Volume 21: The Dark Road - Chapter 9: Barbarian Alliance_3

"Montrey, what are you saying?" A fierce and domineering voice came from his right, making the man with the triangular eyes and short, drooping eyebrows look indescribably strange on his round face. The flesh on his cheeks trembled slightly as he spoke, and his sharp and cunning gaze wandered over the face of the Caron Tribe leader. "Gdansk Fortress was taken by us all; although it borders the land of the Mortals of Iberia and your Caron Tribe, over these years we haven't seen your Caron tribe take it by yourselves. Now you want to return it to the Mortals to rebuild with just a word, what gives you the right to decide for everyone?"

The anger surged upwards, and Montrey's furious gaze met the other's without submission. The wooden bowl in his hand crumbled into sawdust under the pressure of his enormous palm. He was about to rise and retort when the person beside him pressed him back down.