The Liewa Tribe

The Liewa Tribe!

The Liewa Tribe was merely a small werewolf tribe with less than four hundred members. In times of famine, the smaller the tribe, the more disastrous the situation.

Large tribes at least had reserves and a foundation, and they had many ways to survive through famine.

But small tribes were different; they lacked foundation, money, and even ideas on how to cope.

At the entrance of the Liewa Tribe's camp, a young werewolf was carried by a war wolf, followed by a dozen or so werewolf warriors, charging into the Liewa Tribe.

These dozen werewolf warriors were carrying the carcasses of several beasts they had hunted.

The young werewolf, riding the war wolf, appeared very anxious. As soon as he entered the tribe, he left the following werewolf warriors behind and rushed straight to the Liewa Chieftain's dwelling.

Along the way, he drew the attention of the Liewa tribe members.

At the entrance of the chieftain's dwelling, two werewolf guards saw the young werewolf and were about to greet him, but they saw him jump off the war wolf and rush in impatiently.

"Thadon, you're back?"

The Liewa Chieftain, seeing the young werewolf burst in, immediately revealed a genial smile.

"Father, is the tribe preparing for war?" The young werewolf, Thadon, said with a serious expression.

He was the son of the Liewa Chieftain. Originally, he was out hunting, as the tribe was short of food, and hunting could slightly alleviate the food problem. However, he suddenly received a notification from his father that the Liewa Tribe was going to wage war and asked him to bring people back.

He was very surprised when he received the notification.

He suspected his father had gone mad, as the tribe was about to run out of food completely, and yet he wanted to wage war at this time.

Moreover, did their small tribe have the capability to invade anyone?

Wasn't this just asking for trouble?

"Yes!" The Liewa Chieftain nodded gloomily upon hearing this.

"Father, are you crazy? Don't you understand that this is the most dangerous time for the tribe?"

"Any slight move could lead to the complete disappearance of the Liewa in this wasteland. Waging war now would be to completely doom the tribe," Thadon spoke without politeness. Although he was facing his own father, the decision to wage war was so foolish that he had no mood for any filial piety.

The Liewa Chieftain's face darkened. Faced with his son's disrespect, he was about to reprimand him, but seeing his son's furious gaze, he backed down.

Because his son was much better at managing the tribe than he was, and he also knew that waging war could potentially doom the tribe.

The Liewa Chieftain turned his head away, and after a long while, he said helplessly: "It's the Luochuan Tribe. They sent someone to find me, promising to give us ten thousand catties of grain if the Liewa Tribe attacks the Silvermane Tribe, whether successful or not, and they have already sent a thousand catties of grain."

"You should understand that the tribe is about to run out of food; I had no choice but to agree."

"Silvermane Tribe?"

Thadon's face looked very bad. Although the Silvermane Tribe was not as strong as the Luochuan Tribe, it was by no means a small tribe like theirs that could provoke.

"Moreover, it's not just our tribe. They used the same method to get the Kela, Sam, and Heilu tribes to agree to send troops, so four tribes will attack the Silvermane Tribe at the same time."

Thadon did not feel much better after hearing this, because whether it was the Kela, Sam, or Heilu tribes, they were all small tribes with no more than five hundred werewolves, just like the Liewa Tribe.

Even as a coalition, their strength would be weaker than that of the Silvermane Tribe.

Although ten thousand catties of grain was tempting, it had to be taken with a life.

"There's another thing, it's because of this that I made up my mind to agree," the Liewa Chieftain looked at his son.

As a chieftain, he naturally understood the current situation of the tribe, but facing ten thousand catties of life-saving grain, he also had to consider it.

Thadon looked at his father, his face slightly better, and he also understood that his father was not easy.

However, he wanted to see what reason his father had for taking the risk.

"The Silvermane Chieftain died in the Closs Mountains, and many of the tribe's warriors were also killed or injured."

"At this time, it should be the weakest moment for the Silvermane Tribe. If the four tribes join forces, they may not necessarily fail."

The Liewa Chieftain said.

Thadon was stunned!

The Silvermane Chieftain died in the Closs Mountains?

This was truly astonishing news.

Three months ago, when the royal court conscripted, their Liewa Tribe had also sent out fifty warriors, but only a dozen or so came back alive half a month ago.

So, the Silvermane Tribe was indeed in a weakened state.

But Thadon was still hesitant, after all, even though the Silvermane Tribe was weakened, it was not comparable to the Liewa Tribe, and he was even less optimistic about the four-tribe alliance.

A coalition fighting separately was nothing but a group of土鸡瓦狗.

"But, father, have you considered the consequences of failure?" Thadon asked indifferently.

"What if the alliance loses, our warriors suffer heavy losses, and even if we survive the famine, how can we resist the Silvermane Tribe's retaliation and the covetousness of other tribes?"

"My son, we can only take care of the present; there's no time to think about the future," the Liewa Chieftain said with a wry smile.

The tribe was on the brink of collapse; what was the point of thinking about potential retaliation?

Thadon fell silent. Although he disagreed, his father did have a point.

Just as father and son were lost in their own thoughts, a guard rushed in and reported: "Chieftain, a war wolf rider has arrived outside the tribe. He claims to be from the Silvermane Tribe and wishes to see you!"

"What?" The Liewa Chieftain was taken aback, then alarmed. He was in the middle of planning an attack on the Silvermane Tribe; how could they have sent someone?

Could it be they had discovered their alliance's intentions?

The Liewa Chieftain looked at his son, wanting to hear his opinion on whether to meet this visitor.

Thadon was also slightly surprised; he sensed ill intent from the visitor.

"Let's meet him. If they've sent someone, they likely know something," Thadon said.

The Liewa Chieftain nodded and instructed the guard: "Bring him over!"

"Yes, sir!"

...

The Liewa Chieftain and Thadon did not have to wait long before they saw a fully armed werewolf, exuding an imposing aura, stride in.

Thadon was taken aback because this was a fourth-tier werewolf warrior.

Apart from his father and himself, there were no other fourth-tier warriors in the Liewa Tribe.

However, he quickly composed himself; after all, the Silvermane Tribe was a strong tribe nearby, and they would naturally have many fourth-tier warriors.

"Greetings to the Liewa Chieftain!"

The fully armed werewolf warrior bowed slightly to the Liewa Chieftain, but his eyes lacked the expected courtesy.

"There's no need for formalities. May I ask what brings you, an esteemed guest, to our humble tribe?" The Liewa Chieftain did not mind the perfunctory greeting; in the world of beast-people, strength was paramount.

"Your tribe is not small at all. Our tribe's leader has heard of a tribal alliance intending to target our tribe, so he sent me to your tribe to understand the situation."

"After all, it's best not to make a mistake when going to war."

"By the way, you can call me Carl. Currently, I am the deputy captain of the second squadron of the Silvermane Tribe." Carl said indifferently, casting a glance at the Liewa Chieftain before introducing himself.