Free Web NovelChapter 521: Chapter 393: The Chosen Witch and Pitiful Teng Qian
’That’s right. As long as I become so powerful that no one can touch me, then if we decide to attack the tribes of the Polar Forest, the Scorpion Tribe won’t dare pull any tricks. They’ll probably be desperate to follow along and curry favor with us.’
The witch clenched her fist. ’Power...’
The next morning, the Wizards from the Super Tribe awoke from their meditation.
"Lord Wizard, I have something to report."
The brown-haired Beastman stood respectfully outside the door. He could hear the voices of the Wizards talking inside the stone house.
"Come in."
The Beastman pulled aside the Beast Skin curtain at the entrance of the stone house and went inside. Two Beastman Warriors followed him, carrying trays of food for the Wizards.
"Lord Wizard, last night the Salt Witch approached me. He wishes to request that you treat a witch from his tribe who is said to have exceptional talent."
"An exceptionally talented witch?"
The one who spoke was the Male Wizard who had been riding the beast the day before. He set down his food and looked at the Beastman. "What kind of injury is it?"
The Beastman replied respectfully, "All I know is that she injured her leg while attending a trade meet. The wound is quite severe because it wasn’t treated promptly, so now she can’t walk."
"Bring her here so I can have a look. If her talent is truly exceptional, I don’t mind treating her."
The Wizard said coolly.
He didn’t have high hopes for this "exceptional talent." Far too many talented Wizards and Beastmen were chosen for the Super Tribe each year. He and the others had seen so many gifted individuals that they were no longer easily impressed.
With the Lord Wizard’s permission, the Beastman respectfully withdrew from the house and headed for the Salt Witch’s stone house.
"Witch..."
The witch nervously wrung her hands, staring at the doorway, which was covered by a Beast Skin curtain. It felt as if a thousand ants were crawling all over her heart.
The Salt Witch glanced at her with a frown. "Relax."
As an old male who had lived for a very long time, the Salt Witch’s temperament was naturally far more composed than the young witch’s.
The witch took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
"Witch, the Messenger from the Super Tribe is here."
A Beastman’s voice sounded from outside. The Salt Witch rose from the Beast Skin mat. He gave the slightly agitated witch a calm look before heading to the entrance.
"Show the Messenger in."
The witch felt pinned to the Beast Skin mat by the Salt Witch’s gaze, and she struggled to suppress her inner turmoil.
The brown-haired Beastman was shown into the stone house. His eyes immediately fell upon a stunningly beautiful female sitting demurely on a Beast Skin mat. When she saw him enter, a gentle smile graced her lips.
’This feeling...’
The brown-haired Beastman felt as if a beautiful flower had bloomed in his heart, and he could even smell its sweet fragrance.
Seeing the amazement in the Beastman’s eyes, the witch’s smile grew even gentler. "My leg is injured, so I cannot stand. Please, Lord Messenger, don’t take offense."
The brown-haired Beastman reined in his awe and laughed heartily. "So you’re the witch the Salt Witch mentioned! Our tribe’s Lord Wizard has agreed to treat you, but first, he’ll need to test your witch power."
The witch smiled gently and nodded. "Thank you, Lord Messenger and Lord Wizard."
With that, she looked toward a nearby Beastman Warrior.
The Beastman Warrior stepped forward respectfully and lifted the witch into his arms.
The brown-haired Beastman nodded. He began walking toward the Wizards’ quarters, speaking with the Salt Witch beside him as they went.
Only the Salt Witch, walking beside him, knew just how many times the brown-haired Beastman glanced at the witch on their way.
A profound glint flickered deep in the Salt Witch’s eyes, and as if he’d thought of something, the smile on his lips deepened.
"Lord Wizard, I’ve brought the Salt Witch and the witch."
The smile on the witch’s lips faltered slightly. In that moment, she truly felt the disparity.
’They were all witches and Wizards, but the Super Tribe Messenger’s attitude toward the Salt Witch was completely different from his attitude toward the Wizards of his own tribe.’
The sense of disparity weighed heavily on the witch.
’So in the eyes of the Super Tribe, were witches from ordinary tribes like us not even worthy of respect?’
"Come in."
As her thoughts churned, a male voice that didn’t sound very old came from inside the house.
’Could someone so young already be more powerful than even the Salt Witch?’
The witch was deeply shaken.
The curtain at the entrance was pulled aside. Inside, four Lord Wizards sat cross-legged on Beast Skin mats. They were draped in mysterious, soft Beast Skins, revealing only their deep-set eyes.
"Be seated."
The speaker was the Male Wizard in the very center.
From the moment she entered, his gaze fell upon the young female held in the Beastman’s arms.
