Chapter 2750: Chapter 917: Burn, Moss Valley! (Part 2)
Therefore, Chieftain Amot pondered for a moment and then politely declined:
"I am very willing to help you, Xinger. My god also needs a healthy Whip-tail Chieftain; however, you may not yet know that the central battlefield has just had a breakthrough. The Nord’s Klim Fortress has already collapsed under the divine power of my god, and General Huggesen will soon be able to lead his army into that fertile land.
In this way, both the Gehrman·Bonebite Chieftain in the west and General Huggesen in the center have achieved great victories, and the unfinished grand undertaking of the King of Bone Biting might even have a chance of realization.
I am on the verge of calling upon the entire Blood Scar Clan to join this great conquest, and I really..."
"But you need food and enough weapons."
Old Singer, lying on the litter, was gasping for breath, and his difficult stance made Chieftain Amot worry if this guy would die right in front of him the next second.
But Xinger eventually said what he wanted to say, and the cunning old man whispered:
"I know my request is too much, so I brought gifts! Gifts for the Blood Scar Clan. A fifth of the food owned by the Whip-tail Clan I’ve brought along, and many of the armor and weapons we’ve stored.
They’re now just outside Moss Valley, and you can send someone to receive them.
I have only one request...
Since my god’s conquest of the world is about to begin, I should get healthy as soon as possible! I don’t want to miss this holy war, and I want to continue to dedicate my strength to my god.
I’m begging you, Amot.
Help me, this is just an old man’s plea to regain strength to serve the divine spirit, at worst it can’t lead to worse results, right?
Help me!
Hold a prayer ceremony for me!
All the things I’ve brought belong to you, my clan still has many things, help me, Amot, help me escape death!
I can give them all to you..."
"Xinger, calm down, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, it’s just..."
"Fifty thousand Throne Wolves!"
Old Singer gritted his teeth and said:
"I’ll give you another fifty thousand Throne Wolves, enough to equip a powerful Throne Wolf Riders, help me!"
"This isn’t a trade! Damn it, we are discussing faith, we..."
"Ten vassal clans!"
Old Singer upped the ante once more.
His breathing became more rapid, much like a dying old man dreading death, eager to spend all his treasures just for a second chance at life.
"You..."
Old Singer’s offer was so generous that even Amot was a bit dumbfounded.
Honestly, in that instant, dark thoughts stirred in the heart of the Blood Scar Leader. He might use the excuse of this life-prolonging ceremony to squeeze the prosperous Whip-tail Clan dry, but then he thought again, as the conquest of the continent was about to commence, all clans would need to mobilize fully to aid the advances of both the western and central battlefields.
Pressing the Whip-tail Clan too hard at such a crucial moment wouldn’t benefit the Master of Hunting’s cause.
"Alright, I’ve seen your utmost loyalty to the divine spirit, Xinger."
Amot’s tone shifted, feigning sincerity, and he said:
"We Wolf People do not need these gifts to prove our sincerity to our god, as faith itself is the most glorious reward, but considering our god’s wish for world conquest, I will accept your sincerity.
I will immediately gather the priests to prepare for your prayer ceremony, but you must also send your confidants back to your clan to rally your clansmen for this war.
This is the bottom line!
No negotiation."
"Okay, okay, everything’s fine! I just want my ceremony... cough, cough, I mean, all members of the Whip-tail Clan are eagerly anticipating dedicating their strength to my god."
Old Singer responded a bit excitedly, then he said:
"Then, I will await your good news at the Whip-tail Clan’s camp in the valley. I hope to enjoy the divine spirit’s grace by tomorrow, and of course, a healthy Great Chief will help boost a clan’s morale.
Wouldn’t you agree?"
"Greedy old thing!"
Chieftain Amot immediately felt a sense of disgust; was this Old Singer too anxious?
To prepare the ceremony in just one night, he would have to gather at least two-thirds of the priests in Moss Valley, but seeing the dreadful state of Old Singer, Amot also somewhat understood why this guy was so anxious.
Old Singer now coughed several times even when trying to say a word, his heartbeat was so weak that it was difficult even for someone like Gold to detect. He had indeed reached the brink of death, and whether he could survive the night was a matter of uncertainty.
"Alright, alright, I’ll gather people immediately to prepare the ceremony for you; this is an honor you deserve as a Great Chief."
Considering the valuable gifts, Amot reluctantly agreed, watching Old Singer leave with countless thanks, and the clan leader immediately summoned the Military Governor responsible for guarding the valley in the Blood Scar Clan.
After hearing the clan leader’s inquiry, the latter immediately reported:
"Outside the valley there is indeed a large convoy. The Whip-tail Clan has brought 260 large carts pulled by Roth Beasts, half loaded with food, the other half with weapons and armor. I have already sent people to check them, and currently, no issues have been found.
However, for such a large convoy, there are also a large number of Barbarian Soldiers escorting it, totaling over three thousand people."
"Let them deliver the items into the Blood Scar Clan’s warehouse, then make them leave the Sacred Land as soon as possible!"
Chieftain Amot instructed:
