Chapter 148: The Clamor of the Black Mountain Tribe
The return of Bai Ling, the High Priest, attracted the attention of all the Lizardmen in the Black Mountain Tribe.
At this moment, the area outside the Chief’s wooden house was packed with people.
The Chief’s wooden house stood like a solitary island amidst a sea of people.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know!”
The icy mist emanating from the Chief’s wooden house stirred discussions among the Lizardmen outside.
Not long after, under the watchful eyes of everyone,
a white figure emerged from the door.
“It’s the High Priest!”
“It’s really the High Priest!”
“The High Priest has returned!”
The snowy-white figure confirmed Bai Ling’s identity as the High Priest.
This was because only members of the High Priest lineage had bodies as white as snow.
For a moment, the crowd outside erupted in excitement!
But when they saw what the High Priest was holding,
the expressions of the Lizardmen outside changed drastically.
“It’s the Chief! It’s the Chief!”
“It’s the Chief’s head!”
“Ah!”
Terrified screams echoed through the crowd.
The Black Mountain Tribe’s Lizardmen warriors stationed outside appeared at a loss.
Facing the massive crowd of their kin outside,
Bai Ling expressionlessly raised the scarred head in her hand high.
“I am Bai Ling, the sole survivor of the High Priest lineage. I will save you. I will ensure you will no longer suffer hunger and slaughter. Follow me, or continue to follow the Elder Council. The choice is yours!”
“Seize them!”
At this moment, the Black Mountain Tribe Lizardmen warriors outside came to their senses.
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They realized what must have occurred inside the wooden house.
Hundreds of Black Mountain Tribe warriors began to surround the area.
“Hold them back!”
The elders of the Yue Clan hurriedly rushed out of the wooden house.
The Yue Clan’s Lizardmen warriors stationed outside quickly formed a defensive line.
Both sides faced off outside the Chief’s wooden house.
“We cannot allow the Elder Council to continue persecuting the High Priest!”
“Do not harm the High Priest!”
“They must not harm the High Priest!”
The crowd outside was agitated.
They had had enough of the Elder Council’s rule.
They believed the High Priest could bring them a better life.
“Stop! Step back!”
The surging crowd was loudly scolded by the Black Mountain Tribe warriors stationed outside.
But the crowd was unmoved, inching closer step by step.
Some of the Lizardmen warriors revealed a murderous aura,
raising their stone machetes, ready to charge forward.
“Shan Ben, what are you doing? Get back!”
Shan Ben remained unmoved, raising his stone machete high.
“If anyone dares to take another step, I’ll kill them! The Black Mountain Tribe belongs to the Elder Council, not some High Priest!”
Facing Shan Ben’s fierce expression,
the approaching Lizardmen commoners showed signs of fear.
“Ah!”
A frail Lizardman roared.
Though fear flickered in his eyes, there was more determination.
Suddenly, he lunged forward, crashing into Shan Ben.
Unfortunately, he was too weak.
Even with all his strength, he only managed to push Shan Ben back a few steps.
“You’re seeking death!”
An enraged Shan Ben smashed his fist into the back of the Lizardman’s head.
The Lizardman immediately collapsed to the ground.
“You filthy trash, fit only to live in a cesspit!”
In his rage, Shan Ben kicked and cursed the fallen Lizardman.
The crowd watching this scene fell silent as death.
“Shan Ben, stop!”
Noticing the shift in the crowd’s mood,
a Lizardman warrior behind Shan Ben tried to stop him.
But Shan Ben, consumed by anger, ignored them.
He kicked even harder.
“Ah!”
A Lizardman commoner roared and charged at Shan Ben.
With a powerful leap, he collided with Shan Ben.
Shan Ben staggered backward.
“You! Courting death!”
Shan Ben glared angrily,
raising his stone machete to slash at the Lizardman commoner.
“Ah!”
At this moment, the crowd erupted with furious roars.
One after another, the Lizardman commoners rushed out.
Before Shan Ben could swing his machete, he was knocked to the ground.
Several Lizardmen pinned him down,
furiously punching his head.
Shan Ben’s face was soon a bloody mess.
“What are you doing? Step back!”
Seeing this, his companions rushed forward to stop them.
“Kill them!”
At that moment, a roar erupted from the crowd.
“Kill them!”
Another roar followed.
“Kill them!”
In an instant, the cries for blood echoed across the land.
The enraged Lizardmen commoners outside swarmed the warriors of the Black Mountain Tribe like a tidal wave.
“Exterminate the Elder Council and welcome back the High Priest!”
The Lizardmen commoners shouted loudly.
Their voices grew louder and louder,
igniting the suppressed anger within those who had long resented the Elder Council.
The furious and frail Lizardman commoners formed groups and charged in all directions.
They stormed into the tall, spacious wooden houses,
venting their anger at any Lizardman associated with the Elder Council.
“There’s food! So much food!”
When the Lizardman commoners entered the grand wooden houses,
they found them filled with various types of food.
This discovery only fueled their rage.
They were starving while the elders feasted endlessly.
For a time, chaos engulfed the Ancestor Tribe.
Every upper-class Lizardman became a target of the commoners’ cleansing.
The once-arrogant upper-class Lizardmen were dragged out of their wooden houses by the furious commoners,
executed under the watchful eyes of thousands of Lizardmen.
The thick scent of blood quickly permeated the entire Ancestor Tribe.
At the Chief’s doorway, Bai Ling watched coldly.
“Chief, should we stop them?”
Hei Lin, standing behind Bai Ling, felt a pang of pity.
If the Chief intervened, the rampaging Lizardmen commoners would surely calm down.
Bai Ling listened expressionlessly to the screams and roars coming from all directions.
“There’s no need. Prolonged pain is worse than short-term suffering. The Elder Council must be completely eradicated!”
Bai Ling’s eyes narrowed slightly, a murderous intent gleaming in them.
No one understood the Elder Council’s nature better than Bai Ling.
As long as the Elder Council existed, the Black Mountain Tribe would never truly submit to their boss.
Even if they did, it would only be temporary.
Rather than waiting for the Black Mountain Tribe to rebel and be annihilated by their boss,
it was better to root out the Elder Council now.
This way, the Yue Clan and the Black Mountain Tribe could unite.
And Bai Ling could lead the swamp Lizardmen to grow stronger.
With the fishing tools taught by their boss,
the swamp Lizardmen would no longer go hungry.
Once food was abundant, their population would explode.
One day, the swamp Lizardmen could become a powerful race.
Meanwhile, in the southern waters...
“How lively!”
Standing on the ice, Li Meng gazed toward the direction of the Black Mountain Tribe.
Although it was a bit far, Li Meng could hear the commotion from the Black Mountain Tribe.
“It seems Bai Ling succeeded!”
Li Meng grinned, sitting leisurely on the ice.
All that was left was to wait patiently.