Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 191: Tribesmen (2)

The 5 messengers were very familiar with the surrounding areas, but with Dyon’s guidance, they were even quicker. They avoided beast dens with ease and approached their targets.

Back within the Mellow Tribe, Dyon began to organize the 53 warriors. Though these tribes seemed backwards, they didn’t have the luxury of treating women with kid gloves. Just like the men, they too were warriors. In some cases, they were stronger than even their male counterparts.

The Mellow Tribe’s terrain seemed no different from that of the other tribes, but that was only from a narrow perspective. Dyon had chosen this place for three main reasons: elevations, natural protections and underground caves.

In Dyon’s estimation, this area once experienced a terrible amount of pressure. Not only did this cause the ground to swell, the ensuing Energy Surge was so powerful that it created not just one, but numerous underground caves in the general vicinity.

When Dyon was in the process of concurring this tribe, it was these very underground inner workings that they tried to take advantage of to escape. But, Dyon’s divine sense had already located them. historical

What was more important here was the swelling of the ground. The slope was gentle and over a long distance, so it was difficult to notice at first glance. However, it definitely existed. It had about a 10-15% incline. It was small, but Dyon had to make do.

As much as he wanted a perfect mountain fortress, there was no such thing on the Ancient Battlefield.

No. This wasn’t true. In fact, just 50-60 kilometers east of the Mellow Tribe, there was a striking mountain range so large that Dyon couldn’t believe it had formed naturally.

What Dyon meant to say was that there were no human settlements in such places because they were the realms of beasts that would make even the Demon Sage in his prime feel his heart quicken. Yes. The very same Demon Sage who slaughter a Higher Existence Infernal Beast all to use its infernal core to power his mystical world.

Just like the rivers and lakes no one dared to approach, the mountain ranges of the Ancient Battlefield were death zones no one dared to step into.

The Ancient Battlefield was not ruled by humans. Even the so-called “center region” warriors Chieftain Mellow all but worshipped weren’t even truly within the center of the Ancient Battlefield. They were just closer to the center than most other tribes and clans.

However, this was perfect. This meant that Dyon could ignore the east and most and south the mountain ranges extended to because attacks were unlikely to come from those regions, he’d have a small elevation advantage he could grow, and an underground working of tunnels that could be useful if applied properly.

Dyon got to work.

It didn’t need to be stated how difficult it was to build a fortress in this place. Digging into the ground was impossible. This not only meant any structures built would be inherently weak without the ground for an anchor, but even gathering resources to build such structures was nigh impossible.

This was why warfare in this place was so difficult. Even if you got around the Energy Surges and the lack of resources and the dangerous beasts, it was still impossible to fortify strategic points.

And, even if you managed to do all of that, how would you sustain large populations of people without food and water? Small communities worked, but on a larger scale, anyone familiar with such matters knew it was a foolhardy attempt.

However, Dyon was different.                                                                                                                            

Firstly, he didn’t plan to use the underground workings for something as simple as sneak attacks. He instead planned to use them as anchors for his fortress.

The Mellow Tribe was special in that a large Energy Surge of the past created numerous underground workings beneath their tribe. But, while they saw escape routes, Dyon saw dozens holes to be exploited.

With a wave of his hand, Dyon formed large structures that dug into these holes. Walls soaring dozens of meters seemed to appear out of nowhere, causing those of the Mellow Tribe to tremble, their eyes shining with thoughts of worship.

Secondly, Dyon scoffed at the thought of lack of anchors. What better anchors could there be than the massive trees that surrounded them all? These trees were just as sturdy as the ground beneath their feets. Small tribes and villages could only build around them, there wasn’t a single clearing in sight.

After making sturdy and tall structures around the tribe, Dyon began to make use of the trees as well. Building archery hubs high up within them and supplementing them with lookout hubs.

As for food and water? Dyon didn’t worry about such a thing either.

Dyon could create common grade herbs with a single thought. Though it was on an incredibly small, and insignificant scale, that was akin to creating life. Making water appear from thin air was as simple as breathing even if he hadn’t comprehended water will.

As for the matters of food, common grade herbs weren’t enough to feed individuals with such powerful bodies. However, the amount of meat they needed to sustain themselves wasn’t very much at all. In fact, just like Dyon previously, only a single bite was enough to leave them full for several days. Though their bodies were stronger than Dyon, their ability to digest and thus pull out their potentials was far weaker.

As a result, a single beast carcass was enough to feed a tribe of 50 for a half month. With Dyon’s hunting speed, he alone could support many more tribes before he ran into a wall.

However, Dyon didn’t plan on doing it alone. If he could, there would be no point in bringing these people under his wing.

He planned to make them stronger.