fighting, but Hakum clenched his fists.
Decided not to make a dangerous attempt.
"It's good to prepare you a little." The woman crossed her arms on her knees and leaned down to stare at him who was still sitting on the ground. "Behind those 'demigods' is a wizard. You will be my warriors,
Go fight that guy and his 'men'."
It sounds like it would be better to be taken away by those "gods", Hakum thought angrily, at least it is not certain death. But the remaining curiosity made him plan to ask a few more questions. "Why...why do you think that?
, can we defeat those 'gods'?"
"Because historically, Huruman Stark will eventually fail." The woman said matter-of-factly, "So he must fail. Only in this way can I know what I want."
"...What?" The leader of the Sand Scorpion clan stared at the woman in front of him, not sure whether he was not smart enough or whether the other party was deliberately playing tricks on him.
"I didn't intend to let you die or use you as a victim." The black-haired woman didn't care about his reaction at all. Hakum could only continue to try to understand, "Your opponents were defeated by those 'demigods'
The Saatchi they took away...or something made from them."
"What...thing?" This time Hacum clearly heard that the woman said 'made with them'. His annoyance almost disappeared, replaced by a hint of chill.
"Puppet of the dead, suture monster, or other things." The woman seemed to be talking about a commonplace thing, which made her words more credible. "That wizard can even create a dracolich to deal with you Sashas."
Strange man, it probably doesn’t take much effort.”
"This..." Hakum felt his hands trembling, and his words were squeezed out from between his teeth, "This is blaspheming the ancestors - he will be cursed -!"
"I'm afraid you can't curse Huruman Stark even if you use all your strength to suck milk." The black-haired woman looked at him with a sneer, "If you still have some courage, you won't look at the tribe - plus
Have you become like that?"
The black-haired woman jumped to the ground lightly, turned around, and didn't mind facing him with her back at all, "I'll give you ten minutes to think about it, I'll wait for you outside. Of course, if the answer is still no -"
The next understatement completely extinguished his anger. "Perhaps I will consider killing everyone to avoid having another fight with your zombies."
He didn't even notice how the other party left, nor did he realize why the conversation and 'fight' between the two didn't attract anyone. The last sentence might just be a threat, but he couldn't be sure. Moreover, whether it was instinct
Or something else, a voice told Hakum that many of the things the women said, including the fate of the Sachi who were taken away, were probably true.
The leader of the Sand Scorpion pressed his forehead and temples on both sides with his right hand, closed his eyes and gasped. He slowly raised his clenched left fist, and while roaring angrily, he hammered the ground with all his strength.
The remaining unwillingness was vented with this blow. He knew that he had no third option. At least one thing the woman said was right, they were warriors, and it was easier to accept death in battle than being made undead by a wizard.
Moreover, even if they do not belong to the same tribe - letting others desecrate the people of the wasteland will still bring terrible disasters, Hakum believes so.
He sighed heavily, climbed up, and stretched his hand towards the door of the house.