'That's right. As long as I become so powerful that no one can touch me, then if we decide to attack the tribes of the Polar Forest, the Scorpion Tribe won't dare pull any tricks. They'll probably be desperate to follow along and curry favor with us.'
The witch clenched her fist. 'Power...'
The next morning, the Wizards from the Super Tribe awoke from their meditation.
"Lord Wizard, I have something to report."
The brown-haired Beastman stood respectfully outside the door. He could hear the voices of the Wizards talking inside the stone house.
"Come in."
The Beastman pulled aside the Beast Skin curtain at the entrance of the stone house and went inside. Two Beastman Warriors followed him, carrying trays of food for the Wizards.
"Lord Wizard, last night the Salt Witch approached me. He wishes to request that you treat a witch from his tribe who is said to have exceptional talent."
"An exceptionally talented witch?"
