"Tribe Leader, how about we discuss this once more. Perhaps... cooperating is also a way out." A bold Nomadic Wolf beastman, who had three starving young children, timidly stepped forward and spoke to Dukin.
Dukin immediately glared, his anger blazing up: "Have your brains been trampled by the hooves of beasts? Are your brains glued into a lump or something that you would come up with that stupid idea!"
They had never seen the tribe leader so angry; the blue veins on his forehead were bulging prominently. Seeing this, the other people in the tribe immediately fell silent and shrank back.
"Do you know what it means to hand over the management rights of the tribe to another tribe? It means losing our roots! How can we be worthy of the ancestors of the Nomadic Wolf tribe, those who shed their blood to build this land? Our tribe has only been able to grow and develop to this day by inheriting the wisdom and self-esteem of our ancestors."
