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Another na for the Tukan Plateau was the Land of Life. With relatively stable average temperatures and lush green landscapes that appeared in the sumr, the streams flowing throughout the plateau provided a foundation for countless lives to thrive, aside from the residents of Rundalian.
Among those who benefited greatly were the indigenous peoples living in small tribes. The Tukan Plateau, where obtaining food was relatively difficult, allowed them to form primitive communities and sustain themselves. Pocha, a Werewolf hunter, was one of those fortunate enough to enjoy such blessings.
I never thought Id et Lord Jaeger in my lifeti.
As Pocha set out for the hunt, he humd a tune. Despite the rather dreary weather, his mood seed to soar. It was all thanks to eting Lord Jaeger in person.
Jaeger had co to his tribe with two human companions. They requested to stay in the village montarily, as they needed to tend to Jaegers wounds. Thanks to this, Pocha had the opportunity to rest and even engage in brief conversations with Jaeger.
His complexion doesnt look good. I hope hell recover soon
The only thing that troubled him during their conversation was Jaegers complexion, which didnt seem quite right. Sothing seed amiss. For a mont, Pocha closed his eyes and said a prayer for him.
May you find peace.
As he prayed, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. Although he hated humans, Pocha felt like the ones accompanying Jaeger wouldnt harm him.
If only I could catch a Great Deer today. That would be great.
Just as Pocha rose to continue his journey, he heard a sound.
Ugh aghhh
Hmm?
Pocha turned his head. A young Werewolf boy was dragging his leg as he walked. He looked to be no more than five or six years old.
Hey, kid, where are you going?
Ahhh.
Instead of replying, the boy let out a strange sound. His eyes lacked focus, and viscous drool dripped from his open mouth. Long, untrimd nails were visible under his drooping hands. At that mont, Pocha realized that the boy was one of the many recent cases of deformities among newborns.
Oh dear Tsk tsk.
It seed like the frequency of deformities among newborns was increasing, and he seed to be one of them. For a mont, it seed like the tribe had lost sight of him. However, even if he dragged his leg or drooled, it was considered a relatively benign symptom.
Judging by your attire, you must be from the Mossrock Tribe Co with , kid. Ill take you back.
Pocha approached the boy and reached out his hand. He couldnt ignore such deformities, which were common even in his own tribe. The young Werewolf boy continued to walk without responding.
Well, I guess Ill have to carry you then.
Just as Pocha was about to pick him up. Swoosh! Sothing swift and sharp passed by his neck like a breeze.
Huh?
Suddenly, the world around Pocha turned upside down. His body collided with the cold ground, his senses fading rapidly. In his hazy consciousness, he saw the cloudy sky above and his own body falling, his head separated from his neck in a swift motion.
Gradually, his vision faded to darkness. The boy, with his long nails stained with crimson blood, muttered in his eerie voice.
Agh I did it
Following Pochas footsteps, the Werewolf boy continued his walk. In the distance, torchlights created a blurry glow. Under the dim sky, the falling snowflakes grew heavier.
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His na is Barka. Hes the brother of Zaifa and the mastermind behind the Night of the Fangs.
Jaegers parched voice echoed through the air. Ronan and Adeshans eyes widened. After a mont of silence, Ronan spoke up.
Brother? Zaifa had a brother?
Yes. It wouldnt be surprising if you didnt know. Hes never been one to reveal his background to others. Even among our northern kin, probably no more than ten people know his true identity.
It was truly a surprising revelation. Ronan never would have thought that Zaifa had a brother. He approached in stride and squatted down in front of Jaeger again.
Tell more. What do you an by mastermind behind the Night of the Fangs?
Just as it sounds. While Zaifa was the figurehead and focal point for gathering people, all the scheming behind the scenes was done by him. Even our swift capture of Barsa Stronghold in just three days was partly due to his strategic planning.
Adeshans face stiffened at the ntion of her holand. Jaeger began to list the events Barka had orchestrated.
Unlike Zaifa, who is known for his courage and valor, hes cunning and wicked. And hes naturally gifted in strategy. Do you rember the pivotal event that led to the Night of the Fangs?
The Empires occupation of the Holy Land, Jube?
Exactly He deliberately arranged for it to be handed over. A ssenger secretly sent by Barka inford the Imperial forces of a shortcut to attack the northern defense, leading to the capture of the symbolic land of Jube. While we lost the Holy Land, it served as the focal point of our rage, rallying ten thousand of our kin.
It was a series of shocking revelations. Handing over Jube, the Holy Land of the northern beastn, to the Imperial Army and defeating the Strongholds soldiers were all Barkas sches. Jaeger continued.
He ca to directly and asked if I had any intention of becoming the King of the North. Unlike in the past, he treated with respect. Without much thought, I replied that I would do it if given the chance. The rest, as you know, is history.
Barkas visit to Jaeger occurred when he was still a prominent bandit. From that day on, Barka served as Jaegers advisor, aiming to reunite the North once again.
Why he chose Jaeger instead of himself to be the king remained unknown. However, despite his simple deanor, Jaeger possessed charisma and persuasiveness, and within just two years, he managed to build the New Northern Alliance, a powerful force. As Ronan listened to the story, his lips twisted in disbelief.
Hes dangerous. I didnt even know he existed in my past life.
Why such a giant figure hadnt appeared in his previous life was beyond comprehension. Nothing significant had happened in the North until the giants descended from the sky. All Ronan had heard about was the news of the giant Doaru, handled by Navardose, evaporating the Tukan Plateau. Suddenly, a question crossed Ronans mind.
Wait a mont. So, was Zafias defection to the Empire also an idea concocted by this Barka? It feels like a completely different course of action when I hear the explanation.
Sharp observation. To cut to the chase, no. Contrary to what you may think, surrender of the Northern Alliance was Zafias own independent decision. She wanted to secure what she had gained so far, while Barka advocated for pushing further, even to the extent of instigating a revolt in the Empire. As a result, they parted ways, likely never to reconcile again.
Jaeger spoke with a sowhat bitter tone. Indeed, as Ronan suspected, Zafias surrender and oath of loyalty were the result of her autocratic decision-making.
While Zafia sought to safeguard the rights and territories of the northern beastn through negotiations that saw her as a ntor, Barka sought to control everything. There was no doubt that there had been significant friction between the two in reaching and implenting such a decision.
Ultimately, war was simply a part of fighting, sothing Ronan knew well, but he believed Zaifas choice was the right one. Despite the ferocity of the Northern Alliances montum at the ti, it was inevitable that they would be defeated without being able to overco the giant that was the Empire. After pondering for a mont, Ronan reached a conclusion.
Barka I should take care of him before he becos a problem, even if it ans turning back for a mont.
It was too deep in now to just look back at the blacksmiths forge. Moreover, Barka belonged to the Nebula Clazier, so it was related to his duties as the Dawn. Ronan inquired.
Alright. Do you know where he fled to?
Im not exactly sure, but he probably went to Heiran. His stronghold is likely there. I once had my subordinates track him down there.
Ronan raised an eyebrow. This was another unexpected developnt. If it was Heiran, that was the destination they had originally intended to go before the journey veered off course. As Ronan recalled the situation in the blacksmiths forge, he spoke up.
Oh, while were at it, take care of your n who have occupied Heiran. Free the blacksmiths theyre holding as well.
Hey, you seem to be mistaken. If you think Im going to move according to your will
Jaeger furrowed his brow. Ronan saw a facet of evasion in his deanor, and chuckled. While it seed futile to spill everything and then still try to refuse, Ronan could understand his sentint. He might face retaliation from Barka if he inadvertently leaked secrets. Just as Jaeger was about to say sothing, he nodded his head.
No, Ill do it. Im indebted to you.
Good idea.
But theres a condition. Even if you et him, dont ntion what happened here. Tell him that I was kidnapped by you and returned, babbling nonsense from the pain of having my limbs cut off. Got it?
Seeing Ronans attempt to avoid responsibility, Jaeger chuckled dryly. Despite laying out the whole story, he wondered what the point was, but he could understand the sentint. After all, he could face Barcas retaliation for leaking secrets.
Jaeger clenched the doll. Although his head was bad, it was fortunate that his last conscience remained. Rather than such a dangerous individual like Barka, it was better to have soone like him.
I dont think you can kill Barka. Hes a different kind of monster from Zaifa. Im sure he has a strategy to eliminate you without fail.
Is that bastard also a potential swordmaster? Thats a bit tough.
I dont know because Ive never seen him fight properly. He was more suited to be a strategist than a warrior. But the Turkon blood still runs in his veins.
Ronan nodded in agreent. Just from the swift kick he received in Jaegers room, he could surmise his skill level.
Regardless of whether he was almost identical to Zaifa in stature, it seed unwise to be complacent. Suddenly, Jaeger flicked his finger as if sothing had co to mind.
Oh, right. Take this. It might help you track him down.
Huh?
However, you must never let him know about the existence of this item. He will definitely recognize that I gave it to you. Where the hell did this damn thing go
Jaeger muttered as he rummaged through his pockets. It seed like he was about to hand sothing over. After rummaging through most of his pockets, he reached into his inner pocket. Ronan narrowed his eyes as he felt a twinge of pain near his thigh.
Hmm?
Ronan? Whats wrong?
Adeshan approached him. Without a word, Ronan, who was searching the pocket where the pain occurred, pulled out a short, thick stick. It was the stakes used to curse the tribes.
What?
Damn it, this!
Both of their faces stiffened simultaneously. An evil aura emanating from the surface was even stronger. The unique purple hue of the curse was visible to the naked eye. Shrill screams echoed from outside the tent.
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