The Leon Savanna, the Vierlin Plains, the Western Continent.
The place that had been flourishing with water and grass was now a dead land.
Excessive hunting had caused the Spotted Bison and Horned Antelope herds, a common source of fine animal protein, to vanish. Instead, half-eaten corpses could be seen everywhere, and vultures, which had been rare due to the lack of food, began to circle the skies all day long, their numbers and size increasing visibly.
The docile nonhumans who had lived in the Leon Savanna for generations were left homeless, while the nonhumans who were known for their savagery and savagery developed like never before.
Thanks to the disappearance of the herbivores, the weeds that had no natural predators began to grow wildly, forcibly turning the plains into a green sea of waist-high weeds. Still, there was no vigor like there should have been in the past, with only the cries of insects instead adding a deathly stillness.
At the moment, every bit of air in the Leon Savanna seemed to be filled with the stench of carnivores.
There was no doubt that everything began with the coup of the Grayclaw tribe.
Swordtail Grayclaw, who had never been able to ascend to the position of chief had grasped a spell of unknown origin and easily cursed all the rebels of the Grayclaw tribe. Even his elder brother, Zonyan Grayclaw, had fallen off a cliff in a duel against him, his fate unknown.
The Grayclaw tribe, on the other hand, was acknowledged as the royal tribe of all nonhumans since ancient times.
From the moment he became chief of the Grayclaw tribe, Swordtail held authority over the lives and deaths of all nonhumans.
To solidify his authority, he willfully recruited and indulged the nonhumans who were known as a warring race, banishing, oppressing and enslaving those who could not resist, completely crushing the peace that generations of chiefs of the Grayclaw tribe had painstakingly built, with every nonhuman living near the Vierlin Mountains greatly affected.
Some of the oppressed nonhumans had tried to resist, but Swordtail Grayclaw himself was too powerful after learning some unknown spell. Even Zonyan Grayclaw was no match for him, let alone the warriors of ordinary tribes. At the same time, he had roped in those warring and vicious warring races, and the other nonhuman tribes were no match for him even if they banded together. Moreover, without a leader who was willing to unite the oppressed, they were simply too weak to withstand a single blow, which was why they could only swallow their anger and live on for the sake of their tribe's survival.
However, there was a limit to this situation.
Rangka, the elder of the Long Ears, had assumed that the limit would be reached when all the oppressed nonhumans could no longer live and were forced to unite in resistance. He was a little expectant, since the strange humans who called themselves Players had improved the Long Ears' lives after they arrived at the Long Ears' encampment. Moreover, the Players themselves had extraordinary mobility and were not afraid of responsibility, making them the best candidates to lead the oppressed nonhumans in resistance!
Their battle prowess had also been displayed during the siege of the Tigermen Village. Their strength far surpassed that of ordinary non-humans.
Rangka's limited knowledge would never allow him to understand how frightening those so-called 'skills' were, but he was more knowledgeable than most Long Ears since he had once led a team to sell seafood to human nobles. He understood that the Players' power came from the gods (although he was still curious as to why the Players would worship a ball so madly), and was clearly much better than nonhumans who could only awaken their ancient bloodlines or pray to their ancestors for blessings.
If they were truly willing to fight for the nonhumans, even if they could not overthrow Swordtail Grayclaw's rule, they would definitely be able to improve the lives of the oppressed nonhumans. Ke Yuan
However, Rangka never imagined that the Grayclaw's alliance of carnivorous nonhumans would be the first to reach the 'limit'.
In the first place, they had been roped in by Swordtail Grayclaw and a loose alliance that was glued together by force.
At first, they had plenty of water and food, and they could casually beat up the little kids (docile nonhumans) when they were free, eating half of the prey they caught when they were in the mood and throwing the other half away. They did not have to follow the strict orders of the previous Grayclaw chief to not waste food as much as possible, which was why they were naturally immeasurably happy and had no problems.
Be that as it may, the consequences of such a lifestyle were that the docile nonhumans who made a living as herders and farmers were driven out of the Vierlin Plains. Aside from their livestock being slaughtered in large numbers, even the native wild species of the Leon Savanna were hunted to excess. By the time they came to their senses, the ecological balance of the plains was completely broken, and even the top carnivores such as wild coyotes and saber-toothed lions were mostly eaten by the nonhumans, let alone herbivores …
Having lost their source of food, the carnivorous nonhumans were naturally restless. If not for the Tigermen and Hyena-men, who were equally ferocious eaters, being almost wiped out in the previous battle, they would have reached their limit much earlier.
In the end, that restlessness finally erupted yesterday.
A Gnoll attacked the Curls who had been driven to the edge of the Vierlin Plains, and ate their kin alive as the Sheepfolk watched in horror.
The restlessness of the Vierlin Plains reached its peak at once.
Even if they hadn't met and made a pact, the docile herbivorous nonhumans had tacitly banded together to repel the carnivorous nonhumans that might come.
While the carnivorous nonhumans would still reluctantly obey Swordtail Grayclaw's orders, hunger was driving them apart. Several major tribes began to stray away from the core of the Vierlin Plains in search of easier herbivorous nonhumans to attack.
The nonhuman tribes that had united under the Grayclaw tribe's efforts over hundreds of years fell apart because of Swordtail Grayclaw's ascension, and a bloody predation pushed them into two opposing extremes.
"There's no need to hesitate now that things have come to this! There was a time when I believed in our ancestors and yearned for their protection, but they didn't choose the Long Ears in the end! "
Rangka exclaimed passionately at his elder brother, the Long Ears' leader. "Now is the best time for us to show our loyalty to the Church of Games! They are the true saviors of the world! They are the only ones who could save us now! "
"Calm down, Rangka." The Long Ears' leader said. "The saviors you speak of are still holding that banquet that has been going on for three days."
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