"So they think they can become a real tribe," he said coldly. "Last time, I was generous. I only sent a small team to test them, and they all died. This time, I will not play. I will sneak a powerful attack and catch them when they are comfortable."
In his heart, he had already decided.
They were just a small village that grew a little too fast. They might have a few strong males and a female who knew a few tricks. So what. They did not have the numbers or the history he had. They would not dare attack him first. They would not dare leave their village.
He was the most powerful village king in this area.
They should fear him.
They should kneel.
He leaned forward, eyes glinting.
"Keep spying," Rokai ordered. "Learn their guard rotations. How many men stand on the wall at night. Where the forest is quietest. After that, prepare enough men. I want everyone ready for an attack when I say the word."
