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Chapter 524
chapter 383 part 1
Chapter 380: 'King' Anriel and the Bronze Axe Minotaur
On this vast, boundless grassland.
There were twelve tribes in total. The rulers of each tribe were of the Lionman race, while the more numerous Jackalmen were entirely subservient to them.
Their relationship was similar to that between Goblins and Hobgoblins, a relationship of lower and higher-tiered races.
The strongest of these twelve tribes was the Wal Tribe, known as the "Red-Maned." Its supreme ruler was 'King' Anriel Puteikos Wal.
Due to their nomadic-style governance and unique hunting culture, their overall level of civilization was low when compared to that of humans.
In terms of pure military prowess, however.
Once they reached adulthood, Lionmen and Jackalmen were natural-born 【Warriors】 and 【Rangers】 without any need for training. This was an advantage of the Demi-human Races.
—Lakohas Lake.
It was the largest lake on this grassland and also the main stronghold of the "Red-Maned" Wal Tribe. The lake not only provided an abundant source of water and food, but near its eastern shore lay a rock salt deposit that extended to unknown depths underground. This was one of the entire tribe's greatest sources of wealth.
By mining and refining edible salt from this deposit, the Wal Tribe had secured an important means of influencing the other tribes and acquiring wealth.
'King' Anriel reclined on a beast hide blanket one finger thick. He was over fifty years old; while not yet elderly, he was no longer young.
The vibrant red mane on his cheeks from his youth was now withered and yellowed at the tips, just as his ambition was gradually fading.
"My King~"
A soul-stirring, delicate voice sounded from beside him.
'King' Anriel opened his mouth, and a plump grape was gently placed between his teeth. Its sweet and sour taste spread across his tongue.
"Hahaha." 'King' Anriel let out a delighted laugh.
He reached out and pulled his new 57th concubine closer. The softness in his arms made 'King' Anriel instinctively narrow his eyes.
Male and female Lionmen were extremely easy to tell apart. All males had wild manes, while females only had relatively smooth hair on the back of their heads.
In his youth.
'King' Anriel had preferred stronger lionesses. Back then, he couldn't understand the preferences of his father, the King, but now he finally understood that the more delicate ones were far more comforting.
"How are the other tribes faring?"
'King' Anriel asked faintly, his eyes half-closed.
"My King, the Third Tribe and the Seventh Tribe are currently having some disputes, but the number of people involved has been kept under twenty."
Beneath the great tent, which was decorated in a wild and unrestrained style, an older Lionman replied respectfully in a low voice, "The other tribes are relatively peaceful."
Peaceful...
Hearing those words.
A glint of ambition and vigilance flickered in 'King' Anriel's half-closed eyes. He opened his mouth, and another grape was immediately placed inside by the concubine.
The Wal Tribe was the strongest of the twelve tribes. Although the others were weaker, they could not be underestimated.
The significant decrease in inter-tribal conflict over the past few decades, in particular, made 'King' Anriel vaguely uneasy.
There was a proverb among the Lionmen: "A lionman licking its wounds is more dangerous than one that roars."
'King' Anriel chewed the grape in his mouth, his thoughts unreadable, and the air grew quiet.
He had a faint feeling that the other tribes were accumulating their strength, perhaps to one day challenge the great Wal Tribe.
"Should I instigate a greater conflict between the Third Tribe and the Seventh Tribe?"
'King' Anriel wondered silently, unable to make a decision easily.
It was just like the grapes he so enjoyed eating. This sweet and sour fruit was an important product of the Seventh Tribe's territory, but the lands of the Wal Tribe were not suitable for its cultivation.
To eat more, one had to pay more.
Never mind...
'King' Anriel dismissed the thought. The current state of peace among the tribes was not bad; there was no need to break this balance.
As the "King"!
As long as he was still around, none of the other tribes would dare to make a move.
'King' Anriel opened his mouth again. The 57th concubine hurriedly fed him. Although the sweet and sour taste was nice, he still preferred meat.
Rumor had it that the flesh of the human race was the most delicious.
Unfortunately.
There were no humans to be found on this great grassland. It was said that a group of humans used to rule this land.
But they had long since been eaten.
'King' Anriel felt some resentment toward the previous kings and his forefathers. Why hadn't they farmed some?
Boom—
A loud bang and a scream came clearly from outside the great tent.
'King' Anriel's eyes snapped open. His red mane trembled as an aura of majesty and power emanated from him, imposing without being angry.
*Swish—*
Accompanied by a flurry of urgent footsteps, a Lionman guard wearing leather armor rushed in nervously from outside.
"My King!"
"An unknown enemy has suddenly broken into the depths of the tribe's territory!" the Lionman guard reported, both shocked and furious.
"Hmm?"
'King' Anriel's eyes showed surprise.
Who could it be?
Which tribe dared to make a move against their Wal Tribe!
Outside.
It was now a scene of utter chaos.
Large numbers of Lionman warriors and Jackalman soldiers were rushing in from all directions, heading toward the sounds of battle and screaming.
When they arrived at the enemy's location, everyone was a bit stunned. They had thought they were under attack by a large number of foes.
But it turned out there were only two enemies!
No... to be precise, it was one person and one beast.
Standing about 2.3 meters tall, he had a burly build, a pair of black horns on his head, and bronze-colored, powerful muscles and skin that gave off a steady, fierce aura.
This was a minotaur!
The most conspicuous feature was his left arm. It had the metallic texture of green, corroded bronze—it was a bronze arm. In its hand, it gripped a long-handled great axe that was half a man's height.
He rode a fiery red lizard, nearly five meters long, whose skin was covered in rough red spots of various sizes.
At this moment.
This man and beast were carving a path of destruction through the surrounding Jackalmen. No one could halt their advance.
Fifth Tier Magic Beast Summoning—
Bronze Axe Minotaur (Lv 35)!
Flame-tongued Lizard (Lv 35)!
High in the sky.
Tang Zheng used *Flight* magic to hover high above, simultaneously activating *Ninjutsu: Concealment* to render himself invisible.
After arriving in the territory of the Wal Tribe, Tang Zheng hadn't directly charged in to investigate. After all, they were the most powerful tribe on the entire grassland.
No one could be certain what hidden powers or defenses they might have.
Therefore.
Tang Zheng used the rarely-employed *Magic Beast Summoning* to probe them.
Both the Bronze Axe Minotaur and the Flame-tongued Lizard possessed power on par with the Heroic Realm, making them perfect for a probing force.
As for the problem of summoning two monsters at once?
His Fifth Tier *Papermaking* could create 150 sheets of Fifth Tier paper. With 20 sheets needed to make one scroll, he could easily craft seven Fifth Tier magic scrolls.
These two monsters had been summoned using scrolls.
"Aargh!!"
"A minotaur?"
"Help!"
"...!"
The minotaur, riding the Flame-tongued Lizard, charged recklessly, not wasting any extra time on the Jackalmen trying to intercept it.
Chapter 380: 'King' Anriel and the Bronze Axe Minotaur
On this vast, boundless grassland.
There were twelve tribes in total. The rulers of each tribe were of the Lionman race, while the more numerous Jackalmen were entirely subservient to them.
Their relationship was similar to that between Goblins and Hobgoblins, a relationship of lower and higher-tiered races.
The strongest of these twelve tribes was the Wal Tribe, known as the "Red-Maned." Its supreme ruler was 'King' Anriel Puteikos Wal.
Due to their nomadic-style governance and unique hunting culture, their overall level of civilization was low when compared to that of humans.
In terms of pure military prowess, however.
Once they reached adulthood, Lionmen and Jackalmen were natural-born 【Warriors】 and 【Rangers】 without any need for training. This was an advantage of the Demi-human Races.
—Lakohas Lake.
It was the largest lake on this grassland and also the main stronghold of the "Red-Maned" Wal Tribe. The lake not only provided an abundant source of water and food, but near its eastern shore lay a rock salt deposit that extended to unknown depths underground. This was one of the entire tribe's greatest sources of wealth.
By mining and refining edible salt from this deposit, the Wal Tribe had secured an important means of influencing the other tribes and acquiring wealth.
'King' Anriel reclined on a beast hide blanket one finger thick. He was over fifty years old; while not yet elderly, he was no longer young.
The vibrant red mane on his cheeks from his youth was now withered and yellowed at the tips, just as his ambition was gradually fading.
"My King~"
A soul-stirring, delicate voice sounded from beside him.
'King' Anriel opened his mouth, and a plump grape was gently placed between his teeth. Its sweet and sour taste spread across his tongue.
"Hahaha." 'King' Anriel let out a delighted laugh.
He reached out and pulled his new 57th concubine closer. The softness in his arms made 'King' Anriel instinctively narrow his eyes.
Male and female Lionmen were extremely easy to tell apart. All males had wild manes, while females only had relatively smooth hair on the back of their heads.
In his youth.
'King' Anriel had preferred stronger lionesses. Back then, he couldn't understand the preferences of his father, the King, but now he finally understood that the more delicate ones were far more comforting.
"How are the other tribes faring?"
'King' Anriel asked faintly, his eyes half-closed.
"My King, the Third Tribe and the Seventh Tribe are currently having some disputes, but the number of people involved has been kept under twenty."
Beneath the great tent, which was decorated in a wild and unrestrained style, an older Lionman replied respectfully in a low voice, "The other tribes are relatively peaceful."
Peaceful...
Hearing those words.
A glint of ambition and vigilance flickered in 'King' Anriel's half-closed eyes. He opened his mouth, and another grape was immediately placed inside by the concubine.
The Wal Tribe was the strongest of the twelve tribes. Although the others were weaker, they could not be underestimated.
The significant decrease in inter-tribal conflict over the past few decades, in particular, made 'King' Anriel vaguely uneasy.
There was a proverb among the Lionmen: "A lionman licking its wounds is more dangerous than one that roars."
'King' Anriel chewed the grape in his mouth, his thoughts unreadable, and the air grew quiet.
He had a faint feeling that the other tribes were accumulating their strength, perhaps to one day challenge the great Wal Tribe.
"Should I instigate a greater conflict between the Third Tribe and the Seventh Tribe?"
'King' Anriel wondered silently, unable to make a decision easily.
It was just like the grapes he so enjoyed eating. This sweet and sour fruit was an important product of the Seventh Tribe's territory, but the lands of the Wal Tribe were not suitable for its cultivation.
To eat more, one had to pay more.
Never mind...
'King' Anriel dismissed the thought. The current state of peace among the tribes was not bad; there was no need to break this balance.
As the "King"!
As long as he was still around, none of the other tribes would dare to make a move.
'King' Anriel opened his mouth again. The 57th concubine hurriedly fed him. Although the sweet and sour taste was nice, he still preferred meat.
Rumor had it that the flesh of the human race was the most delicious.
Unfortunately.
There were no humans to be found on this great grassland. It was said that a group of humans used to rule this land.
But they had long since been eaten.
'King' Anriel felt some resentment toward the previous kings and his forefathers. Why hadn't they farmed some?
Boom—
A loud bang and a scream came clearly from outside the great tent.
'King' Anriel's eyes snapped open. His red mane trembled as an aura of majesty and power emanated from him, imposing without being angry.
*Swish—*
Accompanied by a flurry of urgent footsteps, a Lionman guard wearing leather armor rushed in nervously from outside.
"My King!"
"An unknown enemy has suddenly broken into the depths of the tribe's territory!" the Lionman guard reported, both shocked and furious.
"Hmm?"
'King' Anriel's eyes showed surprise.
Who could it be?
Which tribe dared to make a move against their Wal Tribe!
Outside.
It was now a scene of utter chaos.
Large numbers of Lionman warriors and Jackalman soldiers were rushing in from all directions, heading toward the sounds of battle and screaming.
When they arrived at the enemy's location, everyone was a bit stunned. They had thought they were under attack by a large number of foes.
But it turned out there were only two enemies!
No... to be precise, it was one person and one beast.
Standing about 2.3 meters tall, he had a burly build, a pair of black horns on his head, and bronze-colored, powerful muscles and skin that gave off a steady, fierce aura.
This was a minotaur!
The most conspicuous feature was his left arm. It had the metallic texture of green, corroded bronze—it was a bronze arm. In its hand, it gripped a long-handled great axe that was half a man's height.
He rode a fiery red lizard, nearly five meters long, whose skin was covered in rough red spots of various sizes.
At this moment.
This man and beast were carving a path of destruction through the surrounding Jackalmen. No one could halt their advance.
Fifth Tier Magic Beast Summoning—
Bronze Axe Minotaur (Lv 35)!
Flame-tongued Lizard (Lv 35)!
High in the sky.
Tang Zheng used *Flight* magic to hover high above, simultaneously activating *Ninjutsu: Concealment* to render himself invisible.
After arriving in the territory of the Wal Tribe, Tang Zheng hadn't directly charged in to investigate. After all, they were the most powerful tribe on the entire grassland.
No one could be certain what hidden powers or defenses they might have.
Therefore.
Tang Zheng used the rarely-employed *Magic Beast Summoning* to probe them.
Both the Bronze Axe Minotaur and the Flame-tongued Lizard possessed power on par with the Heroic Realm, making them perfect for a probing force.
As for the problem of summoning two monsters at once?
His Fifth Tier *Papermaking* could create 150 sheets of Fifth Tier paper. With 20 sheets needed to make one scroll, he could easily craft seven Fifth Tier magic scrolls.
These two monsters had been summoned using scrolls.
"Aargh!!"
"A minotaur?"
"Help!"
"...!"
The minotaur, riding the Flame-tongued Lizard, charged recklessly, not wasting any extra time on the Jackalmen trying to intercept it.
