Chapter 291

The expressions of all the priest chiefs have become serious; when it comes to that group of demi-humans in the Abelion Hills, no amount of caution and seriousness is too much.

As the first topic, there is indeed nothing more important than this matter.

Wind Priest Chief Dominic feels the probing gazes of the crowd and speaks with a dark face: "The Thousand-Mile Astrologer of the 【Black Scripture】, in the recent mission of monitoring the hilly region, accidentally discovered the situation of multiple demi-human races uniting."

The air goes quiet.

"Demi-human race union?"

"Did they see it wrong? How could the relationship between those demi-humans unite?"

"Could it be a situation where those weak demi-human tribes are attached to powerful tribes?"

"............"

Sounds of discussion arise.

The priest chiefs are clearly somewhat surprised by this situation; they can be considered "old friends" with that group in the hilly region.

Not to say they know everything, but they possess a lot of intelligence, and it is somewhat hard to imagine that these demi-humans would actually unite.

Slap!

A powerful palm presses on the table, making a muffled sound, returning the air to silence.

"Alright, since it is the detection result of the Thousand-Mile Astrologer, then presumably there is no possibility of seeing it wrong."

Earth Priest Chief Lei Meng speaks expressionlessly, "What is the specific situation?"

This is a strong priest chief who is relatively young compared to the other priest chiefs and has sharp eyes; he looks only about 40 years old and is a middle-aged man with a tough and serious aura.

This person was once a member of the most mysterious 【Black Scripture】 among the Six-Colored Scripture troops; compared to everyone present, he has a better understanding and recognition of the Thousand-Mile Astrologer's ability.

"According to the oral account of the Thousand-Mile Astrologer, the currently known united demi-human races are: the Blue Maggot tribe, the Ogre tribe, the Pandes tribe, the Demon-Manifestation tribe, and the Iron Rat-man tribe."

The originally calm faces of the priest chiefs change, and at the same time, they raise their eyes, staring at Wind Priest Chief Dominic in surprise.

They originally thought the so-called "demi-human race union" was only two or three races, and even guessed it was the weak demi-human races in the hilly region.

Yet they didn't expect them all to be powerful races!

Wind Priest Chief Dominic seems not to have noticed everyone's surprise and continues to speak in a cold voice:

"Currently, I have arranged for the Thousand-Mile Astrologer to focus on monitoring the hilly region, based on past and currently known intelligence analysis."

"The number of the 5 united demi-human races is unknown; in terms of powerhouses, those who have reached the fourth-tier magic level are the Pandes Mother, the Blue Maggot King, and the Demon-Manifestation tribe has two people."

"Hero Realm powerhouse level: 'Ten Greats of the Demi-humans' Demon-Manifestation Queen 'Ice-Flame-Thunder', Iron Rat-man King 'Gray King'."

"The situation of the Ogre tribe is unknown; there has never been any sign of unification before, and it is suspected that a powerful Ogre superior species is controlling the Ogre tribe, suspected to be one of either the Water Elemental Ogre 'Taki' or the Earth Elemental Ogre 'Dui'."

Speaking of this.

Wind Priest Chief Dominic looks at the other priest chiefs who have fallen silent, leans forward slightly, and says coldly: "I have said long ago that this group of damn alien races in the hilly region needs to be solved."

"Maintaining chaos might be a strategy, but once a 'wise man' is born among the demi-humans, or the feat of the Hill Dwarves completing unification 200 years ago appears."

Once these words were spoken.

Several priest chiefs frown slightly, but more of them have a bad mood after hearing this news.

Dark Priest Chief Maximilian speaks: "Alright, Dominic, this strategy is the joint decision of successive priest chiefs."

This is an old man wearing glasses with a refined appearance, coming from the "Judiciary" institution, one of the three major institutions. Several magic books are floating around him, which is a magic tool made by improving the "Floating Board."

The other priest chiefs nod imperceptibly; they agree with this strategy of the successive priest chiefs.

As the chosen people of the gods, humans are still too weak.

The priest chiefs who know the nature of "humans" know that once they are in a comfortable environment, "infighting," "laziness," "ease," and "selfishness" will become the main themes.

The existence of demi-humans in the hilly region is a warning bell.

At least.

Judging from the current development of the Holy Kingdom, it meets their expectations, and in terms of comprehensive national strength and military strength, it exceeds other countries.

Of course, they also see another possibility at present—the Baharuth Empire!

Under the leadership of an "eccentric" and an excellent "king," it has radiated a result far beyond their expectations.

"Too strange."

"It's simply like nonsense; not to mention the appearance of these demi-human races, just in terms of habits, there is no possibility of a union."

Light Priest Chief Ion extends a withered finger and taps the table forcefully.

This is a gaunt figure whose skin moisture seems to have long since evaporated, and his wrinkled cheeks give people a treacherous feeling.

If it weren't for the mark of the Light Priest Chief on his body, I'm afraid anyone who saw the other's appearance would suspect that this person is the real Dark Priest Chief.

Earth Priest Chief Lei Meng: "Regardless of whether it is strange, this problem has now appeared; this group of demi-humans gathered together already has the ability to easily destroy cities and break through national defense lines."

"That's right."

Dark Priest Chief Maximilian continues seriously: "The most critical problem is that once a trend is formed, there is indeed a possibility of unifying the demi-humans in the hilly region."

The priest chiefs' faces become increasingly serious; they realize that if they continue to let it go, it will likely become a big trouble.

Suddenly.

Water Priest Chief Cedran, who has been silent, coughs softly to attract everyone's attention; this is also an old man, whose age is so great that one can no longer tell his age, and even his entire skin presents a unique earthy color.

Water Priest Chief Cedran's half-squinted eyes flash with wise light, and he says slowly: "We shouldn't be the ones most worried right now, should we?"

"The Holy Kingdom is closest to the hills; don't tell me they don't know anything right now."

The Abelion Hills are directly adjacent to the Holy Kingdom; although the Slane Theocracy is located to the east of the hilly region, it has the barrier of mountains, so there is no need to worry too much about safety issues.

Mentioning the "Holy Kingdom."

Some of the priest chiefs present are expressionless, some have cold eyes, and some make an imperceptible hum.

As a Holy Kingdom with a strong religious atmosphere, normally speaking, the relationship with the Slane Theocracy should be good.

But the reality is.

Although the relationship between the two countries cannot be described as extremely bad, they do not get along; this problem is relatively complex, if one must bring up one thing as the reason.

That is the problem of faith.

The Slane Theocracy believes in the "Six Great Gods," while the Holy Kingdom believes in the "Four Great Gods"; there are two gods that the Holy Kingdom clearly does not recognize.

"This is the second thing to say." Wind Priest Chief Dominic speaks, takes out several pieces of information recording intelligence from his bosom, and spreads them out on the table.

The other priest chiefs pick up the intelligence to watch one by one, and soon, disgusted anger appears on everyone's faces.

"The hatred with the demi-humans in the hills has lasted for so long, yet these nobles would actually do such a stupid thing."

Light Priest Chief Ion speaks coldly.

Wind Priest Chief Dominic: "Heh, the stupidity and greed of nobles are like a plague; the longer the time, the more serious it becomes."

Dark Priest Chief Maximilian sighs softly: "Because of the existence of that city wall, the comfortable soul will only be corroded by desire again."

"How exactly does Holy Queen Calca manage the country? It took more than two months to deal with that group of nobles, and so much grain entered the hills..." The wrinkles on Light Priest Chief Ion's face become even more wrinkled.

"It can also be considered a good thing."

A faint voice comes, attracting the attention of the priest chiefs.

"At least one point can be determined: the demi-humans in the hilly region will not trade with humans; it should be an outsider... I mean this abnormal situation might be related to this 'outsider'."

Wind Priest Chief Dominic's deep eyes flash slightly: "Relying solely on the aimless detection of the Thousand-Mile Astrologer is limited; we can start from the Holy Kingdom side."

"En."

"Activate the secret agents, first determine the specific situation; we must never let the demi-human races in the Abelion Hills have a chance to unite."

"If there is no movement on the Holy Kingdom side, give them a push, and let the 【Sunlight Scripture】 stand by at any time."

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

"......!"

Abelion Hills.

The sun hangs high, covering the entire sky above the hills, wantonly radiating light and heat.

In a season that should have been rich in rain, there has been no rain for two consecutive months; drought conditions have already emerged, and the moist rainforests, grasslands, and other grounds have become dry.

The rainy season not only brings abundant rain but also allows plants to grow, bringing food to wild beasts and monsters, and lacking this link.

Will quickly cause a chain reaction, leading to a situation of food scarcity.

Great Grassland.

This is an area located in the central region of the hilly region, a huge grassland area occupied by the powerful race of Beast-bodied Quadrupedal Beasts that everyone knows.

At this moment.

A figure exuding a domineering aura walks on the grassland, tall and sturdy, with dark gray fur covering his entire body.

The upper body is the image of a beastman, the face tends toward the "leopard" type, with a pair of downward fangs, while the lower body is the body of a beast.

Rank Lagaindela—King of the Beast-bodied Quadrupedal Beasts.

At this moment.

Rank's face is showing worry, his strong limbs striding, stepping on the dry grassland covered with small cracks, looking up.

In the distance is a lush green scene, but this is just an illusion.

Rank withdraws his gaze, pulls closer, and can clearly see the sparse grass buds on the ground, the height of which is not even half a thumb.

According to the past, the grass on the Great Grassland would have already been a palm high; the current situation is somewhat beyond Rank's long-standing cognition.

Having strength and even the great title of "Magic Claw" that has resounded through the hilly region for 200 years, "Magic Claw" Rank is now rising from the depths of his heart with a worry he has never had before.

The title "Magic Claw" is passed down from generation to generation in the family, and he inherited it from his father.

Since inheriting this title.

"Magic Claw" Rank has had two dreams: one is to prove his strength to other races in the hilly region, worthy of this great title.

The second is to lead the tribe to become more prosperous.

But now a problem that must be faced has appeared before his eyes—food, water!

The food favored by the Beast-bodied Quadrupedal Beast tribe tends toward the meat of cattle and horses, so they raise these livestock on the vast Great Grassland.

"Magic Claw" Rank looks at the sparse grass buds on the ground and knows very well that it is simply not enough to feed these livestock; food scarcity is inevitable!

But that is later; now water is the serious problem.

This kind of unprecedented crisis has no experience to refer to, making "Magic Claw" Rank have an inexplicable sense of panic.

Bang-poof!

Bang-poof!

Violent vibrations come from the grassland, and two equally tall figures run over quickly, forming waves of air where they pass.

The two figures soon appear in front of "Magic Claw" Rank.

"King."

"King."

Two voices sound, one voice is respectful, and the other voice is relatively flat.

The one who makes the respectful voice is of the same race, named Muwa Plaxia, a tribesman worthy of his respect and serious treatment.

His "Magic Claw" fame comes from his predecessors, while the tribesman in front of him gained the title "Black Steel," one of the "Ten Greats of the Demi-humans," by his own strength.

"Magic Claw" Rank looks at the other one.

The other is a half-beastman, similar in appearance to their tribe, but the upper body tends toward the appearance of a human, while the lower body is the strong limbs of a beast version.

Also one of the "Ten Greats of the Demi-humans," with the title "Beast General."

Facing the other's flat attitude.

"Magic Claw" Rank is actually somewhat angry; the reason the other appears here is because the half-beastman tribe is attached to the Beast-bodied Quadrupedal Beast tribe.

Calling him "King" is also just because of the race, not because of strength; if the other were famous for personal strength, he wouldn't mind having a fight to prove his strength.

However, the other is not.

"Beast General" Hekete Weishi is widely known as a famous general who can overcome a 10-fold troop gap, and once he leads an army to fight, he will display terrible ability.

Knowing that the other is not good at personal force, it would be too embarrassing to insist on defeating the other with force.

"King, the tribe has been pacified."

"Now the top priority is to find a water source that can make the tribe completely rest assured." "Black Steel" Muwa catches his breath and speaks.

"If the drought situation continues, the water source must be able to guarantee the long-term supply of the entire tribe."

"Magic Claw" Rank certainly knows this point, but the problem is how to solve it; he subconsciously raises his eyes to look at "Beast General" Hekete Weishi on the side.

"As far as I know, there are two water sources in the hilly region that will not dry up."

"Beast General" Hekete Weishi says in a steady voice, "One is the river left by the northern mountains, and the other is the southern mountains, but there are a large number of tribes gathered near these two mountains."

"The drought situation is becoming more and more serious, and these tribes will definitely try their best to protect their water sources."

(End of chapter)