Chief Magnus personally came out to welcome the Crimson caravan at the tribe gate just as night fell. He had received news from Dean a few days ago, so the preparations were arranged neatly early on.
"Chief Sane, Priest Kaelen." Magnus clasped his hands in front of his chest and bowed his head slightly. "I am Magnus, Chief of the Black Bear tribe. You have worked hard traveling a long distance, first please come inside to have a welcoming feast."
He turned his head to look behind Kaelen and Sane, surprised when discovering the partially burnt horse carts and the injured people on them. His eyebrows knitted tightly:
"What is this situation? Why are you injured?"
Dean hurriedly ran forward, reporting the situation clearly. Instantly, the murderous aura in the Black Bear tribe suddenly surged high.
"How dare those bastards cause trouble in our territory?! Tired of living!"
