Chapter 179
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Noticing that the Berserker's eyes were starting to waver, Long Bufan drank a mouthful of rice wine, licked his lips, and quickly continued to tempt him.
"My territory is a fertile plain, surrounded by mountains and rivers. There is enough space for your tribe to cultivate and be self-sufficient. As for the living materials you currently lack, all of this can be solved as long as you follow me to Storm City. Your warriors will no longer have to sacrifice their precious lives in exchange for a pitiful amount of daily necessities. You will also no longer have to worry about losing your mind after going berserk. Protect the pride of the Berserker Tribe!
If someone ridicules you, you will no longer have to feel inferior and run away. Instead, use your Berserker abilities to tell them that you Berserkers are the strongest warrior tribe in the Firmament and Continent, not those mindless beasts of the past. "
After listening to Long Bufan's passionate speech, the two elders, chief Boxiong, Da Qiang, Da Meng, and the others were so excited that they panted slightly. If they had not deliberately suppressed the fluctuations in their hearts, they would have gone berserk on the spot. The Berserker Tribe had yearned for the beautiful scene described by Long Bufan for thousands of years.
Long Bufan looked at these Berserkers calmly. He was not in a hurry to make a decision because he knew that they would eventually agree to his conditions. All of this was too tempting for them.
Although agreeing to Long Bufan was equivalent to surrendering in disguise, the Berserkers had no other choice.
As Long Bufan expected, after a while of discussion, Boxiong walked up to Long Bufan and said, "Honorable Storm City Lord, we have decided to follow your footsteps and walk out of this isolated tribe. We believe that you can lead our Berserker Tribe to regain our dignity. As chief, I represent all the Berserkers in our tribe to pledge our loyalty to you. We hope that you will treat us well."
Long Bufan quickly stood up and smiled at Boxiong in a friendly manner. "Chief Boxiong, please don't be so polite. From today onwards, we are all partners, the closest of partners. Our relationship is one of mutual help. As the Storm Lord, I welcome you to Storm City to settle down."
"Yes, we are partners. Haha." Bo Xiong laughed heartily and said with satisfaction, "Then it's decided. I'll go and announce that everyone in the tribe will pack up and go with you to Storm City."
"Oh yeah, it worked." Long Bufan's heart was blooming with joy, but his expression remained calm. He suggested, "Due to the limited resources in this environment, please wait until we reach our territory before we go to the nearby Mountain Range of Magical Beasts to capture magical beasts and sign a magical beast contract. Therefore, before that, I hope Patriarch Boxiong can coordinate with the clansmen. "
Long Bufan was still a little worried that something might happen along the way when the tribe of more than ten thousand people migrated.
Bo Xiong also thought of this problem. He immediately nodded and said, "Okay, please rest assured."
When Long Bufan, Chief Boxiong, and the others walked out of the simple ancestral hall, they were surprised to find that the space outside the door was already crowded with people.
"He's out. Has Lord Patriarch finished talking with him?"
"What will the result be?"
"Our tribe is so poor. Will he really help us?"
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