Another (Sever the Line) skill was unleashed.
This slash was cleaner since it was focused not on the power, but on execution. The Sword Domain amplified it rcilessly, doubling its lethality as the Inferno Fla flared faintly along its edge.
The remaining 4th Rank Lizardn tried desperately to respond.
They poured the last remnants of their mana into defensive skills, blades glowing dimly as they attempted to counter the incoming arc. But they were already drained from blocking the first two devastating attacks.
Their resistance collapsed instantly, as the sword energy tore through them like paper.
Bodies were split apart mid-motion, heads severed, bodies cleaved cleanly as the slash passed through them without slowing down.
One by one, the remaining 4th Ranks fell helplessly, their corpses crashing to the ground amid blood and shattered weapons.
The battlefield fell into silence.
For a brief mont, the battlefield stood frozen as ten 4th Rank Lizardn were wiped out in succession by a single man.
"Don’t chase them." Ash waved his hand casually when he looked at Vakra and Uncle Zan who were about to make their moves.
Afterward, he cleaned up the battlefield and collected the ten 4th Rank lizardn’s dead bodies before continuing on getting further to the west.
...
anwhile on Harold’s side after Ash had contacted him, he imdiately ordered everyone to gather in front of him including those from the previous Redhorn Tribe who participated in the battle.
"We have received another order from the Tribe Lord." Harold spoke, glancing at everyone with a serious expression. "We need to subjugate more tribes as soon as possible and the target are those tribes who don’t possess 4th Rank, yet possess a decent strength that’s not too weak or too strong."
He continued as his gaze was fixed on the 4th Rank from the previous Redhorn Tribe. "Gorak, tell the tribes in the surrounding area that fit the criteria."
Gorak explained that there were several tribes in the surrounding area where one of them wasn’t even far from there.
Subsequently, Harold briefed him about the way they subjugate other tribes for a few monts.
"We will divide ourselves into three groups with I, Riven, and Gorak acting as the leaders. Each group will be filled with twenty 3rd Ranks, leaving ten people to stay here in case sothing happens while we’re away." Harold looked at everyone.
After the groups were being divided, they instantly departed heading toward their target.
Five minutes later, Harold’s group had almost arrived at the Vurnak Tribe, a tribe that was considered to have a decent strength within the area where they possessed eight 3rd Ranks.
The mont they were a few hundred ters away from the stronghold, a loud horn could be heard coming from ahead of them.
Less than ten seconds later, the gate was opened and eight 3rd Rank ca out with a mix of expressions.
"Vagor, what are you doing here?" A fierce looking middle-aged man in his early 50s snorted at the previous Redhorn Tribe’s War Chief.
"I’m not here not to bicker with you." Vagor rolled his eyes, then looked at Harold. "We’re here to discuss sothing important right away since we don’t have much ti."
Before the middle-aged man could reply, Harold chuckled lightly.
"He’s right." He nodded his head, then moved his hand to reach over his shoulder and draw his spear as he walked forward with a faint smile. "We’re here with the sa purpose that we had when we went to the Redhorn Tribe..."
He paused for a mont, then exuded his 4th Rank as he continued. "Which is to rge the Vurnak Tribe under the Ragh’Tal na."
The middle-aged man’s expression turned ugly when he heard it, not because of Harold’s strength but rather sothing else.
"Vagor, I’m certain that you know the reason why we have rejected being under the Redhorn Tribe, right?" He said with a frown. "Did you not tell him?"
Harold interrupted with a chuckle. "I know. But I have my own reason and no matter what happens, I’m going to make the Vurnak Tribe co under the Ragh’Tal na... Whether using peace or violence."
The reason why the middle-aged man said that was because the Vurnak Tribe was backed by a tribe that was stronger than even the Redhorn Tribe.
That was precisely why the Redhorn Tribe had left the Vurnak Tribe alone even when their location wasn’t far from them.
"You!" Another middle-aged man pointed his finger at Harold in anger.
"Just to let you know, the Redhorn Tribe chose violence and the result was the death of ten 3rd Ranks from their side." Harold smiled viciously, as if wanting them to choose violence like the Redhorn Tribe did.
Looking at the fierce looking middle-aged man’s ugly expression, Harold’s vicious smile turned into a warm one. "It’s actually not that bad of an offer..."
"So, listen to our offer first." He continued with a wave of his hand. "As for the Brakka Tribe, we will handle them on our own. They are not worthy to be worried about, so you don’t need to be worried about the consequences or anything that cos after this."
The fierce looking middle-aged man frowned and finally responded. "Alright, I’ll hear you out first."
Subsequently, Harold explained to them in a simple way since he didn’t have much ti because of Ash’s serious reminder to subjugate more tribes as soon as possible with any possible ans.
A few minutes later, the Vurnak’s warriors were shocked when they heard it. Only after a short consideration that the fierce looking middle-aged man finally agreed and pledged allegiance and agreed to rge under the Ragh’Tal na.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host! You have subjugated the Vurnak Tribe!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 5,000 Tribal Points!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 50,000 System Points!]
...
At the sa ti inside the dungeon, Ash’s group were still on the run as they headed west this whole ti.
As they were talking casually, Old Ni’s expression suddenly turned solemn and he instantly said in a hurry. "Tribe Lord, there’s a 5th Rank approaching us at an extrely fast speed."
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