The Werewolf Tribe was one of the three intelligent daemon tribes found in the Bleeding Rage Valley. The guards were watching out for possible enemy attacks as they observed the surrounding area.
They had stakes as walls, and their gate was nonexistent. Three Werewolves acted as guards as the Tribe seemed to be rather lifeless and without much activity.
The guards were thin and frail, but they watched with keen eyes as they did not wish to endanger their people.
Werewolves were a Tribe of loyal daemons, they may resemble humans in some parts, but they were class above such beings. In fact, it was seen as offensive for a Werewolf to be compared to a human.
The Guards smelled the scent of another daemon race; one of them quickly howled to inform the others to take a stance.
Awoooooooo~
The howl informed scattered Werewolves around their Tribe. All were disclosed through this one howl, and it even managed to call back the hunters scattered throughout the forest. They, too, were informed about the situation.
The Werewolves gathered to form a line in front of their village. The children and the injured were brought to the back to be protected, and whether they be men or women, the able-bodied Werewolves all appeared to face the oncoming threat.
A female Werewolf with Red Fur walked out of the Tribe's biggest dwelling, her chests were bare, and only her lower half had any cover — she was a [Werewolf Leader].
Her body was riddled with injuries; blood oozed out of her open wounds yet, she did not back down. She growled and informed the others who they should obey!
She stood tall, and she roared, "Get ready!" she could sense the approach of the enemy.
Everyone prepared themselves, and then, just as they were about to go and rip apart their enemies, the ones who appeared from beyond the foliage were fellow Werewolves carrying chunks of meat.
The Scouts returned, and as they appeared, they frantically waved their arms, "WAIT! Do not attack! They are not enemies. They are Saviors! Our Ancestor had sent us a savior!"
The Werewolves did not know what their brethren were talking about, but they began to drool as they caught a whiff of the fresh meat they were carrying. Having been hungered for a long time, they rushed to their side.
The Werewolf Leader was the first to reach the scouts, and as she had them stop on their tracks, she smelled the meat for signs of poison and found nothing.
"Take that back inside and have it been distributed to the cubs and the injured!"
Three of the scouts entered while one remained and had to give the meat. He had to someone else. The Werewolf Leader looked at the scout and asked, "Where did you find such food? The Gorilla had already taken the Meat Crystal to its Nest, and the dastardly [Two Heads] had raided our Farms, so where did you find it?"
"Reporting to Tribe Leader, a group of Ogres with an Elderly Werewolf was heading to our territory for a meeting."
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"A group of Ogre with an Elderly Wolf?! There is no such thing as Ogres in our region, and a Werewolf with an Ogre? Just what nonsense are you talking about!?" the Werewolf Leader already registered the foreign smell to have belonged to the meat their Scouts found and hunted.
But it seems like that was not the case.
"I do not understand as well, Tribe Leader. But they came carrying meat as a sign of friendly offerings. They simply want to meet with you."
The Werewolf Leader heard rustling leaves and turned her head away, "Is that them?" she asked as she saw a red Ogre, a child, and an elderly Werewolf. They watched from a distance waiting patiently for the scout to tell them that it was all clear.
As she asked for confirmation, the scout nodded his head, "That is correct, Tribe Leader. They still have more meat and other food in their possession."
Her eyes changed multiple times seeing this group. The Werewolf Leader was apprehensive, afraid even to invite them inside. Her people were currently weak, but... she had no choice, "…Invite them in…"
Lilith saw the scout giving them the signal of okay, and she announced, "Come on, we are going to help them! Go and help the Werewolves prepare the food!"
"Yes!" Their shout echoed and momentarily startled the Werewolf Leader.
The Werewolf Leader instantly became battle-ready! But when she saw the Ogres and Combat Pixies carrying food for her people. The offerings were genuine, and soon enough, Granny Giathe appeared before her, "Do not worry, Young Warrior, we are here to help your Tribe in the name of our Goddess, Letza."
The Werewolf Leader was confused, but as the outsiders were welcomed in their Tribe, food that had not appeared for the longest time was finally distributed amongst their people.
The Werewolf Tribe women prepared the food while the Werewolf Leader watched in delight. She was happy that such a good thing appeared for her people. Now, what remained was to meet with these people.
"Benefactors, please follow me while my people prepare the food." She said to Killa with the utmost respect thinking he was the leader.
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Inside the Leader's Dwelling.
Lilith's Marching Troops brought her to a Tribe of around 200 Werewolves.
The four Scouts that came
Lilith was seated inside a tent, with Killa, Eve, and Giathe by behind her. In front of them were four Werewolf at the level 180s and another near Epic-Tier's peak.
It was a female Werewolf with striking red fur…
[Werewolf Leader: LVL 222]
Attribute: Fire, Earth
HP: 10000/17000
MP: 5000/5000
'Her HP is already so low despite not fighting… is the hunger already taking its toll?' Lilith was seated across the Werewolf Leader. While in front of them, there was roasted meat, and offered it with a saintly smile, "Please, have some." Lilith offered.
The unnamed Werewolf Leader looked at the meat before her and then at the tiny Ogre… she growled as she glared at Killa feeling embarrassed, "Bastard, I am thankful for your Tribe's help but do you not think this is too much? Are you looking down upon us? Do you think we are unworthy to speak with you!? Even if you are our benefactor, I am still stronger than you are!"
Seeing Lilith's level was at a mere [150], and then Killa, who was [LVL 189] the Werewolf Leader's temper that had been affected by both hunger and poor health, got the best of her. She roared in protest to the humiliation they subjected her to.
In the eyes of a Werewolf, Killa was the leader, for he was the strongest. Anyone who says otherwise was stupid. The Werewolf Leader only sees things in her ways; thus, for Lilith to be the one in front of the strongest one meant one thing… the Werewolf Leader was not worthy to even speak with Killa.
Such blatant disrespect had managed to enrage the Werewolf Leader, and as pride was something their culture was heavily affected with, she failed to control her temper and almost started a fight with their benefactor.
Lilith saw this and realized what was happening and was ready to clear up the misunderstanding when Killa slammed the floor with his massive hand…
BAM! The room trembled as the Werewolves got ready to fight and turned their claws towards Lilith. While on Lilith's side, ten daemons at LVL 170 and above appeared from inside the shadows.
"YOU BASTARDS!" Killa had grown livid with their words.
Both sides became tense, but Killa still decided to speak aloud with both anger and utmost respect!
"Who is disrespecting who? This one before you is the one who saved us from certain doom by facing the light from the heavens. She who fought the light that destroyed our very lands. The one who spoke to you was the very compassionate being who decided to help others rather than fight and conquer them.
"The one before you is our Light and Guide. She is our Priestess and the one who gave us names! She is the smartest and most honorable of any daemon kind, which, despite her weaknesses and being low-leveled, fought in the frontlines. She who had decided to save your Tribe is being disrespectful? You uncultured lot fail to see her brilliance and kindness!
"She is our Priestess, she is our leader, and for you to disregard her as such is simply blasphemous! Do you wish to have WAR!?"
Killa and everybody else in Lilith's camp were enraged for their Priestess as she was disrespected by the very people she had saved.
It was not just the Werewolves who were prideful, for the Ogres were the same as well. Daemons were loyal because of their pride, and the daemons from Lilith's camp were not simple followers but zealous beings who sees her as a totem of their fate and salvation.
She was the Apostle of a Goddess!
The mere disregard the Werewolf Leader gave their tiny Priestess was enough to ignite hatred and rage.
No one looks down upon the Priestess — NO ONE.
The Werewolves looked at the zealous followers of Lilith and felt ashamed for their assumptions. And as they listened to Killa's words, they who respected strength from everything else found themselves in awe of Lilith, the Holy Priestess.
Lilith had the urge to bury herself as she stayed silent, resting her head in her palms.