The remote tribe is far away from the noble territory and lives a peaceful and dangerous life in a corner.

People in the tribe continue to do their usual routines.

It was already evening, the man returned with his prey, while the woman used the afterglow of the setting sun to slit her clothes.

Just when the picture is harmonious, the figure covering the sky and blocking the afterglow that sprinkles on the tribe.

"That's... dragon!"

A tribe living in the jungle is a must-have for vigilance.

All the men held weapons, while the women, children and the elderly hid.

"Ant, my name is Akalisti!"

"Great, honor! Submit me to become my dowry!"

Akalisti's words made the tribe confused.

Dowry, this is what humans say.

This sounds a bit weird.

They still understand the meaning of surrender.

There are many dragons that will make the tribe obey them, thereby consummate wealth or do other things.

There are dragons who call them subordinates, and some people call them relatives.

There is only one way before the tribe, and they cannot refuse.

Dragons over a hundred meters are not the objects they can resist.

If you want the tribe to continue, you must accept the conditions of the dragon. Thinking of this tribe, everyone lowered their heads.

At this moment, Narnia, dressed in a simple manner, rushed out, holding a spear in his hand.

The tribes were not grateful for the young man who rushed out, and even felt angry.

They were worried that such a move would anger the dragon in front of them, and they scolded them one after another.

"What are you doing?"

"Leave quickly, this is not something you can interfere with!"

"We have no intention of resisting, the great Akalisti."

But human words are obviously not within the scope of Akalisti's consideration.

She let out a dragon roar, and the long dragon roar revealed full of anger.

"I dare to bring weapons to Akalis, and I will give you death!"

Narnia jumped up.

The spear danced, and the silver light that crossed the sky flashed away.

Akalisti made a hissing, leaving behind a trauma and retreated.

“...so strong!”

"Using human power to compete with the 100-meter dragon? What a strong man he is."

"So, can people compete with dragons?"

"Mom and Dad, I also want to be such a strong man." The child hiding in the corner sighed. Living in a cruel world, such a child is more precocious than an ordinary child and has goals earlier.

Facing everyone's praise and feelings, Narnia's face remained calm.

In the youthful moment, he faces praise without changing his expression.

Such a demeanor made the people in the tribe admire him.

"This is the young strong man. You need to know that there are people outside the people and there are mountains outside the mountains." An old man educated the children of the tribe. "You also need to learn from your benefactors in the future, and win without being arrogant."

After a while, Narnia spoke.

"My name is Narnia, and I am a man who fights for the tribe."

"Strive for the tribe?"

The old man standing in front came with slow steps.

He is the oldest old man in the tribe, the most respected old man, and the father of the tribe leader.

This identity represents the full weight of his words.

Regarding Narnia's statement, the old man asked his confusion.

Narnia is neither humble nor arrogant, “Yes, I want to establish a tribal alliance, an alliance that serves the tribes.”

The old man showed hesitation, and the tribal alliance's explanation was obviously unable to convince him.

A tribe has its own way of survival for so long. It is impossible to choose to believe it just by a word from the other party.

Fan Kuo's explanation is the same as the aristocrats promised to the short-selling conditions in the tribe.

"So, what is the role of the alliance? Or, what does he need the tribe to do?"

"You know the nobles, magic is not a unique means of the nobles."

Narnia's words caused a stir.

The young tribal masses exclaimed.

The old man looked plain. As he grew older, he could see clearly. But what could he do? Power is always in the hands of a few people. The nobles control the stronger dragon. They will always enjoy power in this world where the strong prey on the weak. Fighting for power is a way to die for the tribe.

Narnia's statement of the nobles at this time only means that his alliance is a provocation to the nobles.

"... Lord Narnia, I think... we should save us from the dragon's hands and express our gratitude for holding a banquet."

The old man revealed respect in his words, which was respect for the strong.

But it also reveals the resistance of alienation, the resistance to provocation to the aristocratic matter.

Instead of responding to his invitation, Narnia said to herself: "I want to establish a tribal alliance where children can learn something, choose their own development direction, have beautiful clothes, enough food to feed, and a place where children in a tribe can grow happily. I don't need you to do anything, I just need to stand up and support when I need to speak out."

“This is a dream for me.”

His voice revealed a sigh.

It seems to be trembling.

The old man was also moved by his condition.

Such a strong man actually felt trembling when he was talking.

"I support this life without eating, I don't want my children to continue." The warrior next to me said.

After he made his statement, countless soldiers stood up.

The reason why they dared to stand up in the face of dragons is because of their children and their relatives in this tribe.

If possible, who wouldn't want to make their children live better?

"I got it, if you can, please let us join that league."

After the old man sighed, he was moved and agreed.

Narnia left a magical instrument with a silver dragon statue engraved on it.

If someone you know sees this image, they will definitely recognize that the dragon statue is Yole.

Without saying anything, I just left.

Not far away, Narnia's body trembled even harder.

Although it was not the first time he was pretending, it was really unaccustomed to asking him to do such a thing.

The silver light that penetrated the sky did not come from his spear, but from Yoll's extremely long-distance magic support.

His tremor was not entirely due to touching and dreams, but simply a conflict and concern about being accused of disguising and leaking.

As for Akalisti?

Just in the hidden place of the valley, Akalisti stood in the valley and negotiated with Joel.
Chapter completed!