Within the Silver Alliance.
"Pay respects to the Young Banner Lord!" Thirteen chieftains, all knelt down in salute.
Constantine, who had been mad before, now appeared normal. He was thinking of nothing but revenge.
Now, his tribe had been destroyed, he had even become homeless.
The Chimera Tribe was still there, but it was nearly empty of people.
All the grains, meats, were taken by Lanling, the houses were burned down, the soldiers were all killed.
The remaining over twenty thousand, had already begun to become refugees, flocking to other tribes to beg for food.
Nai Shu descended from the Griffin Beast, directly went to the highest seat of the Silver Tribe castle, lazily sat down, served by the thirteen kneeling tribe chieftains below.
And below them, the thirteen men had their foreheads touching the ground, almost afraid to breathe deeply.
