The newcomers included four chiefs and three shamans, all of them count-ranked experts. Three of them were from the Jade Sea, but the rest were from the great corridor. The former were all virtuous counts, one rank higher than the forces of the great corridor. The tall werewolf with a bright plume was the strongest among them. His origin power aura was even stronger than Eiseka’s, showing signs of a breakthrough to the marquis rank.

The werewolf experts introduced by Eiseka stepped forward and went down on one knee, touching their foreheads. This was the highest form of salutation toward a king.

Judging from this, it would seem the werewolves’ attitude toward Qianye was far more respectful and loyal than toward the other generals. Even that rather proud-looking turkey general was sincere in his salutation and only recovered his demeanor when he was back at his seat. Some mercenary generals felt somewhat restless upon noticing this.

After introducing the newcomers, Eiseka said, “Your Majesty…”

Qianye raised a hand. “Don’t use this address in the future.”

Eiseka found it rather difficult. “But we in the tribes have gotten used to it. After such a great victory, we can no longer stop them, either. Besides, isn’t it only a matter of time before you become a great dark monarch?”

Qianye...