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Chapter 353
chapter 295 part 2
Wind Cardinal Dominic Ihre Partouche sneered, "Hah, the foolishness and greed of nobles are like a plague. The longer it goes on, the more severe it becomes."
Dark Cardinal Maximilian Oreio Lagier sighed softly, "Because of the existence of that city wall, their complacent minds have only been further corroded by desire."
"How on earth is Holy Queen Calca running the country? It took her a full two months to deal with those nobles, and so much grain has entered the Hills..." The wrinkles on Light Cardinal Ion's face deepened.
"In a way, this can be considered a good thing."
A faint voice drew the attention of the Cardinals.
"At the very least, we can be certain of one thing: the demi-humans of the Hills would not conduct a transaction with Humans. It must be an outsider... What I mean is, this abnormal situation might be related to this 'outsider'."
Wind Cardinal Dominic Ihre Partouche's deep eyes flickered. "Relying solely on the aimless detections of Stargazer Far-Sight is too limited. We can start with the Holy Kingdom."
"Mm."
"Activate our hidden agents. First, confirm the specific situation. We absolutely cannot allow the demi-human races of the Abelion Hills the slightest chance to unite."
"If the Holy Kingdom makes no move, give them a push. Have the Sunlight Scripture on standby."
"Seconded!"
"Seconded!"
"Seconded!"
"...!"
...
Abelion Hills.
The sun hung high in the sky, blanketing the entire Hills and radiating light and heat with abandon.
In what should have been a rainy season, not a drop of rain had fallen for two consecutive months. Signs of a drought were already emerging, and the once-moist rainforests and grasslands had become dry.
The rainy season not only brought ample rainfall but also spurred plant growth, providing food for wild beasts and monsters. Without this link in the chain, a rapid chain reaction would occur, leading to a situation of food scarcity.
The Great Grassland.
This was a region in the central part of the Hills, a vast expanse of grassland occupied by the universally known and powerful Beast-bodied Quadruped race.
At this moment, a figure exuding a domineering aura walked across the grassland. He was tall and robust, his entire body covered in dark gray fur.
His upper body was that of a beastman, with a face resembling a "leopard" and a pair of downward-pointing tusks. His lower body was that of a beast.
Wige Lagandara—King of the Beast-bodied Quadrupeds.
At this moment, Wige's face showed anxiety. His strong limbs strode forward, stepping on the dry grassland covered in fine cracks. He looked up.
In the distance was a lush green scene, but this was merely an illusion.
Wige retracted his gaze. As he got closer, he could clearly see the sparse blades of grass on the ground, not even half a thumb's length in height.
Normally, the grass in the Great Grassland would already be a palm's length high. This situation was somewhat beyond anything Wige had ever known.
Though he possessed immense power and the great title "Demon Claw," which had resounded through the Hills for 200 years, 'Demon Claw' Wige now felt an unprecedented worry rising from the depths of his heart.
The title "Demon Claw" was passed down through his family for generations, and he had inherited it from his father.
Ever since inheriting this title, 'Demon Claw' Wige had two dreams. One was to prove his strength to the other races of the Hills, to show he was worthy of this great title.
The second was to lead his tribe to become even stronger and more prosperous.
But now, a problem he had to face was right before his eyes—food and water!
The Beast-bodied Quadruped tribe favored meat like that of cattle and horses, so they raised these livestock on the vast Great Grassland.
'Demon Claw' Wige looked at the sparse grass shoots on the ground and knew very well that it was far from enough to feed the cattle and horses. A food shortage was inevitable!
But that was for later. The water source was the more serious problem right now.
This unprecedented crisis, with absolutely no prior experience to draw upon, filled 'Demon Claw' Wige with a strange sense of panic.
*Thump! Thump!*
Violent tremors ran through the grassland as two equally massive figures ran over at high speed, kicking up airwaves as they passed.
The two figures quickly appeared before 'Demon Claw' Wige.
"King."
"King."
Two voices rang out. One was respectful, the other rather plain.
The one who spoke respectfully was a kinsman named Muwa Plakshya, a tribesman he respected and treated with seriousness.
His renowned 'Demon Claw' title came from his ancestors, whereas the kinsman before him had earned the title 'Black Steel', one of the Ten Evils of the Demi-Humans, through his own strength.
'Demon Claw' Wige looked at the other one.
He was a Beastman, similar in appearance to his own race, except his upper body leaned more towards a human's appearance, while his lower half consisted of the powerful limbs of a ferocious beast.
He was also one of the Ten Evils of the Demi-Humans, with the title 'Beast General'.
Faced with the other's plain attitude, 'Demon Claw' Wige was actually somewhat annoyed. The reason this individual was here was that the Beastman tribe was subordinate to the Beast-bodied Quadruped tribe.
He called him "King" only because of their races' relationship, not because of his strength. If the other was famous for his personal strength, he wouldn't mind a fight to prove his own power.
However, that was not the case.
'Beast General' Hector Weiss was widely known as a famous general capable of overcoming a ten-to-one disadvantage in troop numbers. Once he commanded an army in battle, he would display a terrifying ability.
To knowingly challenge someone unskilled in personal combat to a battle of strength would be far too shameful.
"King, the tribe has been placated."
"The most urgent task now is to find a water source that can completely put the tribe's minds at ease," 'Black Steel' Muwa said, catching his breath.
"If the drought continues, the water source must be able to guarantee a long-term supply for the entire tribe."
'Demon Claw' Wige was of course aware of this, but the problem was how to solve it. He subconsciously looked towards 'Beast General' Hector Weiss at his side.
"As far as I know, there are two water sources in the Hills that will not run dry."
'Beast General' Hector Weiss said in a steady voice, "One is the river flowing from the northern mountain range, and the other is in the southern mountain range. However, large numbers of tribes are gathered near both of these mountain ranges."
"As the drought worsens, these tribes will certainly fight desperately to protect their water sources."
(end of chapter)
Wind Cardinal Dominic Ihre Partouche sneered, "Hah, the foolishness and greed of nobles are like a plague. The longer it goes on, the more severe it becomes."
Dark Cardinal Maximilian Oreio Lagier sighed softly, "Because of the existence of that city wall, their complacent minds have only been further corroded by desire."
"How on earth is Holy Queen Calca running the country? It took her a full two months to deal with those nobles, and so much grain has entered the Hills..." The wrinkles on Light Cardinal Ion's face deepened.
"In a way, this can be considered a good thing."
A faint voice drew the attention of the Cardinals.
"At the very least, we can be certain of one thing: the demi-humans of the Hills would not conduct a transaction with Humans. It must be an outsider... What I mean is, this abnormal situation might be related to this 'outsider'."
Wind Cardinal Dominic Ihre Partouche's deep eyes flickered. "Relying solely on the aimless detections of Stargazer Far-Sight is too limited. We can start with the Holy Kingdom."
"Mm."
"Activate our hidden agents. First, confirm the specific situation. We absolutely cannot allow the demi-human races of the Abelion Hills the slightest chance to unite."
"If the Holy Kingdom makes no move, give them a push. Have the Sunlight Scripture on standby."
"Seconded!"
"Seconded!"
"Seconded!"
"...!"
...
Abelion Hills.
The sun hung high in the sky, blanketing the entire Hills and radiating light and heat with abandon.
In what should have been a rainy season, not a drop of rain had fallen for two consecutive months. Signs of a drought were already emerging, and the once-moist rainforests and grasslands had become dry.
The rainy season not only brought ample rainfall but also spurred plant growth, providing food for wild beasts and monsters. Without this link in the chain, a rapid chain reaction would occur, leading to a situation of food scarcity.
The Great Grassland.
This was a region in the central part of the Hills, a vast expanse of grassland occupied by the universally known and powerful Beast-bodied Quadruped race.
At this moment, a figure exuding a domineering aura walked across the grassland. He was tall and robust, his entire body covered in dark gray fur.
His upper body was that of a beastman, with a face resembling a "leopard" and a pair of downward-pointing tusks. His lower body was that of a beast.
Wige Lagandara—King of the Beast-bodied Quadrupeds.
At this moment, Wige's face showed anxiety. His strong limbs strode forward, stepping on the dry grassland covered in fine cracks. He looked up.
In the distance was a lush green scene, but this was merely an illusion.
Wige retracted his gaze. As he got closer, he could clearly see the sparse blades of grass on the ground, not even half a thumb's length in height.
Normally, the grass in the Great Grassland would already be a palm's length high. This situation was somewhat beyond anything Wige had ever known.
Though he possessed immense power and the great title "Demon Claw," which had resounded through the Hills for 200 years, 'Demon Claw' Wige now felt an unprecedented worry rising from the depths of his heart.
The title "Demon Claw" was passed down through his family for generations, and he had inherited it from his father.
Ever since inheriting this title, 'Demon Claw' Wige had two dreams. One was to prove his strength to the other races of the Hills, to show he was worthy of this great title.
The second was to lead his tribe to become even stronger and more prosperous.
But now, a problem he had to face was right before his eyes—food and water!
The Beast-bodied Quadruped tribe favored meat like that of cattle and horses, so they raised these livestock on the vast Great Grassland.
'Demon Claw' Wige looked at the sparse grass shoots on the ground and knew very well that it was far from enough to feed the cattle and horses. A food shortage was inevitable!
But that was for later. The water source was the more serious problem right now.
This unprecedented crisis, with absolutely no prior experience to draw upon, filled 'Demon Claw' Wige with a strange sense of panic.
*Thump! Thump!*
Violent tremors ran through the grassland as two equally massive figures ran over at high speed, kicking up airwaves as they passed.
The two figures quickly appeared before 'Demon Claw' Wige.
"King."
"King."
Two voices rang out. One was respectful, the other rather plain.
The one who spoke respectfully was a kinsman named Muwa Plakshya, a tribesman he respected and treated with seriousness.
His renowned 'Demon Claw' title came from his ancestors, whereas the kinsman before him had earned the title 'Black Steel', one of the Ten Evils of the Demi-Humans, through his own strength.
'Demon Claw' Wige looked at the other one.
He was a Beastman, similar in appearance to his own race, except his upper body leaned more towards a human's appearance, while his lower half consisted of the powerful limbs of a ferocious beast.
He was also one of the Ten Evils of the Demi-Humans, with the title 'Beast General'.
Faced with the other's plain attitude, 'Demon Claw' Wige was actually somewhat annoyed. The reason this individual was here was that the Beastman tribe was subordinate to the Beast-bodied Quadruped tribe.
He called him "King" only because of their races' relationship, not because of his strength. If the other was famous for his personal strength, he wouldn't mind a fight to prove his own power.
However, that was not the case.
'Beast General' Hector Weiss was widely known as a famous general capable of overcoming a ten-to-one disadvantage in troop numbers. Once he commanded an army in battle, he would display a terrifying ability.
To knowingly challenge someone unskilled in personal combat to a battle of strength would be far too shameful.
"King, the tribe has been placated."
"The most urgent task now is to find a water source that can completely put the tribe's minds at ease," 'Black Steel' Muwa said, catching his breath.
"If the drought continues, the water source must be able to guarantee a long-term supply for the entire tribe."
'Demon Claw' Wige was of course aware of this, but the problem was how to solve it. He subconsciously looked towards 'Beast General' Hector Weiss at his side.
"As far as I know, there are two water sources in the Hills that will not run dry."
'Beast General' Hector Weiss said in a steady voice, "One is the river flowing from the northern mountain range, and the other is in the southern mountain range. However, large numbers of tribes are gathered near both of these mountain ranges."
"As the drought worsens, these tribes will certainly fight desperately to protect their water sources."
(end of chapter)
