Chapter 262: I, Gervas, Have Arrived!

The reality was no different; next, the Third Elder, though leading the remaining Silver Moon warriors, sought to carve a breakout path for Freya and the heirs.

Yet in the end, the Silver Moon warriors were nearly all dead or wounded, and the path still failed to open successfully.

At this moment, the Silver Moon Tribe's original four hundred had dwindled to fewer than a hundred, and they were now completely surrounded by the attackers!

"Lacelle, I now give you a chance: choose to surrender obediently, and I will spare your lives!"

"You know me? Who exactly are you?"

Lacelle was indeed the Third Elder's name; hearing the other call out, the Third Elder's eyes turned bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the speaker.

If this had been a surprise attack by humans, even if he died in battle, he would have died without regret.

But to die at the hands of his own tribe members, he could never close his eyes in peace.

"Me? Then let me show you! Haha!"

Seeing the situation was already decided, the leader of the attackers who had earlier led the team to eliminate the ridge-top sentries slowly removed his mask.

"Dacher! It's you! You people are from the Black Tiger Tribe?!"

In the next instant, the Third Elder cried out in shock.

The other tribe heirs were likewise incredulous.

The Black Tiger Tribe was one of the three most powerful tribes in the alliance, alongside the Black Panther and Silver Wolf Tribes.

No one could have ever imagined that it was the Black Tiger Tribe that betrayed the Great Chief of the Silver Moon.

"That's right, it is me; very surprised, aren't you?" Dacher sneered coldly.

"Why?" the Third Elder's eyes were filled with accusation and incomprehension.

The Great Chief of the Silver Moon had been very gentle toward the three major tribes.

Indeed, the very reason the Silver Moon Tribe could integrate all the large and small tribes was due to the unwavering support of those three major tribes.

"Why? Because we believe the Silver Moon Tribe is no longer worthy of leading the entire tribal alliance!"

"For the sake of a few tribal children, they actually abandoned the lands already conquered!"

"Therefore, we of the Black Tiger Tribe have decided to step forward and become the alpha wolf leading the tribal alliance toward prosperity!"

"Dacher, the Great Chief's decision was made with the consent of all the chiefs, and moreover, your Black Tiger Tribe's heir was among them; why do you not mention that?"

"A few heirs! What does that matter? It's all because the Great Chief of the Silver Moon is incompetent!" Dacher scoffed.

The Third Elder trembled with rage. "Dacher, do not speak so nobly; your Black Tiger Tribe has simply grown more ambitious and wants to rule the tribes, has it not?!"

"Furthermore, you wish to kill Princess Freya, thinking that by killing the Silver Moon heirs you can replace the Silver Moon Tribe's status? You are dreaming; our Great Chief of the Silver Moon long ago stated that the position of Great Chief of the alliance will not be passed down by bloodline in the future, but will go to whoever is capable."

"Therefore, whether it is the Black Panther Tribe or the Silver Wolf Tribe, both have a chance to obtain it; if you want to be the alpha wolf, then wait until you can defeat the other two tribes first!"

"Haha! Third Elder, you are truly senile! Do you think we of the Black Tiger Tribe need such trouble, slowly waiting for the Great Chief of the Silver Moon to grow old?"

"No! Let me tell you! After you die, you will have died at the hands of nobles; at that time, we of the Black Tiger Tribe will propose launching war again!"

"By then, after you tribes and the kingdom nobles have fought each other to mutual destruction, no one will be able to stop the Black Tiger Tribe's advance?" Dacher laughed.

"You... Dacher, does your Black Tiger Tribe wish to become the traitor of the entire tribal alliance?!" The Third Elder could never have imagined the Black Tiger Tribe would devise such a ruthless scheme.

How many tribal warriors would have to be sacrificed to weaken the strength of all the tribes?

A few thousand? A few ten thousand? Or even over a hundred thousand?

"Enough, old thing; now that you know the truth, you may die in peace!" Dacher had achieved his goal, finally venting the frustration of being suppressed by the Silver Moon Tribe in days past.

He immediately decided not to delay further: "Kill them all; except for that Silver Moon Princess, leave not a single one alive!"

"Kill!"

In an instant, the Black Tiger warriors launched another assault.

And the remaining hundred-plus Silver Moon warriors clearly could not hold them off.

Freya trembled as she placed the short blade against her heart.

Although the enemy had spoken of keeping her alive, Freya knew clearly they did not intend to let her go.

Rather, they planned to torture her before killing her.

Therefore, while she still had the chance, her best choice was to end her own life, sparing herself from unbearable humiliation.

The sharp blade tip drew ever closer to her heart, and many images flashed through Freya's mind.

There were images of her mother, and also of her father.

Suddenly, there was also that figure from these past few days who looked fierce but was merely threatening without acting.

"Farewell!"

Taking a deep breath, Freya's eyes suddenly hardened with resolve.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Plop plop plop!

"Ah, enemies! We have enemies behind us!"

"Damn it! It's the kingdom army!"

Just as Freya was preparing to bid farewell to this world, cries of alarm suddenly erupted all around.

"Kill! Warriors of Stormhold, slaughter all these tribal scum who seek to frame us!"

"Kill!"

In the next instant, an even louder war cry rose from outside the camp perimeter.

Those Black Tiger Tribe soldiers who had been pressing them step by step suddenly grew panicked.

And at this moment, another voice came through.

This voice reached Freya's ears yet sounded like heavenly music, making her feel tears welling in her eyes.

"Haha! Friends of the Silver Moon Tribe, do not fear; I, Gervas, have come to save you!"

"Ah! It is Gervas, that damned noble devil!"

"It's him! He summoned the Divine Punishment, broke through our tribe's main camp, and even defeated our tribe's strongest bloodline warrior!"

"Run!"

A man's name is like a tree's shadow.

Although Gervas is infamous within the tribal alliance,

this is not without its benefits.

At the very least, those who believe it blindly feel instinctive fear upon seeing Gervas.

Especially the captured heirs, in an effort to save face, greatly exaggerated the combat power of Gervas and the Storm Soldiers.

The term "Divine Punishment" in particular was seized upon and talked up endlessly.

Because such a thing is hard to verify and cannot be exposed as a lie.

Even the tribal leaders, upon hearing this, tacitly approved of the heirs' actions.

But now, the result is that the soldiers of the Black Tiger Tribe truly fear Gervas will summon the Divine Punishment.

"Damn it, hold your ground! No one is allowed to retreat or flee! Whoever retreats, I will kill!" Seeing the situation about to spiral out of control, Dacher screamed threats with a hoarse voice.

Boom!

However, just as he was about to regain control of the scene, a loud roar suddenly erupted.

In the midst of the Black Tiger warriors, a burst of sparks exploded.

Instantly, four or five Black Tiger warriors were blown away.

"Ah! Divine Punishment! This is the Divine Punishment! Everyone, run!"

At this, the entire Black Tiger camp truly collapsed.

Before, the Divine Punishment was merely hearsay.

But now, seeing it with their own eyes, even if Dacher shouted until his throat burst, he could not stop their terror.

Death is death anyway; dying by human hands is better than dying beneath the Divine Punishment.

"Warriors of the Silver Moon Tribe, our reinforcements have arrived! Kill all these damn Black Tiger scum!"

Seeing the tide turn and his group miraculously find a way out of a desperate situation, the Third Elder trembled with excitement.

He immediately led his subordinates to launch a counterattack.

And he found that for the first time, he felt joy at the words "human nobility."

Especially the three characters "Gervas," which filled him with an excitement unlike anything he had ever felt before!