Ember Skywalker

Chapter 18 Mortia and the Primordial Sword
"not enough!"

Lineker hit it back.

“Oh, I almost forgot, you have a little son, Motia, right?
Sorry, I can't remember my nephew's name, he's such a loser."

Lineker sneered.

“Even his wilderness totem is incomplete. It seems that the Bai Yao clan can no longer pass on its bloodline completely.

Admit it, you are abandoned."

"Lineker, you dare to insult my brother, I will fight you to the death!"

Passatello finally couldn't stand it anymore.

A soaring aura rose from his body, and a huge obsidian creature appeared behind him, roaring towards the sky and slowly spreading its wings.

Rhinekar's hair stood on end as he stared at the winged tiger totem behind Passatero:
“Holy Wings!
You actually opened up the road to revelation, how is this possible! "

“I just had a breakthrough these few days!
Come on, if you beat me, you, the Huangyou clan, will be the royal family!"

Lineker looked grim.

He had made adequate preparations for this attack and had even contacted more than half of the clan leaders in advance, and was going to drive the Bai Yao clan out today.

It's not that he didn't consider the threat of Passatero, but he never expected that he had already broken through to the half-step apocalypse!

How is this played?
At this point, he had no doubt that the other party would take the opportunity to kill him.

But if they don't fight, the Huangyou tribe will bear the shame of cowardice from then on, and there will be no dignity to speak of.

Just when he was forced into a corner with no way to retreat, the Emperor of Wisdom slowly spoke:

“Passatero, you should step back first. Now is the time for the survival of our clan. Stop fighting among yourselves.

Lineker, I don't want to see this happen again.

Our enemies are east of the Gauguin Mountains, not at the Round Table, so please put your clan's destiny first."

Lineker knew that the other party was giving him a way out, so he snorted and sat down angrily.

Seeing him like this, the other clan leaders looked at each other and fell silent.

After the meeting, Zhihuang and Passatero stood side by side, overlooking the entire Dusk City.

"Father, why did you stop me from fighting that old guy? I am sure I can kill him, and no one will be held accountable."

“Passatero, when you inherit my position, you will understand that Zhimin cannot fight among himself.

Our people have suffered so much already, if we split up again there will be no hope of ever returning to that land."

"But Lineker has been planning this for a long time and I'm worried they will do something again."

"I know that, but when I sit in my position, I have to consider the future of the entire clan first, and then the Bai Yao clan."

The Emperor of Wisdom said in a low voice.

“This is a responsibility, but also a shackle.

As long as Rhinekar does not openly rebel, I will maintain this peace.

Even if it’s superficial.”

"Father, your tolerance may make them even more presumptuous. That old guy will not give up easily."

"My son, we just need to follow the path we should take.

Whether the end is a grave or light, it is not a reason to betray one's duty.

You will be a great emperor in the future. I hope that you will care about the entire ethnic group instead of the gains and losses of a particular ethnic group.

The Baiyao tribe may have declined in strength, but they have never lost their brilliance in mind. "

Passatero lowered his head humbly: "I understand, father."

The Emperor nodded, remembering something:
“Oh, I just got some news.

The wise orcs have gathered more than a dozen tribes and are approaching the border, led by that bitch Windsor, who must be here for revenge."

"Windsor? Humph, it would be a big trouble if Offenbach came. As for her, just leave her to Paladin."

“She is not a cause for concern, but there is another matter which should not be taken lightly.

Our spirit allies came under horrific attack from the Moon Spirits.

Griffith of the Five Colors Tribe has already gone to resist."

"Sacrifice to the Moon Spirit!"

Passatero was startled, then shook his head:

“I’m afraid Griffith can’t be stopped.

Although those fallen ones were almost driven crazy by the blood mutation, they were called the Moon Spirits of God after all, and the Five Colors Clan alone was not enough. "

"I thought so too. I heard that the King of the Five Colors Tribe has sent people to look for Byron urgently.

What we have to do now is to open up the war with the human race as soon as possible.

Once we occupy Lennon Territory, we can come back and deal with these things."

Passatello was surprised:

“Will Byron come back?
As far as I know, he fought a fierce battle with Griffith in the royal court, injured the latter, and removed his position as Holy Inquisitor on the spot, and disappeared without a trace."

“Then it depends on Longoria’s methods.

Internal strife at this time is not a good thing for either the spirits or us." "Humph, we were fighting against the human race when that group of moon-worshipping spirits arrived. They really know how to pick the right time."

"Yes, now that the spiritual people are being held back, and Windsor is causing trouble again, you will be under even greater pressure when you get to the front."

"Don't worry, father. Duke Lennon may be a formidable opponent, but I will defeat him."

“I believe in your ability.

Go check on your brother before you go off, he's not doing well."

Passatero walked through the Palace of Wisdom and came to an inconspicuous room where a young man was pacing and thinking.

Seeing Passatello coming in, the boy was delighted:

"Brother, you are here!"

"Well, I'm leaving for the human border tomorrow to take over the war there, and I'll come to see you on my way."

“Brother, Leia has told me the results of the round table meeting.

You have to be more careful about that old guy Lineker when you go out on this expedition. I don't trust him."

"I know he can't make any waves under my nose."

"Brother, don't be careless. There are countless changes on the battlefield and danger may come at any time.

The Huangyou tribe has always wanted to replace us, and they might resort to some despicable means."

"I'll be on guard, Mortia. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine.

By the way, brother, you must make sure to control the war within the territory of Dante, and make sure all ethnic groups are restrained and do not cross the Turan border.

Otherwise, if we make enemies on both sides, we will surely be defeated.”

“That’s what I thought, too.

Turan is not a good target for the time being, and even Dante does not need to be completely occupied. What we need is rest and recuperation."

Motia nodded:

"It's good that you understand, brother.

All you have to do is capture one or two duchies of Dante, and then use them as a springboard to attack the Kingdom of Pompeii and occupy that land.

These alone can support our race for two generations, and then it won’t be too late to completely devour Dante.”

Passatero was silent for a moment and shook his head.

"Two duchies won't do. The goal of this meeting is to occupy half of Dante's territory and then take down Pompey."

"Brother, do you really want to do what they ask?

The previous victories probably made many people become complacent and regard Dante as a piece of fat meat.

Don't forget, they are the second most powerful nation after Turan."

"I know that, but there are many tribes, and each tribe wants a piece of land. When added together, it would be terrifyingly large."

"That won't work either. Brother can occupy one or two territories first, and then move on to Pompeii.

When the clan leaders were held accountable, they said it was a temporary need.

Let’s wait for a year or two, and then it will be over once the situation stabilizes.”

“Brother, you are becoming more and more like a commander.

It's a pity, it would be nice if you could have a complete wilderness totem.

I only know how to act recklessly, and the throne of the King of Wisdom should be held by you."

Passatero looked at Mortia's face with pity.

There, a faint wilderness totem flickers, desolate and ancient, exuding a sense of sacredness.

Being able to make the totem appear is a symbol of extremely powerful talent according to the standards of the Beastmen. It is much stronger than the totem that only appears when it is stimulated.

Even I can’t do it now.

It is said that the first wise emperor, who held the Sky Strike in his hand and swept across all the tribes, possessed an external totem.

But unfortunately, my brother's totem is incomplete and he cannot make any further progress on the road to strength.

For an intelligent citizen, this is undoubtedly a great sorrow.

Motia smiled gently:
"Brother, everything is arranged by fate. It's good for me to help father share some of the government affairs."

“Humph, those clan leaders think you are a waste, but they don’t know that most of the clan affairs are actually managed by you.

To me, they look more like clowns.”

After Passatero left, Motia stood quietly by the window, looking at the fiery red sky and sighed softly.

In the year of natural disasters, even the sky lost its pure color.

Suddenly he squatted down with his head in his hands, as if he was enduring great pain.

The next moment he didn't care about anything else and staggered towards the depths of the Zhi Palace.

Soon, he came to an ancient altar.

There was nothing on the altar except for a huge dark red sword standing there, emitting the aura of the ancient times.

(End of this chapter)