All-Professional Master of Darkness - Chapter 401

c401 tribal divisions

Quarkak and other barbarian tribe leaders gathered in the tent, and the atmosphere inside was very heavy. Everyone had different expressions, thinking about their own things, and no one broke the silence first.

Rasuk saw the expressions on everyone’s faces and sighed in his heart. He knew what everyone was thinking. The strength that Hurtado had just shown shocked everyone. In just one night, Hurtado’s strength suddenly became one of the few masters in the tribe. It would be a lie to say that there was nothing in his mind.

“They are no longer our tribesmen and friends.” Quarkak was silent for a long time, and reiterated the premise of this meeting.

Rasuk looked up at Quarkak, did not speak, and lowered his head again. He did not agree with Quarkak’s judgment. It is an indisputable fact that Hurtado’s strength has skyrocketed.

You must know that until the day before yesterday, Hurtado could only be regarded as the best in the tribe. There are at least twenty people who are stronger than him. Not to mention those respected elders, even among the younger generation, Ultado is only ranked third at most. Gerrera and Will are stronger than him.

The fact that was almost a miracle directly changed Lasuk’s concept, forcing him to change his original intention and start to seriously consider Lan Wu’s suggestion to lead other barbarians to accept the new inheritance. There is no need for a miracle like Ultado. As long as the average strength is improved by 30%, the tribe can get better development on the Arreat Plateau.

However, Quarkak is the biggest problem at hand.

Will and Gerrera, the two outstanding young people, did not say anything, and did not even raise their heads. The changes in Ultado have completely occupied their minds.

Compared with old people like Quarkak, young barbarians are more willing to accept reality. Today’s barbarian tribe is not as strong as Harrogas in the past. The betrayal of Elder Hardingson directly affected most of the tribe. The barbarian tribe that lost most of its people is now in danger, and even now has no advantage among dozens of forces, large and small. Not to mention that Hardinson was ambitious and had been coveting this tribe, trying to annex it in one fell swoop and expand their power.

“Barbarians have barbaric traditions.” Qualkek saw that everyone else remained silent, and he couldn’t help but get angry, and his face became ugly.

“Yes, barbarians have barbaric traditions.”

“Elder Qualkek is right.”

There were few responses in the tent. Except for a few people, no one spoke up at this time. The scene still didn’t seem to have much waves. On the contrary, Will and other young people looked indignant.

They were indignant about other things, and the spearhead was directed at Qualkek.

When the Harrogas had not suffered a catastrophic disaster, Elder Hardinson was in control of the tribe and advocated intermarriage and integration with foreign tribes, which had completely destroyed the traditions of the barbarians. But what about Elder Qualkek? He didn’t say a word, and it was understandable that he didn’t object. After all, Hardinson’s policies have indeed shown great results over the years. In just over a decade, the population of the barbarian tribe has soared. The number of professionals who have obtained the inheritance has reached a historical high.

But it is unreasonable to become Hardinson’s accomplice. What about the promise to resolutely maintain the racial tradition?

Now the God of Grace has brought a new inheritance. Whether it has abandoned the old tradition or not, the strength can indeed surge. No matter what, the facts in front of us cannot help but believe it.

The God of Grace, who can obviously bring hope to the downtrodden barbarian tribe, was expelled by Quarkak… Will was dissatisfied, and so was Gerrera. Unfortunately, both of them are still just new leaders in the tribe, and their voices are not high, and they cannot become the voice of the tribe.

Quarkak saw that only a few people responded, his face became uglier, and his tone became more impolite: “Do you also want to abandon our traditions?”

With a big hat pressed down, there were a lot more responses, and even Rasuk had to speak out that he would never abandon the traditions of the race. After getting the response from most of the people, Qualkek’s face improved a lot.

“Elder Qualkek, where were you when Elder Hardinson abandoned the racial tradition?” Will was young after all, and he couldn’t stand Qualkek’s bullying, so he impulsively retorted.

This retort made Qualkek’s face completely black. It was a stain, a stain that could not be washed away. He once thought that Hardinson abandoned the tradition in order to strengthen the barbarian tribe. This was indeed the case. But he never expected that when the disaster came, Hardinson actually encouraged those mixed-race people to seize power and establish a new Harrogath with a great racial integration, without any racial distinction.

This is completely the rhythm of exterminating the barbarians.

Touching the bottom line, even Qualkek can only choose to resist. Abandoning some traditions is fine. Abandoning the most criticized bloodline theory is also fine. But if even the race cannot continue, it is intolerable.

Qualkek wanted to refute, but he had no way to refute. Even though he was the highest authority in the tribe, he didn’t have the face to call a black cat a white cat and deliberately ignore the stain in the past. That was not the tradition of the barbarians.

The atmosphere in the tent became even weirder. Everyone lowered their heads, and no one looked at the expressions on Qualkek and Will’s faces. Gerrera secretly pulled Will under the table. This was a bit too much. After all, Qualkek was not only the highest authority in the tribe, but also the heir to a highly respected title, in charge of the barbarian mercenaries.

Will knew he was impulsive. But the words had already been spoken, and he couldn’t bring himself to apologize. In the barbarian’s dictionary, the word “apology” does not exist. So he ignored Gerrera’s hint and looked at Qualkek as usual.

“I admit that it is the biggest stain in my life.” Qualkek said in a low voice, looking very lonely.

Rasuk and others were shocked. Although it was a fact and an open secret, no one had put this matter on the table since Elder Hardingson’s betrayal. No one expected Qualkek to admit and apologize in public.

“I made a mistake once, and I will never make it again.” Qualkek was firm and uncompromising.

Will was speechless. He wanted to make the best of a bad situation and let everyone accept Lan Wu’s suggestion, so that the barbarian tribe would become the first force on the Arreat Plateau. As a result, Qualkek’s public apology directly cut off his retreat. He couldn’t say the rest of the words.

“This matter ends here.” Rasuk was also persuaded by Qualkek and stood up to terminate the tribal meeting.

No one objected at this time. Everyone accepted this fact. Although it was a pity that the tribe could not obtain a new inheritance, the elders Quarkek and Rasuk had already expressed their attitude, so there was no need to think too much.

The crowd dispersed. Although Will was dissatisfied, he did not dare to continue to challenge Quarkek’s authority. Even Rasuk, who could compete with Quarkek, stood on that side, so it was conceivable that no one would stand on his side.

Gerrera walked to Will, patted his shoulder, sighed silently, and then walked out of the tent. Will was the last one to walk out of the tent, looking at the sky covered with dark clouds and shaking his head and sighing.

Is it really so difficult to accept a new inheritance?

PS: Uh… sorry, sorry, I can only say that my friends and I were shocked. The Chinese New Year was a disaster. . . I had social events for four consecutive days and was drunk for four days. The state I finally found was gone. Today, I will write a chapter to brush up my presence and find my state by the way. Then… the Chinese New Year is over, there should not be too many social events. . .