Chapter 1086: Changing Allegiance

The speaker is one of the Charm Tribe's Great Emperor Ancestors; his whole body is shrouded in a layer of red mist, but even just his voice seems capable of hooking souls and seizing spirits.

The Charm Tribe is one of the two great races famed alongside the Spirit Tribe, both renowned for their extraordinary beauty.

However, unlike the noble and aloof Spirit Tribe, the Charm Tribe embodies the most primal allure that makes one's blood surge.

It is said that the Charm Tribe is born with a bloodline talent to enchant all beings, an existence comparable to illusionary arts.

Among the many sub-tribes of the Ancient Tribe, the Charm Tribe is considered an especially unique existence.

How to put it? The Ancient Tribe's attitude toward the Charm Tribe is nothing like how they treat ordinary sub-tribes.

Not only do they receive exceptional treatment, but they also need not offer resources; instead, the Ancient Tribe often supports the Charm Tribe.

At this moment, upon hearing this Charm Tribe ancestor speak, several Ancient Tribe ancestors flashed a look of affection in their eyes.

It's clear that these few individuals harbor designs toward this Charm Tribe ancestor.

Although the Charm Tribe appears incredibly alluring, their innate arrogance is in no way inferior to that of the Spirit Tribe.

Moreover, the Charm Tribe excels at playing with people's hearts, so the Ancient Tribe has yet to gain any benefit from them; it's more like being toyed with and applauded.

Nevertheless, the Charm Tribe ancestor's words still delighted the Ancient Tribe greatly.

"Haha, good."

The assembled Ancient Tribe ancestors burst into loud laughter, seeing that the Charm Tribe is indeed still loyal to our Ancient Tribe.

With the Charm Tribe ancestor's opening, the other great sub-tribes, though reluctant, had no choice and all expressed willingness to contribute a portion of their Luck Power to the Ancient Tribe.

They obtained some Luck Power from their own sub-tribes, which temporarily alleviated the urgent crisis.

However, once this matter got out, the Ancient Tribe's face was obviously lost.

"What did you say? The Ancient Tribe is borrowing Luck Power from its own sub-tribes?"

"Yeah, it's said they even wrote an IOU."

"An IOU? They're playing this so elaborately?"

"Hah, truly the more one lives, the more regressed—being an Upper Tribe yet borrowing Luck Power from a sub-tribe is outright ridiculous."

"Exactly; even if they just snatched it outright, I'd still look down on them a notch."

Even the other four Hegemonic Clans allied with the Ancient Tribe, upon hearing this news, felt utter contempt.

Really, the Ancient Tribe's handling of this is embarrassing—borrowing from its own sub-tribe; you'd be better off just snatching it.

Yet the Ancient Tribe offered no explanation at all, or perhaps they simply didn't know how to explain it.

By now, silence might be the best choice.

Meanwhile, at the Charm Tribe Ancestral Land, after the meeting concluded, several Charm Tribe ancestors sat together in a circle.

The red mist around them faded; that absolutely beautiful visage truly could hook souls and seize spirits, as if a single glance could make one lose themselves.

"Why did you agree just now?"

One of the ancestors, looking puzzled at the one who had just spoken, asked.

Just now they hadn't even reacted when this ancestor agreed to the Ancient Tribe, leaving them no chance to stop it.

In response, that ancestor laughed coquettishly.

"Given the situation then, were there really any other options?"

"But we didn't have to be the ones to speak out; couldn't others have spoken instead?"

"Now then, a third of the Luck Power is just being given away for free to this bunch of trash?"

In their words, several Charm Tribe ancestors clearly held little respect for the Ancient Tribe.

To the Charm Tribe, the present Ancient Tribe is nothing but a bunch of trash.

The Five Hegemonic Clans joined forces, yet the Human Race has reduced them to this state—if not trash, what else could they be?

Upon hearing this, that Charm Tribe ancestor's smile did not fade as she continued.

"We agreed, but we never said we actually had to give it."

"What do you mean?"

"The Ancient Tribe has no future; I think we should consider changing our allegiance."

"Huh???"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Charm Tribe ancestors present all stared in shock.

"This idea............."

"Changing allegiance is possible, but whom should we choose?"

The Charm Tribe need not worry about finding no one to take them in; just like the Spirit Tribe, there are many strong ones who could rule them as their Upper Tribe.

The Six Great Hegemonic Clans—if the Charm Tribe is willing, likely none would refuse.

After all, the Charm Tribe's strength is not weak; with five Great Emperor Ancestors in the tribe plus their innate Charm Power, any man of any race would likely be unable to refuse.

"Since we must choose, we naturally ought to pick the strongest—how about the Human Race?"

"The Human Race? Their situation................"

"Sending charcoal in the snow is naturally stronger than adding flowers to brocade."

"This..........."

Upon hearing the suggestion to choose the Human Race, the five Charm Tribe ancestors fell silent—could this work?

Although the Human Race now shows strength, making the Ancient Tribe suffer repeatedly, after all they still face the coordinated assault of the Five Great Hegemonic Clans.

Can they really hold out to the end and achieve victory?

If any mishap occurs midway, then at this point the Charm Tribe's choice of the Human Race would likewise entail a heavy price.

This can be said to be a grand gamble.

However, this statement is not without reason; sending charcoal in the snow is definitely stronger than adding flowers to brocade.

At this point, choosing the Human Race—if they win, the Charm Tribe would surely gain even greater benefits.

Facing this high-stakes gamble, all the Charm Tribe elders fell into silence; this decision is not easy to make.

There's no foolproof plan in this world; one always has to take a gamble. Anyway, I think the Human Race is pretty good—at least far superior to those Ancient Tribe good-for-nothings.

The elder who had spoken earlier continued, his words seemingly free of much hesitation.

Following that elder's words, after a long while, the other four Charm Tribe elders also nodded.

Fine, but how are we supposed to make contact with the Human Race? Right now we don't even know their whereabouts.

That's simple—just ask the Spirit Tribe; they surely know.

Okay.

Since a decision has been made, three Charm Tribe elders led people away secretly from the ancestral land, heading for the Spirit Tribe in hopes of contacting the Human Race.

The Ancient Tribe never expected that the first to voice support for them, the Charm Tribe, would already have made a decision to betray.

And the target just happens to be their mortal enemy, the Human Race.

At this moment the Ancient Tribe is still immersed in the joy of having resolved the matter, especially the Charm Tribe's stance, which has many of its powerhouses daydreaming.

Does the Charm Tribe's attitude today amount to an endorsement of the Ancient Tribe?

In that case, will the Charm Tribe in the future become a forbidden love for the Ancient Tribe, just like the Spirit Tribe?

To be honest, there's one thing the Ancient Tribe truly envies about the Human Race: the Spirit Tribe.

As a race whose beauty is no inferior to that of the Charm Tribe, the Spirit Tribe's attitude toward the Human Race is completely different from that of the Charm Tribe.

Look at them—they're practically being devoured by the Human Race; and look at the Charm Tribe, although it's a Sub Tribe of the Ancient Tribe, after all these years even the Ancient Tribe's elders have never gotten a taste of meat.

But now this hope has arrived; even the Ancient Tribe's elders can't help feeling secretly excited, suggesting that once the ancestral land ends, it will be time to increase contact.