Volume 7: Doing Business with the World Chapter 234 The Correct Use of Tiger Tribe
The tiger tribe has four big tents. One big tent is made up of thirteen medium tents, and one medium tent is made up of thirteen tents.
Under normal circumstances, a large tent should have more than 2,100 people, including officers and soldiers.
But the big tent led by Yale that was defending the Nubian front had less than a thousand people left!
The promotion system of the Tiger Tribe’s military tent was inherited from the era of the Tiger Tribe’s Beast King. Before the war, elite veterans like Yale had served in the eastern stronghold for several years and were only promoted to the rank of tent master.
Why did Yale rise so quickly and be promoted to the rank of general in the more than one year since he joined the war?
Because all the people above him are dead!!
The Tiger Clan is the fighting race with the strongest individual combat power after the Dragon Clan. There is no such thing as soldiers charging into battle while officers stay safe in the rear. The higher the officer's rank, the more he has to charge into the front - the reason why Yale can survive until now is not because he is stronger than others, but because his luck is just a little bit better!
But such good luck would not make Yale feel happy, but would only make him increasingly...angry!
"Why are we fighting this kind of war? What on earth do the dwarves and dark elves have to do with us? Tell me, Kun, you are from the king's tent, tell me!!"
“Yale!” Kun growled, dropped his weapon, grabbed Yale’s arm with both hands and threw him away, “Don’t be crazy, you are one of the four major tents!”
"roar--!!"
"No, stop him!"
“Come and help!”
Several soldiers on duty in the royal tent rushed forward and hurriedly pinned Yale, who was on the verge of frenzy, to the ground.
"Calm down, Yale!"
"roar--!!"
"What are you arguing about?!"
Kun, who was trying his best to dissuade Yale, paused and raised his head in panic: "...Wang!"
Tiger King walked out of the tent, glanced coldly at the chaotic soldiers, and finally set his sights on Yale who was pinned to the ground by several people.
“The Yale Tent.”
In the king's tent.
Tiger King waved away the others, leaving only Yale.
This tiger king, who should be in his prime according to his age, looks much older than he did a few years ago. Although his body is still extremely strong, his cheeks are no longer plump, and even the animal patterns on his cheeks are a little wrinkled.
The tiger tribe's heritage is carried in animal patterns. On the cheeks of elite warriors, there are at least four and at most eight golden and black symmetrical tiger whisker patterns, which inherit the tiger tribe's glory and strength.
The Tiger King has six golden and black tiger whisker-shaped animal patterns on his left and right cheeks. He is slightly inferior to his father, but he is still the strongest warrior in the tiger clan.
Facing off against the increasingly sinister Tiger King, Yale, who came with the determination to fight to the death, could not help but... feel the pressure.
Yale would not consider retreating from the battlefield. He gritted his teeth and said sternly, "King, we should not continue this war."
The Tiger King, sitting in a high-back chair, looked at him calmly without saying a word.
Yale's anger was ignited again, and he took a step forward excitedly: "Wang!"
The Tiger King still didn't speak, and his hands clasped in front of him tightened slightly.
"Yale, go ahead."
Yale thought he had heard it wrong, and stood there in a daze for a moment before he opened his mouth in shock: "Wang?!"
"If you think I am a sinner of the tiger tribe, then go." The tiger king said calmly, "Take those who are willing to go with you, rush out of the Nubian Ring Road, and leave from the west of the Dark Forest."
“?!”
"The Tiger Tribe will never turn its back on the battlefield again!" The Tiger King suddenly raised his voice, his eyes wide open, "Escape from the battlefield? Isn't the humiliation our ancestors experienced enough? Get out! Get out, you bastard who betrayed the glory of the Tiger Tribe!"
Yale was furious, but tried hard to suppress his anger, staring back at the Tiger King coldly.
"Get out!" the Tiger King shouted again.
Yale closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then rushed forward quickly and knocked down the Tiger King who was sitting on the chair.
"Do you regret it?! King! You've sacrificed so many soldiers' lives, do you regret it now?!"
"shut up!"
The exploding wind blade pulled Yale away, and the Tiger King stood up with the help of the fallen chair back, raising one hand high, and the violent wind force gathered above his palm.
"roar--!!"
Yale roared and rushed forward again with the power of the wind.
Tiger King sent a group of dangerous pneumatic drills towards Yale head-on.
"boom--!!"
“Bang!!”
There were two loud noises, and the hearts of the soldiers on duty who were driven out of the king's tent tightened.
Kun looked at the king's tent nervously, but could only sigh.
The king's tent was in a mess in an instant.
Yale was lying on the ground, gasping for breath. There were several wind blade cuts on his body, which were slowly oozing blood.
The Tiger King stood beside the chair, his face gloomy and unharmed.
Only the strongest tiger warrior is qualified to be the Tiger King and be in charge of the inheritance. Yale, who only has four golden and black tiger whisker stripes on his face, is no match for the Tiger King.
The Tiger King took a few steps forward and looked down at Yale who was unable to get up.
Yale glared at him.
After a moment of silence, the Tiger King spoke again: "Go, take whoever you can with you. Go to the Western Continent or the Southern Continent... Live like a lowly insect, bearing the shame of betraying the glory of the Tiger Tribe."
Yale spat out blood foam with a "Pah" sound and said viciously: "So many people have died and it's not enough for you, you still want to add more lives?"
This time the Tiger King did not fight back, but just looked at him coldly.
Yale yelled out of control: "What if I don't agree? Are you going to fill all the members of the tribe in?! You are the king! The king of the tiger tribe, what do you think of the tiger tribe?!"
The tiger king's expression turned grim: "You...idiot!"
" You should say this to yourself - the Tiger Tribe should not have come to this point. Isn't it all your fault for wanting to get away with it?! You helped the Beast King, got rid of the Imperial Marshal for him, and even lied to all the tribe members about returning to the Far East. The result is that the Tiger Tribe was sold to the Dark Elves by the Beast King!"
"You trusted that hateful black bear, but the entire tiger tribe will pay the price!"
"Shut up!"
Yale smiled twistedly and said bitterly, "Stop deceiving yourself, Tiger King. Where is the glory of the Tiger Clan? To the Beast King and the Dark Elf Matron, what is the difference between us and those cat warriors you forced to go to the battlefield? What is the difference between a knife in someone else's hand and a dog on a leash?!"
"shut up!"
"boom--!!"
The sudden hurricane blew the huge royal tent to the point of collapse. Kun, who was standing outside the tent worriedly, was horrified to see a glaring bloodstain on the white tarpaulin.
Inside the tent, Yale covered the hideous wound on his left shoulder and smiled miserably at Tiger King.
"Do you expect to leave the mess you created to others? You are the strongest warrior of the Tiger Tribe, and I am not. You actually expect me to preserve the flame of the Tiger Tribe? The King of the Tiger Tribe is such a lousy person with no ambition!"
The furious Tiger King's face turned pale for a moment.
Then, he stopped pretending to be angry, and as if he had suddenly aged ten years, his entire energy, spirit, and vitality instantly weakened.
He looked at Yale calmly, his pair of golden vertical pupils that always shone with light now seemed like stagnant water.
After another moment of silence, the Tiger King spoke. He was like an old man who had aged prematurely, and he pleaded in an unbearable and embarrassing tone: "You are the last old warrior among the four great tents. Take the inheritance with you, Yale, and take as many people as you can..."
"you--"
"I can't leave." The Tiger King exhaled softly, "The 'Language Law' contract is bound to me."
"Are you crazy?" Yale was furious and anxious, shouting in disbelief, "As the king of the tiger tribe, you actually signed a law contract with the Beast King?!"
"Without the 'Law of Language' contract, do you think that no one from the tiger tribe can walk out of the cursed land alive?" The tiger king laughed at himself.
Yale was speechless for a moment.
Since he took over the position of the fallen warrior, he was finally able to touch things that he could not touch before - or in other words, he was finally qualified to raise his head and look at the huge and terrifying dark cloud covering the heads of the tiger tribe.
"The magic silver weapons of the Imperial Marshal were provided by the Snow Elves." Tiger King said calmly, "The Snow Elves support the Imperial Marshal for the same reason as they accepted us, the 'exiled survivors'."
"If the Snow Elves had not been secretly interfering in the affairs of the Empire, why do you think the Beast King would have launched a war so forcefully and fought all the way to the Ice and Snow King City?"
"That time, the Imperial Marshal was not exposed, so... the Beast King was willing to accept my surrender."
"While the Imperial Marshal was having his head chopped off in the Imperial Capital, the Snow Elves were going about their lives as if nothing had happened."
The Tiger King smiled sarcastically, "Who in the Northern Continent has the right to choose whether to be involved in the battle between the Elf King and the Beast King?" After a pause, the Tiger King raised his finger and pointed to the top of his head, "You only saw the black cloud above your head after your great tent was destroyed, but I have been seeing it for decades."
Yale's face was pale and his lips trembled slightly.
It was an easy choice: to continue being a kitten kept in the backyard, not allowed to show its fangs and claws, with its life and death at the mercy of fate, or to resist and fight hard.
It now seems that the Tiger King was extremely stupid to choose the Beast King - but if Yale were in the Tiger King's position at the time, Yale did not think that he could handle it very well.
After all... no one knows better than the Tiger Clan how much contempt the demigods who declared that "disputes are prohibited in the Cursed Land" have for this rule!
The blood that was stained on the ground of the Tiger Clan’s royal court fifty years ago has not yet completely disappeared!
Seeing Yale's drastically changed expression, the Tiger King laughed at himself again: "If the human royal family falls from the clouds, then anyone can step on them. We, the Tiger Clan..."
After a pause, the Tiger King did not continue the topic, but said: "I have reserved a portion of the supplies given by the dark elves in the west of the Dark Forest. You... leave the underground world and go to the southwest of the Spark Plains, into the dense forest. Don't look back, and never come to the Northern Continent again."
Yale suddenly raised his head and looked at the Tiger King in horror.
They actually reserved supplies - the Tiger King had already decided to let some of his people "defect"? !
"That's right." The Tiger King suddenly laughed again, "Those snow wolves seem to be doing a good job. If there is a chance, send people to the human world to contact those snow wolves and tell them that the inheritance of the snow wolf tribe is in the hands of the Beast King."
Yale walked out of the king's tent in a daze, and it was not until he came to his senses when he was face to face with the concerned face of his old friend Kun.
"Kun, you...King..."
Kun smiled and shook his head slightly but firmly at Yale.
Yale felt a lump in his throat.
Kun put his arm around Yale's shoulders and escorted him out. Before saying goodbye, he whispered in his ear, "Someone has to stay, Yale. It's time for the warriors in the king's tent to do their work."
Yale wanted to say something, but no words came out.
When the Tiger Tribe was forced to withdraw from the Far East, all the Snow Wolf Tribe warriors and most of the Cat Tribe wizards were sacrificed.
The Snow Wolf Clan’s inheritance was cut off, and all the cat clan wizards died out as well.
Now, when the tiger tribe must cut off its tail to survive, the tiger tribe must also sacrifice itself.
Kun saw his old friend off and returned to the king's tent, where he quietly went in with the other two middle tent masters to clean up.
The Tiger King picked up the chair himself, sat on it, and looked at the ornaments on the screen in silence.
"Wang... why did you choose Yale?" Kun was really curious. When the account was almost cleaned up and the other two account keepers left, he couldn't help but ask.
The Tiger King did not answer him.
After Kun left, the Tiger King murmured in a low voice: "You are willing to sacrifice the honor of the Tiger Clan to protect the lives of your people. Without such awareness, how can you lead the Tiger Clan to continue."
Five days later.
The news that most of the tiger tribe warriors had "defected" spread back to the underground city, and even Mumu, who ran a food store, heard the news.
"Really? The tiger tribe ran away?" Mumu looked at the dark elf customers who were waiting to buy powder in surprise.
"Yes, only the Tiger King and the King's Tent are left. The other three large tents ran away during the battle." A dark elf warrior said with disgust.
"They are still the strongest race after the Dragon Clan that produced the Beast King. It's ridiculous that they can even abandon their own king." Another dark elf warrior echoed.
"Is that so?" Mumu was particularly curious, "Then what about their Tiger King?"
"What else can we do? The rest of us will just have to continue defending the Nubian front."
"That's right. We don't have the manpower to chase those guys now."
"Too bad. Fortunately, nothing so embarrassing happened in the other two battlefields. Otherwise, the mineral veins in the west would have been taken away by those Dark Iron Dwarves."
"I hope the Dwarf King won't lead the army in person for the time being. The last time he came, many tigers died before we stopped him. It's so annoying..."
Mumu listened attentively to the two dark elves' chatter with a pure face, and the movements of preparing the hot and sour noodles were twice as slow as usual...
That night, after the food store closed, Mumu immediately wrote the news he had heard during the day into a letter and asked someone to deliver it back to the tribe overnight.
Another day later, Xiao Yun learned about this major event.
"Those idiots finally came to their senses?"
This was Xiao Yun’s first reaction when he saw the letter.
"Mumu's handwriting is getting worse and worse, minus points!"
This is the second reaction.
"They actually left the Tiger King behind?" Mr. Sean looked confused.
A true secret event, Mr. Sean is one of the few authorized participants... the other one is Primo who is wandering in the Orc Empire.
These two old guys are dying anyway, and as human beings, it is impossible for them to have any sense of belonging to the elves, the orc empire, and the dwarf king. Therefore, Xiao Yun should not hide anything from Balk and Evelyn.
"The Tiger King probably can't leave. Maybe his lifeline is in the hands of the Beast King." Xiao Yun was not very confused about this. "That old bastard treats the Tiger Tribe as a knife. How can he feel at ease if he doesn't hold their lifeline? Although the Tiger Tribe's tactic of abandoning the leader to save the pawns is a bit embarrassing, at least they can leave seeds and not let the dwarves and dark elves drag them down to extinction... With such a small population, why would they fight a war of attrition with them? Are you crazy?"
Even if Xiao Yun had never fought in a war, he had at least studied history.
War is the most uncontrollable thing. The history of wars on Earth has repeated this truth countless times. Apart from anything else, how many countries have been left with a bloody face by the graveyard of empires?
The Soviet-Finnish War (the famous Winter War) seemed like a "sure win with one wave of A", but the Soviet Union, which had an absolute advantage in military strength, won miserably, it's really hard to describe...
Even if you have an absolute advantage in military strength, you may encounter an unfavorable situation. Your military strength (population) is N times less than that of the enemy, and you still have to risk your lives to fill the pit of a war of attrition. Isn't this poisonous?
Don't say things like I'm very strong and the enemy is a weakling, and this wave of advantage is a big one. The small population and weak foundation are the original sin. Unless the situation is super favorable, don't dream of going against the will of heaven. People who say such nonsense as "XX is less than 10,000 and is invincible if it is more than 10,000" don't even believe it themselves, otherwise why did the Qing Dynasty go so crazy to destroy its own martial arts and restrict the Han army during its rule?
In short... Xiao Yun would definitely not do such a stupid thing as losing the lives of thousands of his clansmen on the battlefield - focus on development and don't waste time!
Mr. Sean thought about it and realized that this was the truth. "It should be so. The Ivory Tower (the headquarters of the Spellcaster Association) records that during the era of the Tiger King, even the Snow Elves had to give in. No one in the Northern Continent would want to see the Tiger Tribe become strong again."
"I've heard from Tim before that the alchemists also praise the tiger beast king. Don't demigods have long lifespans, like dragons? How did that tiger demigod die?" Xiao Yun asked curiously.
Mr. Sean said with a strange look on his face: "Well, it is said that... that person went to the demon world and fought with the demon king, and came back with injuries all over his body, and then..."
Xiao Yun: “…”
Damn, it's true that a brave man dies in a fight.
"Okay..." Xiao Yun put the letter away, put it in a file bag and sealed it. "Mr. Sean, please help me contact the Spellcaster Association to find the whereabouts of the defected Tiger Tribe. If you can, please contact them."
Mr. Sean thought about it, shook his head and said, "The Tiger Tribe cannot return to the grassland, Ayun."
Xiao Yun smiled: "If they want to come back, I don't want to go looking for them. We are at our wits' end now. If we go back to the grassland, it would be strange if they don't come to rob us."
"Well……"
“Before the Elf King and the Beast King decide the winner, it’s best for any prominent characters in our Northern Continent not to appear. Otherwise, they will be targeted by one or the other. Unless they decide the winner, the winner will have the confidence to be calm. At that time, it won’t matter if they are a little more prominent. Now, forget it.” Xiao Yun said, “As for the Tiger Tribe, as you said, it is the brightest star in our Northern Continent...but it is about to fall to the ground.”
Mr. Sean: “…”
Xiao Yun's words were always like this, making Mr. Sean feel they made sense, but his wording always made Mr. Sean feel uncomfortable and suffocated.
Xiao Yun and Mr. Sean share the same view on the tiger tribe. They are just a downtrodden phoenix that is not as good as a chicken...
Our ancestors were once glorious and domineering, and now they have suffered bad luck. Therefore, all the new and old accounts must be settled together, and it will be very difficult to get away with it.
To make an inappropriate analogy: if America stood firm and Indians had a voice and global influence similar to that of the Jews, then America's fate would be more tragic than the head of state who did similar things to the Jews... (The Americans were much more cruel to the Indians than the head of state was to the Jews)
Even if they are dead and turned into ashes, they will be resurrected and whipped repeatedly in entertainment works, and people all over the world will step on them like ten thousand JIOs, and they will never be able to turn over.
But America is still a beacon of freedom. It did not turn into ashes like the Führer, and the Indians did not end up like the Jews... So people all over the world seemed to have amnesia and forgot about this butcher who committed a bloody genocide.
If you ask what the difference is between the two, there is none.
"So what are you going to contact them for?" Mr. Sean asked.
"Give us a chance to live and make a good relationship with us." Xiao Yun said confidently, "The amount of battle tree latex we need is getting bigger and bigger. Humans can't grow this stuff. Planting it will kill people. Cats are likely to get hurt if they plant it, and the others are busy, so we can only let Yi and the others plant it. The tigers are thick-skinned and tough, so they are just right for tinkering with this stuff."
Only children can distinguish between right and wrong, adults only look at the value of utilization~!
Mr. Sean opened his mouth in shock: "You, you...when did you start thinking about this?!"
"The last time I asked Elder Gustav to go to the battle tree shed to confirm that the snake tribe had no way to deal with this unfortunate thing." Xiao Yun said honestly.
Mr. Sean: “…”
"I heard that the bear tribe is also very tough. What a pity, the bear tribe is the Beast King's base." Xiao Yun was still sighing.
Mr. Sean: “…”
After sending Mr. Sean, who looked annoyed, away, Xiao Yun turned around and immediately rubbed his hands like flies: "Ni Ma, the tiger tribe has finally crippled itself. Now we can collect cats all over the grassland~!"
One month later.
When the grassland was covered with snow and the boundless forest at the junction of the western continent and the southern continent was cold but warm (correct), the exhausted tiger exile group, who had just crossed the Spark Plains and arrived here, met two human spellcasters who took the initiative to talk to them.
During the era when the Tiger Tribe owned the royal court of the grassland, there were many human visitors in the royal court. Yale, who led three large tents to "defect", was not surprised and stepped forward to talk to the two human spellcasters.
Yale was stunned when he heard that the two human mages were looking for them specifically.
When the two human mages took out the letter from the Snow Wolf Tribe (written by Sean) and handed it to him, Yale forgot to take it for a moment...
In the letter, the Snow Wolf Tribe first recalled the deep feelings between the two families since ancient times, expressed deep concern and condolences to the Tiger Tribe, and then warmly invited the Tiger Tribe to plant battle trees for the Snow Wolf Tribe and take fruits, stems and leaves to exchange for food and supplies with the Snow Wolf Tribe.
Yale read with a numb expression on his face, raised his head and looked at the two human mages blankly.
The human spellcaster motioned for Yale to continue looking down.
So Yale held back his cursing mood and continued reading the letter (he thought the snow werewolves were teasing their tiger tribe), until he read the last paragraph, when he was really stunned (not because he was angry).
The Snow Wolf Tribe stated that they could advance food supplies in exchange for the fruits, stems and leaves of the battle trees. After the Tiger Tribe stabilized, they could send personnel through the Bolton Territory of the Kronin Kingdom to the Knight Valentine Robins' Territory to collect them.
Yale: “…”
Looking back at the few remaining food carts in his team, Yale found that he had no choice but to refuse.
