The Long Ears' village was located on a reef not far from the Dark Tide Coast. The land was high and faced the sea, and there were no flowers blooming in the warm spring, which meant that everyone had a sea-view house.
But that wasn't a good thing.
The reef that was more than twenty meters above sea level wouldn't guarantee the safety of the village.
Natural disasters and tsunamis aside, the extreme distance meant that even sea beasts that could temporarily leave the water would have the chance to attack them. After all, climbing the reef or simply leaping twenty meters above sea level wasn't difficult for most sea beasts or monsters that had suction cups over their bodies.
Any tribal chief with normal intelligence wouldn't choose to set up camp here.
The chief of the Long Ears was no fool — he had no choice but to station his tribesmen here.
The other places in the Vierlin Plains were either occupied by other nonhumans or turned into their hunting grounds. And yet, the Long Ears were one of the weakest of all nonhuman tribes — it wasn't because they had few young adults, but because they weren't physically strong and didn't have any special abilities on the surface — they didn't have the ability to compete with other nonhumans for living space.
That was why the Long Ears' living space was naturally occupied by others, and in the end, they had to settle in such a remote and dangerous place.
"Chief, we can't go on like this. Three people have died in just a month because they've been gathering seafood!" A middle-aged man with gray rabbit ears said in dissatisfaction. "The children don't even have enough food, let alone repopulating! It's hard to say if they could live to adulthood! If this continues, the Long Ears would be wiped out in a few years! "
"Don't worry, Rangka. This is only temporary, and I'll definitely find a way for our tribe to live peacefully. You have to believe me!"
The other Rabbit-Eared man who was talking to the middle-aged Rabbit-Eared man was the chief of the Long Ears' tribe. He resembled Rangka in appearance but was a little older. Though he was rather scrawny, he was so tall that he almost didn't look like a Rabbit-Eared man, and he was holding a long yellow staff in his large, calloused hand.
That was the symbol of the chief of the Rabbitmen. Legend had it that it was made from the first magical plant 'Amarante Hollow Bamboo' that the first Rabbitman chief planted in their homeland.
One should also mention that while that thing sounded impressive, there was nothing special about it, and was merely a symbol of status.
There was an undisguisable weariness on the Long Ears' chief's face, and it was clear that he hadn't had a good sleep for a long time. Still, there was no despair in his eyes, and he said determinedly, "We just have to endure a little more …"
"Brother! If this continues, ordinary tribesmen wouldn't be able to take it, even if we don't! " Rangka stared at the chief hesitantly, but eventually gritted his teeth and said what was in his heart.
"Are we really not going to surrender to the Grayclaw tribe? The Long Ears may not have any fighting ability, but they are still one of the three oldest nonhuman races … as long as we give in, wouldn't they stand up for us out of respect for their ancestors? Even if we can't reclaim our original land, it would be good if we could leave this damned place and settle down in a more fertile land! "
"Rangka, I know you have such thoughts because you're worried about your people. I can forgive you this time, but don't mention anything about defecting again."
The Rabbitman chief and Rangka's elder brother said with a rare stern tone. "The Grayclaws have changed! We mustn't mingle with them, and we mustn't bow and scrape to them! Even if the Rabbitmen haven't reached the point where we would never be slaves, we can't surrender to those who would betray the glory of our ancestors! "
"Betray the glory of our ancestors? Brother, are you saying … "
Rangka looked at the meaningful gaze in the Rabbitman's eyes and appeared to understand something at once, showing a look of disbelief.
But before he could say anything, a gloomy and ruthless voice spoke from not far behind them.
"Glory of our ancestors, my foot! Looks like Swordtail was right — you Long Ears wouldn't behave even if you're chased to a place like this! "
The two Long-Ears Rabbitmen did not notice anyone approaching at all, and promptly turned in shock to find that two figures had appeared less than three hundred meters behind them at some point.
One of them was a nonhuman who looked no different from the werewolves depicted in novels, except that he had a bright red mane from the top of his head all the way down his spine to the base of his tail.
Rangka knew that fellow. He was Nedlan the Bloodclaw, the infamous leader of the treacherous Gray Werewolves!
He must have been the one who said those words just now.
The other was a nonhuman who was almost three meters tall and expressionless like a tiger's head, but his cold gaze alone left the Long Ears feeling immeasurably stifled and terrified. If one looked closely, they would find that his two huge canine teeth had exceeded the limit that his upper and lower lips could accommodate. They protruded from the outer edge of his lower jaw like a short knife, adding a bit of ferocity to his appearance.
Rangka hadn't seen him before, but he remembered the rumor that the Mountain Tigers of the Vierlin Plains had recently appeared a Tigerman warrior of ancient Sabertooth bloodline.
"This is the hunting ground of the Long Ears!" Even though the Long Ears' chief's face was ashen, he stood up against the pressure the two Rabbitmen were exerting on him and asked them directly, "What business do you have here?"
"Hmph. Fierce, but that's all there is to it …"
Blood-clawed Nedlan licked his sharp claws and glanced at his companion warily. "Are you going to do it, or should I?"
"You go. I'm not interested in bullying the weak." The Tigerman warrior said flatly.
Hence, Nedlan laughed shrilly and lunged at the Rabbitman chief. "I'm here to take your lives by order of King Swordtail! Blame yourselves for being such an eyesore even though you're so weak! "
His claws were sharper than a dagger, and his scarlet nails resembled splatters of blood when he swung them, which was how he got the name Bloodclaw.
And yet, the Rabbitman chief that he saw as weak was brandishing a thin bamboo pole, relying on his nimble and unusual movements to hold his own against Nedlan's strength. Even so, Nedlan's arm, body and face were left with several red-green marks from the pole, and it stung painfully. Even so, his claws did not even touch the corner of Nedlan's clothes!
That fellow was unexpectedly strong, and Nedlan had been fooled by his bamboo-like appearance!
"Damn it —!" But just as Nedlan was about to fight to the death in his rage, his companion punched him and sent him flying far away.
"Stop. You're no match for that fellow."
The Tigerman warrior was finally interested, and looked at the Rabbitman chief with interest. "You're not bad. Would you like to be my subordinate? I could ask Mister Swordtail to spare you. "
"Apologies, but I refuse," the Rabbitman said without hesitation.
"That's a shame." With that, the Tigerman warrior assumed a fighting stance and swung his hammer at the Rabbitman chief.
Unlike Nedlan the Bloodclaw's vicious and swift attacks, the Tigerman used brute force to break through technique without any tricks.
More frighteningly, not only did his bulging muscles fill his every move with power, it even gave him unparalleled explosive power. His attacks were not fluid at all, and there was almost no technique for 'combo' or 'pursuit', but each of his movements were as swift as an explosion and filled with power!
After dodging several times and being forced into a corner, the Rabbitman chief was sent flying by a single punch even though he blocked with all his might. Moreover, unlike when he had attacked Nedlan, the blow had directly shattered more than a fifth of his bones, and he was basically dead without a witch doctor or medicinal herbs to heal him.
"Brother!" Rangka exclaimed in grief as he picked up the Rabbitman chief who was coughing blood on the ground. "How are you?"
"I have to use martial arts … to bring smiles to my people …" The Rabbitman handed his scepter to Rangka with all his might, and stopped breathing in his friend's arms.
"So, what do you plan to do?" The Tigerman stared at Rangka's contorted expression and asked flatly. "Our promise just now still stands. Are you going to inherit that fellow's will, or swear fealty to me?"
Rangka held his scepter in silence for a long time, before suddenly laughing mournfully.
"If that's the case, there's only one choice!" He rose to his feet and broke the scepter over his knee, before turning to the Tigerman. "And that is to swear fealty to you!"
"Hahaha!" The Tigerman laughed. "Looks like you Rabbitmen are quite interesting! How interesting! I've changed my mind — I won't wipe out your race!! "
Rangka lowered his body slightly, waiting for the Tigerman's words like a loyal subject awaiting his reward.
"From now on, you're the new chief of the Rabbitmen!" The Tigerman wasn't stingy at all, and promised him the position of chief.
But just as the farce was about to end, a voice suddenly spoke from the fork leading to the Dark Tidal Coast.
"Swordtail's men? You people really like the drama of brothers fighting each other. Is it because of Swordtail's bad taste? "
"What?" The Tiger Man turned his head and looked in that direction, and then his pupils slightly enlarged.
Zonyan Grayclaw, the rightful heir of the Grayclaw tribe whom Swordtail claimed to be dead, was slowly making his way towards them. "I had only wanted to rest and reorganize here with the Long Ears to prepare for the journey ahead. But now, it seems that believer of the God of Games and the Players' first battle in the Western Continent shall be your sacrifice."
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CHAPTER 207 - Death
Brothers fighting each other
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