Origin Force!
Kieran's heart skipped a beat when he thought about it.
He still couldn't understand what Origin Force was but its power was undeniable. If it wasn't for the Prairie King's arrogance, he would have died a long time ago.
Even with [Ring of the Serpent King], he would still be dead.
After all, [Ring of the Serpent King]'s [Skin Molt] had a cooldown.
A week!
It was enough for the Prairie King to tear him into pieces!
Kieran didn't doubt the Prairie King's hatred towards him.
He carefully placed [Unknown Goatskin] into [Crimson Ghost Stomach].
Although the Duke of Zilin beside him should know the Prairie language as well, Kieran would never ask him for guidance.
The Duke of Zilin couldn't earn Kieran's full trust.
Even though the Duke of Zilin presented himself with a sense of honor, it was the same.
More so, Kieran had a better candidate in mind: Mary!
The little girl knew the Prairie language well.
Kieran had confirmed it on his way to Riverdale.
In fact, not only the Prairie language, the little girl even knew a thing or two about the languages of the neighboring countries.
Of course, this was all thanks to his mother.
The mother who was once the First Seat of the Raven Sect spared no effort in teaching her daughter.
And it was a success!
Using the vision of the Fire Raven that returned to the battlefield, Kieran clearly saw what happened outside Thunder Fortress.
The Prairie soldiers were in chaos!
Lapierre's death wasn't quiet, a lot of people saw it.
The general that struck fear into the hearts of the Prairie soldiers was lying dead outside the cowhide tent. His head was separated from his body and his blood was flowing like a stream, soaking the ground.
The vanished white wolf still struck fear into the guards' hearts.
Their shouts attracted more Prairie soldiers to check on the situation.
Then, many of the Prairie soldiers realized something was wrong.
Some of the Prairie leaders didn't show up.
The good fighters from Snake School completed their assassination mission as promised.
The Prairie leaders died in their tents without a sound. When the others came to check, their foreheads and backs were drenched in cold sweat.
"This is the wrath of the Wolf God!
"The Wolf God won't allow us to fight here anymore!"
A guard who saw the white wolf kill Lapierre with his own eyes shouted.
Then, he ran back to his tent, took his warhorse and weapon, and rode towards the direction of the grassland.
It was like a domino.
A small change triggered a chain reaction.
More people followed the example of the guard.
Among them, there was no lack of clan leaders.
The Wolf God had supreme prestige and authority in the prairie. Almost all the prairie people believed in it.
However, greed could contaminate faith.
Some of the tribal leaders retreated with their people, but most of the tribal leaders chose to stay.
They could not bear to part with Warren's wealth.
Those who wanted to leave, those who wanted to stay.
It plunged the entire Prairie Main Camp into chaos, especially those tribes that had lost their leader. They became the root of the chaos.
Their eyes were bloodshot as they stared at the tribal leaders who were still alive.
Some encouraging words were already coming from some places.
"Those big tribes want to swallow us up!"
"Think about the charge a few days ago!"
"They sent our warriors to their deaths and then took our wealth … This time, it will be the same!"
…
The Raven Sect's spies started to move out.
Then, those Prairie soldiers who lost their leader grew even more furious.
They saw what happened a few days ago when the Thunder Fortress was launched. Some of them even had a vested interest in the battle.
The harvest was great.
But once it was lost …
It would be unbearable.
Puk!
Blood gushed out and a head flew up high.
One of the Prairie leader's head was chopped off and the buff man with the scimitar grinned ferociously at the people around him.
"What are you doing, Simon?"
The people around him shouted.
"What am I doing?"
"Warriors of the Thousand Wolves Tribe, are we still waiting for the butcher's knife to fall?"
"Our leader has been killed by these greedy jackals and wolves, are we still going to sit back and do nothing? Are we going to wait for them to divide our horses, weapons, and cattle?"
Simon shouted loudly.
His voice was like a tidal wave, spreading out and silencing the area.
"No!"
"No!"
A few scattered shouts rang out, followed by a massive chorus of cheers.
"Very well, we don't want to be slaughtered, we want to protect our cattle and sheep, we want to return to the Thousand Wolves Prairie, to our fertile land … Whoever dares to stop us will be our enemy!"
The young and ambitious Simon rode on his horse.
His heart was already picturing the scene of him bringing his men back to the prairie and monopolizing the whole piece of land.
However, an arrow shattered the young man's sweet dream.
"Argh!"
Simon covered the poisonous arrow that had pierced through his chest and fell from his horse.
Everyone from the Thousand Wolves Tribe was stunned.
Then, anger filled their hearts. They all looked towards the direction where the arrow had come from. That was their enemy, the Moon Owl tribe that had fought more than ten times for the fertile grassland where the Thousand Wolves tribe was located.
Rage and hatred.
What would they be like when they mixed together?
"Kill!"
A loud shout later, the warriors of the Thousand Wolves Tribe charged towards the Moon Owl Tribe.
Facing the menacing Thousand Wolves Tribe, the Moon Owl Tribe who had their leader killed by Simon didn't show any weakness at all.
New grudges and old grudges, what else was there to say?
The other tribe leaders looked at each other, noticing the vigilance and malicious intent on each other's faces.
At that moment, only the Prairie King could calm the chaos.
With his own prestige and strength.
It was a pity …
The Prairie King was dead.
Chaos unavoidably engulfed the entire Prairie main camp.
…
Thunder Fortress saw the chaos.
They were prepared for it.
But they were still anxious and fearful.
Donning a suit of armor that didn't fit her, Mary rode on a white horse and looked at the warriors.
She glanced over each and every one of them.
Anxious and fearful, she could feel it too.
But it wasn't an excuse for her to give up.
2567 had done enough for her.
From now on, she would do it herself.
She took a deep breath.
The little girl shouted loudly.
"Everyone, our chance has come!"
"This is our only chance!"
Behind us are the civilians who haven't retreated yet. Among them, there might be your family, neighbors, friends, or even lovers! In front of us are the chaotic enemies. Some of them might be killed by us with a single strike or they might devour us … I can't tell you more but I can assure you that we will not rejoice on the battlefield of victory, we will reunite in the land of the dead! "
"I swear in the name of the heir to the throne of Warren, Mary James!"
A young voice echoed throughout Thunder Fortress.
Tssk Gak!
The simple gate of Thunder Fortress opened up amidst the whirring noise.
A white horse carrying the young female Knight sprinted out like an arrow.
Behind them …
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