Reborn As A Beastman With A System

Chapter 154: Adik Tribe's Plan!

For decades, a fragile peace endured between the two tribes, but only because of the constant oversight of the royal court. The court had a strict policy: no tribe, no matter how powerful, was to expand unchecked. The incident with the boarman commander Mashar had left the Cross royal court more vigilant than ever.

The royal court's stance was clear: If a tribe harbored a legendary warrior, they must remain quiet, content with what they had. Expansion, power grabs, or any hint of rebellion were met with swift and deadly consequences. As long as the legendary tribes kept to themselves, the court would leave them be.

But if they ignored these warnings, the royal court would crush their legend and dismantle the tribe without hesitation.

This wasn't an idle threat. The royal court had done it many times before. Years ago, when Mashar the Boarman Warlord declared independence, other legendary tribes in the northern wilderness sought to follow in his footsteps. The court's response was brutal. Nearly ten legendary figures were exterminated, and with them, their tribes; each with more than 100,000 orcs, fell apart overnight.

The royal court was sending a message: If they could deal with legendary tribes, what hope did lesser ones have?

Only Mashar's intervention saved even more legendary figures from annihilation. This demonstration of power kept the other tribes in line, for they understood the strength of the royal court.

Arar, reflecting on this, felt a strange sense of calm. He wasn't worried anymore. In fact, he almost hoped the Silver Mane Tribe did have a legend among them or that the powerful Templeton family had their hands in the situation. The intrigue excited him.

"How do you plan to deal with these smaller tribes?" a shadowy figure asked, changing the subject.

Arar chuckled. "Why do you ask?"

"I see ambition in your eyes," the figure replied, their voice soft but knowing.

"Is that so?" Arar smiled, but there was no warmth in it.

The Silver Mane Tribe had been aggressively absorbing smaller tribes recently, causing panic in the surrounding areas. In response, seven smaller tribes, amounting to around 16,000 to 17,000 Beastmen, had fled to the Adik Tribe's territory, seeking refuge.

Naturally, Arar welcomed them with open arms. He couldn't afford to turn them away now. They were guests, after all, and guests should not be left out in the cold.

"Envy? Perhaps a little," Arar mused aloud. "But they've come seeking shelter. They are under my protection."

"Guests?" the shadowy figure scoffed. "I could take out the leadership of these tribes in an hour if you gave the order. You know that."

The figure's disdain was palpable. They saw through Arar's polite façade. It was clear he had ambitions for control, but here he was, feigning innocence.

"No," Arar said firmly.

"Why not? They're just a few level-five warrior chiefs. I guarantee, I can send them to meet the Beast God in no time," the figure pressed, confused by Arar's reluctance.

"It's not that simple," Arar replied. "We've already taken in nearly 20,000 additional mouths to feed. Food will be a massive challenge for the Adik Tribe."

"Are you serious?" the figure snapped. "You've got plenty of gold. Buy the food if you need to."

"And once we absorb those Beastmen, the Adik Tribe will be 30,000 strong. You'd be unstoppable."

Arar shook his head. "No. Instead of devouring them, it's smarter to use them."

"Use them?" the figure echoed, perplexed.

"Yes. The Silver Mane Tribe wants to swallow up these smaller tribes, too. They won't give up easily. So these tribes are not just guests, they're our allies in waiting. We can band them together to fight against the Silver Mane Tribe."

Arar's smile widened. "It's like gathering a pack of wolves to take down the tiger."

The figure still didn't seem to fully grasp the strategy. "What exactly are you getting at?"

"It's simple," Arar said, his voice dripping with confidence. "We unite the tribes surrounding the Silver Mane Tribe. Together, we crush them. Once the Silver Mane Tribe is gone, we carve up their territory. And after that? The Adik Tribe will be in the perfect position to absorb the other remaining tribes, one by one."

He laughed, and this time, it was a cold, calculating sound that filled the air.

The blurry figure remained silent for a long moment after hearing Arar's plan. Finally, with a cold edge to his voice, he spoke. "You are indeed cunning. But what if the Silver Mane Tribe truly has a legend? What then? A legend could crush us without a second thought."

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He was right. In the presence of a legendary figure, all schemes and strategies would crumble to dust. A legend's power was unmatched, and no amount of treachery or clever plotting could stand against them. If they angered a legend, it would be over. In a single strike, the legend could wipe them from existence without a second thought.

"So, we'll take precautions," Arar replied smoothly, as if the solution were obvious. "Let's contact the royal court. They can investigate whether the Silver Mane Tribe harbors a legend. If they do, the court will not stand idly by. In that case, we'll avoid provoking them. If not—" Arar's eyes gleamed with a sinister edge, "—then we proceed as planned."

The blurry figure stared at him in disbelief. "You want to involve the royal court?"

Arar chuckled, sensing the figure's hesitation. "Yes, you'll go in person. The royal court is incredibly sensitive when it comes to legendary figures. If we send them even a hint of suspicion, they'll dispatch their own forces to investigate the Silver Mane Tribe. We won't need to lift a finger until we're sure."

Legends were like time bombs. They were too dangerous to leave unchecked, and as far as Arar was concerned, his tribe was in no position to confront one directly. If there was even a remote chance of a legend's presence, it could bring down a wrath upon the Adik Tribe more terrifying than any natural disaster. No, this was a job for the royal court.

They were the ones with the power and desire to keep legends in check.

"I understand," the blurry figure finally nodded. Though he still felt uneasy, he couldn't deny Arar's logic. A legend's presence would tip the balance far beyond anything they could handle.

"Also," Arar added, his tone shifting, "keep an eye on Carl. Don't make any moves against him just yet. We still can't be sure if he's part of the Silver Mane Tribe."

The mention of Carl made the blurry figure tense. Carl's sudden arrival had been suspicious from the start, especially with the two critical pieces of information he'd brought with him, news of super crops and whispers of a legend.

Arar narrowed his eyes. "It's all too convenient. He could very well be a plant from the Silver Mane Tribe. But why would a scout leak such valuable information? It doesn't make sense."

Arar fell silent for a moment, weighing the possibilities. "Or maybe Carl is simply a talented individual," he mused. "And destroying talent without proof is not the act of a wise leader."

"I understand," the blurry figure replied, though his voice remained laced with uncertainty.

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The next morning, the first rays of sunlight broke through the sky as Logan stirred in bed. He had been up late the previous night, celebrating with the warriors until midnight. As he stepped out of his chamber, a familiar voice greeted him.

"Finally awake?" teased Logan, a striking red-haired wolf beauty, sitting casually at a wooden table. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at him, clearly enjoying the playful banter.

Logan grinned in return. "Have you eaten already?"

Logan giggled and stuck out her tongue. "Still eating? It's already so late! Ginny, Kevin, why don't you tell your lazy brother what time it is?"

Across the room, Logan' younger siblings, Ginny and Kevin, were busy learning to read. He couldn't help but smile as he watched them. Their dedication to their lessons was admirable, and it warmed his heart to see them taking their studies so seriously.

Ginny was focused on her travel dreams, hoping to explore the vast world one day, while Kevin was set on becoming a great merchant. For both of them, Logan had insisted they master two critical languages: the human common tongue and the elvish script.

Human writing, also known as the common language, was essential for navigating the bustling human world. It was a language that all races prioritized, especially since the human kingdoms were known for their wealth and prosperity. Many humanoid races aspired to enter the human world, making the common language a necessary skill.

But elvish? That was a different story entirely. The elvish script was the origin of all writing systems, a language that held the key to many ancient texts and high-level magic. Once someone mastered elvish, learning other languages became a simple task. For Ginny and Kevin, learning both languages was a gateway to their future aspirations.

As Logan watched them practice, he felt a surge of pride. They were growing into their own, and with Logan's guidance, they would soon be well-prepared for the world beyond their home.