Free Web NovelFor the vast majority of Half-Guitan tribes, their sole purpose of existence was to await the command of their supreme Shaman King again.
Therefore, after Clan Leader Tuo’eli Le extended invitations to the various tribes, medium-sized and larger tribes quickly arrived at Devil City within an hour, either with their Clan Leader personally present or by sending envoys. News also came from members of smaller tribes that they were on their way.
For a time, hundreds of Half-Guitan, each with different appearances and various non-human features—some burly and strong, others hideous and terrifying, or gloomy and twisted—gathered in Devil City, creating a scene somewhat reminiscent of a gathering of demons.
If all these Half-Guitan were replaced with urban legend, in terms of effective combat power alone, it would already be close to Hua City's Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. And those present here were not even the full fighting force of all tribes that could participate in battle.
When the time truly came to enter Yumen Pass, the number of Half-Guitan might even double or triple.
Those other tribal envoys, who had little say and were practically there to listen to the results of the interest distribution among the three super-large tribes, gathered on the periphery of the open-air plaza formed by the Yardang landforms in Devil City.
The air was filled with noisy chatter, interspersed with occasional spine-chilling growls.
After the envoys or Clan Leaders of the various tribes had gathered, Clan Leader Tuo’eli Le finally appeared before the Half-Guitan with Fang Ji, instantly drawing all eyes.
He walked through the Half-Guitan crowded around the periphery, strolling forward nonchalantly, fully displaying the demeanor of a host and the person holding the key to rescuing the Shaman King.
Clan Leader Tuo’eli Le continued forward until he reached the center of the plaza, where he saw the envoys from the three super-large tribes whispering something. He walked over without hesitation.
“Long time no see, everyone.” That dark-skinned face grinned, revealing his scythe-shaped fangs to the three somewhat displeased faces.
“It’s not me saying this... but have you forgotten why we’re gathered here today? I haven’t even arrived yet. What could you possibly discuss, no matter how much you talk?”
As he spoke, he sat down, using his body to nudge aside the Bo Ci Clan envoy with a large head and bluish-green skin. He waved his hand and said, “But it doesn’t matter. After all, we’re gathered here to participate in a grand event, so there’s no need to fuss over these minor details.”
“Continue, continue. Let me also hear what you were just saying.”
To be honest, Clan Leader Tuo’eli Le initially didn't want to act so arrogantly.
His original plan was to prepare food and fine wine, as usual, and meet the two Clan Leaders and the son of a Clan Leader who came as an envoy, with a more respectful attitude.
However, when he voiced his thoughts, he was immediately stopped by Fang Ji.
According to Fang Ji, times were different now. All Half-Guitan tribes now relied on him to participate in the mission to rescue the Shaman King.
Any hint of humility from him would make people think he was easy to bully, leading to encroachment on his interests, or even directly excluding him, the initiator, from the operation. freewёbnoνel.com
Then, Fang Ji told him a series of action plans.
Although Clan Leader Tuo’eli Le initially had some reservations, feeling that if he followed every instruction from this Left Envoy Fang of the Miracle Order, he would feel somewhat like a mere tool.
But now, looking at the three faces he usually had to appease with a smile, he suddenly realized that acting arrogant felt truly satisfying.
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“Tuoeli Le, look at you, gloating like a petty man. I really want to chop you into pieces and throw you into the Gobi Desert to feed the wolves.”
The sarcastic man wore a black beast-skin robe, had a pointed, monkey-like face, whiskers like a mouse, and three pairs of small ears hidden in his hair, indicating his identity as a member of the Ana Tribe.
“Uta You” means “witch doctor.”
This was the only tribe among all Half-Guitan tribes where every member had an inherent characteristic.
The reason this tribe could become a super-large tribe was not due to any special reason, but simply because they were particularly prolific compared to other tribes that struggled with reproduction.
Their tribal member count was several, even dozens, of times greater than other tribes.
Simply put, more people naturally meant greater strength.
And all of this was thanks to one of their ancestors a century ago, who, when combining with a urban legend, chose a mutated urban legend whose power was related to reproduction.
That mouse-like appearance was a characteristic of that urban legend.
“Oh? Then go ahead and do it!” Clan Leader Tuo’eli Le retorted, “If I die, even if you enter Yumen Pass, it will be a wasted trip.”
While the two bickered, the Bo Ci Clan envoy remained silent, merely shaking his large head as if he might fall asleep at any moment.
Those seated in the center of this plaza were all Clan Leaders of major tribes. As the son of a Clan Leader, his presence felt like suddenly joining an important discussion among elders, making him feel constrained.
Therefore, he could only follow his ailing father's instructions: speak less, observe more, and only open his mouth when tribal interests were truly involved.
After snapping at the Clan Leader of the Uta You Tribe, Clan Leader Tuo’eli Le waited for a moment. Seeing that the three people present showed no intention of speaking, he began to speak on his own.
“Since none of you are speaking, then allow me to say a few words?”
He paused, a smile appearing on his face, and said directly, “I’m sure you’ve already felt it on your way here—the wind has picked up. We should be taking action soon.”
“This operation is different from dealing with the Night Watch or the Yumen Sand Sea faction in the past. Acting independently will definitely not end well. We should first choose a leader. My suggestion is to choose me.”
“Are you dreaming?” Gu'er Alasi Lan, the Clan Leader of the Arslan Tribe, who had been silent for a long time, cast a cold and fierce gaze. “Yumen Pass is bound to be extremely dangerous. If you become the leader today and then an accident occurs tomorrow, leaving your corpse in the wilderness, wouldn’t that cause chaos?”
“If you ask me, the leader should be chosen from the strongest fighters.”
There was a hint of threat in his words, as an accident might not necessarily come from threats within Yumen Pass.
And the Arslan Tribe had always been known for its formidable combat power, so getting rid of Clan Leader Tuo’eli Le without anyone knowing would not be particularly difficult.
“Gu'er Alasi Lan, you should know me; I’ve always admired your strength,” Clan Leader Tuo’eli Le shook his head and sighed, “But this time is different!”
“This ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) time, not only will members of our various tribes be acting together, but also members of the Miracle Order. With your temper, you’re bound to clash with them. If you get carried away and start a war with our allies, that’s when things will truly go wrong!”
Moreover, it's not certain who will suffer an accident! Clan Leader Tuo’eli Le added in his mind.
Earlier, when Fang Ji insisted that he secure this leader position, he promised him that if anyone objected, he would help him eliminate them, ensuring it would be done without a trace, so that even the most powerful being would have to call it an accident.
After all, Left Envoy Fang of the Miracle Order was most skilled at making people unlucky, leading to accidents.
As soon as these words were spoken, the medium-sized tribal members on the periphery burst into an uproar.
“Miracle Order? Why cooperate with them?”
“Damn it, is this Tuoeli Le fellow losing his mind? Haven’t the Miracle Order been our enemies for generations?”
“...”
Just as the Half-Guitan were discussing animatedly, Clan Leader Tuo’eli Le spoke again, raising his voice a few decibels, “In this world, there is never absolute hatred, only absolute interest. Although the Miracle Order used to be our mortal enemies, that doesn’t mean they are now...”
“Currently, the Miracle Order has found the legendary treasure left by the Hong Bian Demonic Monk, and they are absolutely confident in awakening the Demonic Monk. At that time, everyone will be able to fulfill a wish, which will definitely benefit our rescue of Lord Shaman King.”
“Furthermore, after entering Yumen Pass, the Miracle Order will do their utmost to help us...”
As he spoke, seeing the Half-Guitan on the periphery gradually quiet down and fall into thought, Clan Leader Tuo’eli Le withdrew his gaze and looked at the three prominent figures beside him, revealing a meaningful smile.
“You might think that anyone can cooperate with the Miracle Order as a leader, and that it’s the same without me, but if you really think that, you’ve misunderstood. Without me, the Miracle Order will never cooperate with you.”
After speaking, he turned to look at Fang Ji.
Fang Ji met his gaze and nodded cooperatively.
The faces of the people from the three major tribes immediately became a sight to behold.
Did they really have to let him be the leader?
