On an unknown beast skin, the giant Blood Claw banner fluttered in the wind, symbolizing the Blood Claw Tribe.

The Blood Claw Tribe, one of the few top tribes on the outskirts of the Kawa Great Forest, with a population of hundreds of thousands, could rival some of the weaker duchies in the Human World.

Among this massive population, the number of Extraordinary Professionals continuously emerges, from Bronze, Silver to even Gold, these strong individuals are numerous. The powerful Lord of the Blood Claw Tribe has even cultivated a Bronze Level elite beastman guard of over a thousand members, making the overall strength of the tribe fearsome.

There are several such powerful beastman forces at the frontier.

If these powerful beastman tribal forces were placed in an equally powerful realm of the Human World, with the population area they control, they already have the qualifications to become a duchy.

At this time, a multitude of beastman tribes gathered at the frontier began to form an alliance to face the threat of the Undead Calamity from behind, which was the result of deliberations among the Blood Claw and several other powerful tribes.

The alliance of several large tribes almost controlled the whole alliance's voice.

The powerful Lord of the Blood Claw Tribe was one of the leaders of this alliance, with several high-level leaders deciding the future strategies and direction of the Tribe Alliance's war.

"Gross, your strength has become even stronger. You indeed live up to being the bravest warrior within my Blood Claw; your bravery is worthy of all beastman admiration."

On the mountains, looking at the figure under the waterfall bearing the terrible pressure, breaking the cloth, Rulga, the strategist of the Blood Claw Tribe, considered the most cunning, cruel, and terrifying in the eyes of humans, slowly spoke.

"Roar!"

Perceiving someone coming from behind, that massive and robust figure suddenly threw a punch, and the mighty Fighting Qi burst forth, the visible airwaves reversed the descending thousands of tons of water skyward, while that figure stamped a foot on the ground, shattering the rocks that remained hard after countless time's erosion, and the entire person shot up, crashing down beside Rulga like a meteor bomb.

The earth shattered under this mighty force, and the airflow mixed with dust swept open.

"Rulga, what are you here for, plotting some scheme again?"

Gross stood on the shattered ground, his sturdy muscles like wrought fine steel, bulging in ridges, his Fighting Qi released, and his dark gold fur dried instantly, his huge body resembling refined gold, stuffed with terrible, indestructible power beneath the taut muscles.

Gross shot a cold glance at Rulga, evaporating the water on his body, speaking in a muffled, deep voice.

For this person before him, Gross had mixed feelings.

On one hand, the Blood Claw Tribe's ability to grow to its current state owed much to Rulga's schemes.

But simultaneously, this guy never considered tribe members as companions, sacrificing thousands of lives to achieve a certain goal was not worth a mention. Before this, Gross had fallen victim to one of his schemes, evidenced by the huge, hideous scar across his chest.

Being recognized as the Blood Claw Tribe's foremost warrior, Gross, like most beastmen, had no fondness for calculations, which doomed his relationship with Rulga to be less than favorable.

"Gross, no need to look at me like that, this time it's on the leader's orders, the Blue Young Dragon that caused your brother's death last time, you're allowed to kill it now."

Rulga waved his hand to dismiss his guards, not looking at Gross beside him; his gaze drifted towards the endless sky beyond the mountain peak.

"I know suppressing your thoughts of revenge irked you before, but it concerned the tribe's future strategy, then was not okay, now it is."

"What are you up to again?"

Gross did not immediately agree with Rulga, his large eyes fixated on him.

Inheriting the beastmen's impulsive and straightforward personality, reaching the status of the top warrior in the Blood Claw Tribe wasn't achieved by being utterly foolish.

His brother Grom, during the advance to establish a foothold, was beset by a Clan led by some Young Dragon nesting nearby. At that time, Gross indeed thought of seeking revenge but was suppressed by Rulga.

Because, despite the Blue Young Dragon being just a Silver Level orphan dragon as per the search, within this Barbaric Zone of the Kawa Great Forest, the Dragon Race's power was not small either, who knew if rash actions would attract a big enemy to the Blood Claw Tribe?

Beastmen's nature was all about fighting when unsatisfied; however, Rulga was an exception, considering more from a benefit standpoint, which led the Blood Claw Tribe to grow from a moderate tribe to its present status.

At the time, Gross felt very aggrieved, filled with displeasure towards Rulga, eventually leaving the Blood Claw Tribe's base to come here, striking the waterfall, training himself away from the aggravation, and enhancing his strength.

"Give me a reason, don't think of fooling me easily."

Although Gross disliked pondering too much, it didn't mean he was purely foolish, he knew some things.

Now, suddenly allowing his vengeance, remembering Rulga's previous actions made Gross contemplate whether he had become a pawn to achieve some ends.

Seeing Gross's expression, Rulga understood that some explanation was needed today.

"Gross, both you and I know we exist on the Bloody Border merely because the Inner Domain Royal Court requires so..."

"No need to ask more, did you really think the humans erected the Iron Wall Great Wall at the edge of the Kawa Great Forest just to prevent our plunder before the winter?"

"Simply by seizing grain resources from the Human World, it's impossible to maintain the survival of millions of beastmen; our existence is merely as the court requires us outside as a buffer line.... But now, hmph, those self-considered noble purebloods think they have the power to break everything..... and we are used as discard waste, becoming for some thing's nourishing material."

Rulga snorted coldly, his face turning unpleasant talking about this matter.

The hundreds of thousands to millions of beastmen population in the frontier zone, abandoned just like that, while being used as raw materials; even if those people were the legendary pureblood, who would willingly go to death.

Mutant Evil Spirit? Ha!

"Inner Domain Royal Court, is that legend true? Does the heartland truly have a Royal Court established by those purebloods?"

Gross didn't notice these points but was instead focused on another, eyes wide with disbelief, and asked further:

"And, what do you mean by nourishing material, how does this relate to me killing the Young Dragon?"

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