The results shook the entire Jade Sea. The chiefs and shamans of every tribe gathered in one place to discuss the encroaching threat from the great corridor. Be it their gunships, firepower, or their formations, all of them were new things that they had never seen before. Even the most knowledgeable werewolves had only heard of them.

Naturally, no conclusion was reached under such circumstances, with most meetings ending with several hours of cursing and shouting. It usually took such a congregation of chiefs and shamans half a month to produce an outcome. That was the habit and rhythm of tribal werewolves.

The tribal villages usually split the year into two parts—of sowing and reaping, or rest and hunt. Whatever it was called, the difference between the two was in whether there was food or not. The werewolves living there were also used to doing two things each year, alternating by season.

Before the chiefs and shamans could convert their shock into anger, Eiseka—the traitorous virtuous count—was already proving that he was decisive enough to go against tradition. He led the army to capture the border villages at great speed, adding several villages to the list each day.

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