Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 32 Union

  The gloomy sky did not see any sunlight, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

   There is no wind in the mountains and forests, and the hot weather is almost suffocating.

   "The pioneer leader is leaving? Is the news reliable?"

  In the not-so-spacious wooden house, dozens of serious-looking savages gathered.

  The smell of sweat and spices mixed together, fermented in this humid and hot environment, and finally became a weird smell.

   "Of course it's reliable!" The savage sitting at the top said in a deep voice.

  He is a middle-aged man in his forties. He is tall, with powerful limbs and fierce eyes. What attracts the most attention is his dark blue skin——

   This is the characteristic of the blue-skinned tribe.

  As the savage tribe in this mountainous area second only to the Huya tribe, the Blueskin tribe also sent people to participate in the battle of Yingzui Island last time, and also suffered heavy losses.

   But obviously, unlike the Huya tribe, the Blueskin tribe is not willing to surrender.

   "How is it? Do you dare to take this opportunity to do it again?" Linia, the patriarch of the Blueskin Tribe, urged again.

  This time he summoned the leaders of the thirteen nearby tribes, just to avenge his shame.

  Of course, more importantly, he must take back those tribesmen who were captured by the people of Hewan, otherwise, without these young men, the blue-skinned tribe will surely decline.

  However, Linia's call did not receive the expected warm response.

  Obviously, the last disastrous defeat left too much psychological shadow on these tribal leaders. Even in the face of such a good opportunity, they didn't have the guts to fight again.

   "Everyone talk!" Linia couldn't help raising her voice, "Have you all been scared out of your wits by the people in Hewan!"

  Finally, someone said: "We are not afraid of the people of Hewan, but the Yingzui Islet is too difficult to attack, and going there will only waste the lives of more people."

"But have you ever thought about it! If we miss this opportunity, we will lose control of this mountain forest forever when the people of Hewan really build the castle! At that time, we will either surrender or be killed or expelled !

  Of course I know that Yingzuiyu is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but we have no choice!

  In order to defend this forest, for the glory of the gods, and for the glory of the savage warriors, we must take action!

  Even if you pay for it in blood! "

  Linia became more and more excited as she spoke, and finally stood up, tearing open the opening of her jacket, revealing her scarred chest.

  The members of the blue-skin tribe all have crazy genes. They may not be the most powerful on the battlefield, but they must be the most terrifying.

  After their weird blue skins were soaked in blood, they looked like devils crawling out of hell.

  And now, being swept by the murderous eyes of the ferocious, almost crazy Linia, everyone in the audience was silent, for fear that the patriarch of the blue-skinned tribe could not control his emotions and start killing.

  But just as everyone was holding their breath, there was a melodious female voice:

   "Our Crow Tribe will not participate in this matter."

   The person who spoke was a woman sitting in a corner. She was wearing a veil and couldn't see her face clearly, but her beautiful purple eyes were enough to attract the attention of all men.

   Moreover, she has fair skin, a slender figure, and an elegant temperament. She doesn't look like a savage at all, but more like a noble lady who walked out of a castle.

  At this time, she is like a proud white swan, sitting among a group of native chickens.

   And those local chickens cast greedy eyes on her.

   Well, it wasn't all greed, at least there was a blue-skinned chicken with particularly fierce eyes, as if it was about to skin the woman and cramp it.

   "Swimming Crow Tribe? When will it be a woman's turn to speak in the Swimming Crow Tribe? Where's the patriarch Ruen?"

   Facing Linia's devouring eyes, Nora smiled lightly and said:

   "My husband returned to the embrace of the gods three months ago, so now the warriors of the Raven Tribe obey my orders."

   "Your husband is dead. Could it be that all the other men in the Crow Tribe are also dead? You actually succumbed to a woman's knee!"

  Hearing such disrespectful words, the two savage warriors beside Nora stood up angrily and wanted to draw their swords to defend the reputation of their patriarch.

  But Nora waved her hand to stop her subordinates, her tone still unhurried:

   "Linia, we, the Raven Tribe, will not participate in your actions. Of course, we will not surrender to the people of the river bay. We only serve the old gods and obey his every oracle."

   After finishing speaking, he was about to turn around and leave the cabin.

   "Stop!" Of course Linia would not allow her to leave, otherwise the alliance would fall apart before it was established.

  Looking at the group of blue-skinned warriors blocking the gate, Nora frowned slightly and asked:

   "Linia, we have eaten the bread and salt of the Blueskin Tribe. Are you going to destroy the guest rights? Are you not afraid of being rejected by the gods?"

  Linia sneered:

"Woman, don't pretend to be innocent with me. I heard that some people from the Huya Tribe were inquiring about you before, saying that the nobleman from the River Bend wants to see you. If I let you go, who knows if you will turn around?" Just inform the people of Hewan!"

  Nara sighed and explained:

   "That's right, the river bend nobleman is indeed looking for us, but I have already declined his invitation. If you are still not at ease, I can swear to the old gods that I will never reveal your plan."

   "I don't believe in women's oaths!" Linia said coldly, "So, please stay with me for a few more days, and when the war is over, I will naturally set you free."

  Nara had no choice but to go back to the room and sit down again.

  Linia took a deep breath, and was about to mobilize the rest of the tribal leaders again, but suddenly saw a figure walking in from the door.

   "Sorry, I'm a step late, I hope it's not too late."

   Everyone followed the prestige, and all of them showed expressions of astonishment.

  Because the person who came was the patriarch of the Huya tribe——Qiman!

  Linia immediately ran to the door, embraced Chiman's arm affectionately, and laughed loudly:

   "My good nephew, you really came! I knew that you definitely didn't really surrender to the people of Hewan!"

  The old patriarch of the Huya tribe married Linia's sister, but because she passed away early, the relationship between the two families gradually became colder. But in any case, this blood relationship has always existed.

   "Yes, uncle. I had no choice but to surrender to the people of Hewan back then, but I have never forgotten the hatred of my father and brothers! Now is the best time for us to take revenge!"

"That's right!" Linia held Cheeman's hand and stood in the center of the venue, his gaze slowly sweeping across everyone's faces, "Leaders, what are you afraid of? With the warriors of the Huya tribe as internal support, Eagle Zuiyu is no longer impenetrable! Don't you have the courage to avenge your shame?"

  After seeing Cheeman, the faces of the tribal leaders began to change. At this time, when they heard Linia's words, they stopped hesitating and echoed:

   "Okay! Our Longbeard tribe can produce 200 warriors, vowing to break through Yingzui Islet, and we will be ashamed!"

   "We can send one hundred and fifty warriors!"

   "We can send seventy warriors!"

  …

  The atmosphere at the venue suddenly became heated, and the tribal leaders seemed to have changed their appearance, and they all took out their last family fortunes, preparing to fight the Hewan people.

  Linia and Cheeman stood in the middle of the crowd, accepting the compliments and cheers from the crowd, with a complacent look, as if the victory was already within reach.

  (end of this chapter)