"What are we doing together, huh? You mean why we are together, right? Well, that's because we all follow Lord Leonhardt—No, Hegemon Leonhardt," Chief Silvertooth replied with an intriguing smile. He was curious how the person would respond to it.
And as expected, Whiteash did not disappoint him as he did not take it well.
"Hegemon Leonhardt? How arrogant. The battle for hegemony isn't over yet, Chief Silvertooth. Aren't you getting way too ahead of yourself?" Whiteash frowned at Chief Silvertooth's statement.
"Furthermore, I've met Young Master Leonhardt before at the Darkmoon Tribe. He is indeed very impressive and capable for his age. There aren't any Battle Masters strong enough to be his opponent."
"However, he is still too young, and his strength is still inadequate. And yet, you made that person your Lord? No, wait a minute…" Whiteash was suddenly alarmed as he recalled an important detail. "Your Mighty Whitewolf Tribe and the Black Warbear Tribe weren't together before this…"
Whiteash quickly realized that the Mighty Whitewolf Tribe, the Black Warbear Tribe, and their subordinate tribes must have joined forces with the Divine Tortoise Tribe during the battle against the creatures from the crater.
"The two chiefs from the western tribes are also here… Along with you all claiming Young Master Leonhardt as your Lord, that means the southern tribes are also part of your alliance…"
"T-this… so many powers had actually joined forces…!" Whiteash was shocked.
But even then, Whiteash had yet to realize the most important point. Or rather, Chief Silvertooth had already pointed it out. However, Whiteash refused to believe and accept it due to his own lack of knowledge and worldly view.
"Hahaha…" Chief Ironshield chuckled while stroking his grey beard before saying, "Arrogant? Perhaps, we are arrogant; however, we have the right to be arrogant!"
"Well said!" Chief Sul-Dahki exclaimed.
"More than half the Infertile Plains has been united under Hegemon Leonhardt's banner. Even if you think this much force isn't enough for our Lord to assume hegemony, do you think there is anyone to contest our Lord in power?"
"Whose power did you think created this crater, Whiteash?" Chief Sul-Dahki asked shortly after, causing Whiteash to be stunned.
"You mean… Young Master Leonhardt caused this?" Whiteash briefly glanced at the crater before returning his disbelieving gaze to Chief Sul-Dahki for confirmation or anyone who could confirm for him.
"Kekeke, look at that dumb face of yours. It must be hard to believe, right?" Chief Blackbear chuckled before saying, "If we did not witness it for ourselves, we wouldn't have believed someone could wield so much power."
"But even without the Lord's power, we still have Lord Goldenstride and Lord Nightingale."
"Who are Lord Goldenstride and Lord Nightingale?" Whiteash asked.
"I am Lord Goldenstride," Goldenstride replied.
Meanwhile, Nightingale sat on Goldenstride's back with the others in silence. She was too lazy to respond.
Nevertheless, Whiteash and his men were given another round of shock after witnessing the Golden Suanni speak.
Furthermore, it was also a Golden Suanni that could fly!
"Arch Demon level—No, Demon Lord-level Golden Suanni…?! But a Demon Lord-level beast would be called a… Divine Beast!" Whiteash exclaimed in horror.
When Whiteash only saw one Golden Suanni and a few chiefs on its back, he thought he had the advantage before their forces arrived on foot.
However, the reality was that there wasn't any advantage, to begin with. More accurately speaking, the Holy Sunfire Tribe didn't stand a chance from the start.
"Well, it seems you are aware of the power difference now," Chief Silvertooth stated.
"Hegemon Leonhardt, Lord Goldenstride, and Lord Nightingale are all existences that stand above the Battle God Realm. Your Holy Sunfire Tribe and even the Battle God Palace will not be able to stop our Lord from unifying the Infertile Plains."
"If you're wise, you know what to do right now, don't you?" Chief Silvertooth asked shortly after.
Whiteash narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you telling me to submit to Young Master Leonhardt?"
"Isn't that obvious?" Chief Silvertooth raised an eyebrow.
"After hearing everything you all said, I must admit that Young Master Leonhardt has every right and capability to assume hegemony," Whiteash acknowledged.
"However, my loyalty lies with my chief. I live for my chief, and I will gladly die for my chief. Unless my chief submits to Young Master Leonhardt, you won't get a submission out of me. You either let us go, or we will die fighting our way out."
"You'd rather sacrifice all your men than submit to our Lord?" Chief Silvertooth and the other chiefs frowned at Whiteash's stubborn and foolish decision.
"I do not fear death, nor does any of my men!" Whiteash firmly said.
However, Chief Ironshield and the others noticed many among the subordinate tribes wished to voice their fear. Alas, they ultimately kept their silence.
Chief Silvertooth and the others gave Whiteash a hard stare before they retracted their gazes with a sigh.
"My apologies, my Lord. I was incompetent and unable to talk Whiteash and his people into submitting," Chief Silvertooth said to Leon with regret.
After Chief Silvertooth wasted so much breath on Whiteash, he still couldn't accomplish anything for the Lord.
If the Lord had taken charge of the matter from the start, perhaps the result would have been different – or so Chief Silvertooth thought.
However, stubborn people are not easy to convince when they don't even fear death.
"It's fine."
Leon casually shook his head before standing up and staring down at Whiteash and his warriors from the Holy Sunfire Tribe and their subordinate tribes' warriors.
"Your loyalty is worthy of respect. However, you are also very foolish. Now, leave! I will not repeat myself," Leon commanded with a firm tone, full of authority and pressure.
Whiteash and his men were shaken and intimidated. But at the same time, they were able to confirm that Leon had become an unbeatable existence.
Nevertheless, they quickly lowered their heads gratefully before Whiteash pulled his forces away and left the area.
"Are we really letting them go like this?" Chief Silvertooth asked while looking at the Holy Sunfire Tribe's forces retreating in the distance.
"Yeah," Leon casually replied.
"Surely their chief will make the wiser choice when we meet. However, that is for another time. The Holy Sunfire Tribe isn't important right now. We still need to deal with the Whitebone Fiends and the crater."
"Right."
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