Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

The best outcome is that the tribe can win without shedding blood.

However, the continuous victories went to the heads of the tribesmen.

Especially those members who had the most contact with other Ice Clan, they became very warlike and even volunteered to fight many times.

Fafnir Lann had rejected their foolish proposals more than once. The overall strength of Clan Lann was far inferior to Clan Dorne. If a full-scale war broke out between them and Clan Dorne, Clan Lann might be able to gain a local advantage in the early stages by relying on surprise attack tactics.

But over time, they are bound to lose.

The Lann clan only has one chance, and until the time comes, they must all lie dormant and patient.

The attack on the Dorne clan outpost was originally intended to keep the other Ice Caste clans supporting them.

But this also accumulated considerable dissatisfaction within the clan, as they believed that he was too cowardly and unfit to lead the Lann clan.

But he is the chosen one, and his adoptive mother and many people support him.

He is the patriarch, and he must not only consider victory, but also the survival of the Lann clan.

If the Dorne clan really gets angry, what can they use to resist the wrath of the Dorne clan?

Fafnir Lane's biological mother died at the hands of the Dorne clan, but he didn't even know his mother's name or why she was being hunted.

He is a Rann now, and the interests of the clan are above all else.

His deputy flung the door open. "My Lord, the emissary from Clan Dorne has arrived!"

Lann: "How many people are here?"

"There were only two people. They came here in a hovercraft along a tributary of the underground river."

The Dorne clan relied on something to maintain their strength, which was why they dared to send only two warriors to negotiate.

When Lann and his fully-armed tribesmen arrived at the riverbank, his eyes were instantly caught by the towering figure like a mountain.

The giant stood next to the hovercraft, half a body taller than the tallest warrior of the Lann clan.

Even though he was dozens of meters away, Lan could still feel the suffocating pressure!

Chapter 199 Thirteenth Art (5K)

"I am Rogal Dorn."

Dorn announced his arrival with a brief self-introduction, and the Lann clan, which had been coming in with great momentum, froze in place.

His name is unknown, his legend is yet to be told.

But his size was obvious at first glance. He was tall and strong, and the shadow he cast was enough to cover the largest Lann warrior.

When people faced him, even the most fanatical warriors would not involuntarily take a step back.

He didn't need to show anything, and an unavoidable thought arose in everyone's mind: Can he win?

Will die!

What kind of courage, or rather, what kind of folly, does it take to be an enemy of such a being?

"I am Fafnir Lane."

The young patriarch suppressed the trembling in his heart and strode forward.

Everyone else can be cowardly, but he can't.

He is the patriarch of the Lann clan and the spiritual pillar of the clan. He must face this giant who seems to have walked out of a myth.

Dorn's eyes were calm. "Lan, I'm here to negotiate regarding your recent war atrocities."

"We are just fighting for the rights we deserve!" Lann's voice sank. Even giants could not stop the Lann clan.

Dorne: "You will get the rights you deserve, but not in Invit, nor plundered from the Dorne clan. In the vast Milky Way, the stars are the home of the Invit people."

Dorne doesn't like beating around the bush. How could negotiation be so inconvenient?

He prefers to confront his enemies directly.

"You have my promise."

Lann: "Without any evidence, why should we believe you?"

"Then, duel," Dorn said. "You and me, or any of Clan Lann. I will fight until the last warrior lays down his weapon."

"If I lose, I will leave immediately and never interfere with Clan Lann. If I win, Clan Lann will receive my promise. You will sign a peace treaty with Clan Dorne, and I will lead you to the stars."

"The term is five years. If I fail to fulfill my promise after five years, the treaty will be invalidated."

"how?"

He stared at Lan, and his calm tone seemed to contain an authority that could not be questioned.

His words were neither sharp nor aggressive, but his powerful aura was enough to shock people.

Lann's heart was already shaken. How could they win in a battle with such an existence?

Besides, the conditions offered by Dorne were quite generous. If they still rejected the proposal...

Dorne seemed to understand his hesitation. "Refusing an honorable duel will be considered an insult by the Dornish clan. The only option left is war."

The so-called art of negotiation has two key points: deterrence and compromise.

The strong can use the absolute threat of force to force the weak to submit unconditionally. The strong's compromise is mercy rather than concession.

The weak must at least have the determination to perish together with the enemy, otherwise they will be slaughtered at the negotiating table.

When a strong person is sure that you would rather die than surrender, you'd better make him pay an unbearable price, and then the strong person will truly consider making concessions.

Dorne had sufficient military force to deter, and he also made generous promises.

Repeated bargaining will only erode each other's sincerity and make the promise seem cheap.

Dorn has always disliked meaningless arguments, and even more so, hypocritical courtesy.

The stalemate in negotiations often stems from the fact that at least one of the parties is insincere. Either the party asks for an exorbitant price in an attempt to gain an advantage in the negotiation, or the party has no intention of really negotiating from the beginning to the end and uses the negotiation as a pretext to delay or paralyze the opponent.

The so-called game is the process of constantly testing each other's bottom line in order to gain the greatest benefit for one's own side.

But if you have already seen through your opponent's bottom line, there will be no bargaining, and you will stick to the bottom line price.

Donne is not a god, he cannot predict the future.

But he could judge from the frequent attacks of the Lann clan in the past three years that the Lann clan wanted to win big with a small effort, but did not want an all-out war.

He gave the Lann clan a decent choice, and the Lann clan had only two options: either accept or reject.

But Dorne was not generous to others, the Dorne clan would not be harmed, and the promise he made would only bind himself.

And he has absolute confidence in himself.

Even without relying on his father's power, he is capable of solving the threat of the Ran clan.

Fafnir's gaze shifted from Dorn's mountainous figure to his tribesmen behind him, who had different expressions.

Even those warriors who had clamored to fight a decisive battle with the Dorne clan now wisely remained silent.

"We can accept this condition."

Lann looked up into the giant's eyes, complex emotions flickering in his eyes, including unwillingness and awe, as well as a hint of vague expectation.

If you can really find your home among the stars, it would be an option.

Regardless of victory or defeat, the Lann clan will profit.

"Come!" Lann slowly raised his sword. "Warrior of Clan Dorne, let me see if your strength is as formidable as your body!"

Dawn: "Here?"

Lann said firmly, "It's right here!"

"When does it start?"

“It’s already started!”

Lann was very martial and waited with a knife in hand for Dorn to draw his weapon.

"Be careful." Along with Dorn's gentle reminder came his body that was as heavy as a mountain.

Lan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instinctively swung his sword at the attacking giant, but the sword missed the target before it touched the giant's clothes because the giant dodged in advance.

Before Lann could put away his knife and defend himself, Dorn's fist hit his chest like a hammer.

Amidst the dull sound of bones cracking, Lan's eyes went dark and he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, flying back more than ten meters before crashing heavily on the river bank.

Dorn knocked him out with one punch.

No mortal could keep up with him in terms of speed or strength, even though he was still a minor.

He had better hold back, otherwise he was afraid he would kill Lann with one punch.

Dorn glanced at the silent Lann Clan warriors, "Next."

Fafnir is already the strongest warrior of the Lann clan. If even he is vulnerable, the rest of the warriors have no chance of winning.

But they were still eager to try, and fought to the death even though they knew they could not win.

The Lann clan can be defeated, but they cannot admit defeat.

If they surrender without a fight, the news will only make the Lann clan lose face!

"boom!"

Warrior after warrior flew backwards like rags, landing beside Fafnir one after another, forming a neat row.

Fafnir's consciousness was forced to awaken in severe pain. In his blurred vision, the towering figure like a mountain was still standing.

"The Chosen One, what kind of Chosen One am I?" Fafnir coughed up a mouthful of blood and pulled the corner of his mouth in self-mockery.

According to an ancient prophecy of the Lann clan, one day, the chosen one will swim down.

And the so-called chosen one was standing before him at this moment.

It turns out that wasn't him, never was.

……

"Who is he?"

When Dorn returned to the front-line outpost that he was familiar with, there was one more person on the hovercraft.

There was still some fresh blood at the corner of his mouth, probably freshly shed.

Probus's eyes fell on him, and he felt that this man seemed familiar.

Dorn: "Fafnir Lann, lord of Clan Lann, I have persuaded them to accept peace."

persuade?

Probus's eyelids twitched. I guess you convinced them with your fists?

But no matter what, it's a good thing that the problem has been resolved.

"Let go!"

Probus signaled the soldiers to disarm their automatic weapons and watched the hovercraft disappear from view. He sighed softly inwardly, "The young are truly formidable!"

With Dorne's return this time, it is a foregone conclusion that he will inherit the position of patriarch.

He has the support of the old patriarch and sufficient achievements.

If anyone still wants to oppose him, he must at least have achievements equal to those of Dorne.

Probus was extremely envious of this, but he was not jealous because he knew his own limitations.

If he were asked to go to the Lann clan, he would definitely not be able to convince the Lann clan to accept peace unless they just compromised and licked his boots.

But the strong are meant to humiliate the weak. How can it be reasonable for the strong to kneel down and lick the weak?

Even if it succeeds, what is the meaning of peace achieved through blind compromise?

If he really did that, old Dorne would clean up the mess.

The patriarch has to lead the Dorne clan. He doesn't expect his successor to be very capable, but at least he has to protect the foundation.

How can one voluntarily give away one's roots?

If such a person were really allowed to become the clan leader, the clan would only continue to decline.

Moreover, the position of the patriarch of the Dorne clan is not inherited from the family. Only warriors who have passed the trial are eligible to compete for the position, so the Dorne clan can always maintain its dominant position in the Ice Nest.