Chapter 2870: Chapter 148: Divine Punishment? (Part 3)

The crowd did not dare be neglectful, and all said, "Yes, council matters are pressing."

"With the Wujiu Barbarian Army before us, at the very moment of the tribes’ survival or death, we must be cautious."

"Military affairs are urgent now; the matter of alliance must come first..."

...

Amid the clamor and disturbance, the alliance council was held again according to procedure.

It was as if everyone had subconsciously forgotten what had just happened; no one mentioned it, and no one cast their gaze toward Mo Hua.

Mo Hua seemed to have become a ’transparent man’.

No one acknowledged him as a Shaman, yet it seemed no one came forth to deny him anymore either.

Mo Hua secretly sighed in his heart.

Still, this was fine; with no one disturbing him, with no one questioning him anymore, he could take part in this council under that ambiguous ’Shaman’ identity.

He did not have a publicly recognized Shaman status, yet he was enjoying the treatment of a Shaman.

That was enough.

...

Afterward, as the council proceeded, Mo Hua, this ’transparent man’, remained to the side, ’listening in’ the whole time.

He simply listened in—no debate, no speaking, no opinions offered.

In itself, there was little about the alliance that he felt was worth him acting on personally.

There were many inter?tribal grudges and entanglements of interest involved here, like a mire he did not much wish to step into.

In any case, so long as in the end everyone could reach a consensus and stand against the Wujiu Tribe, that would suffice.

He merely needed to grasp the currents, so that he could more easily control the situation within the council and plan from behind the scenes.

And so, the council followed its steps, proceeding one stage after another.

Virtually every tribe’s Great Chief or Chief Elder would rise to speak, laying out pros and cons, voicing demands, and ultimately stating what concessions they were willing to make for the sake of alliance.

The Danque Tribe, Fire Eagle Tribe, Flame Wing Tribe, Red Simurgh Tribe, and Bi Fang Tribe all did the same.

Even the Shugubu, which had always been ’out of tune with the group’, under Mo Hua’s hidden prompting, declared itself willing to yield part of its interests to jointly crusade against the Wujiu Tribe.

Among these, what drew Mo Hua’s attention most was the Bi Fang Tribe.

This time, the Great Chief of the Bi Fang Tribe had not come; the one presiding was the tribe’s Chief Elder.

It was said that the Bi Fang Tribe’s Great Chief was gravely ill, unable to personally attend to many matters, and could only entrust everything to the Chief Elder.

Mo Hua harbored doubts about this.

And within the Bi Fang camp, he saw a familiar face—the Bi Fang Tribe’s Young Master, Bi Jie.

Bi Jie naturally showed no pleasant expression toward Mo Hua.

However, this was tribal business of great weight; Bi Jie, as a Young Master, lacked the standing to speak, so he merely sat in a corner, his gaze venomous as it fixed on Mo Hua.

The Bi Fang Chief Elder, when his eyes fell upon Lugu, bore that same venomous look.

In the matter of the oasis, that old man in black?green robes had been precisely the Bi Fang Chief Elder.

He had crossed hands with Lugu again and again, suffering defeat each time; in the end their territory was lost, their supplies plundered, and thus the enmity between him and Lugu ran deep.

Of course, if one traced the first instigator, it was in truth still Mo Hua.

Yet the Bi Fang Chief Elder could not see Mo Hua’s hidden hand here, so naturally he could only hate Lugu, the one he had personally fought.

And the truly tangled part of all this lay here:

The relationship between the upper ranks of the Bi Fang Tribe and the Danque Tribe was actually not bad—at least, not so poor.

The Bi Fang Chief Elder and Chief Dan Lie were on quite amicable terms.

But between Bi Jie and Dan Zhu, these two Young Masters, there were rather some grudges.

Meanwhile, between the Bi Fang Tribe and the Shugubu, the hatred ran very deep.

Mo Hua was wedged in the midst of this, and naturally the Bi Fang Tribe bore him a grudge.

Indeed, Mo Hua being resented was only what he deserved; after all, many of these affairs were schemes he had stirred up from behind the scenes—the Bi Fang Tribe had not chosen the wrong man to hate.

Through this, the tangled network of tribal enmities across the Great Wilderness could be faintly glimpsed.

Yet all these grudges were hidden in the shadows; on the surface, for the sake of advancing the council, everyone kept silent about them.

Thus the alliance council unfolded amid this subtle atmosphere.

The matters that followed were also within Mo Hua’s expectations.

The other key point of the alliance was to discuss how to deploy the allied Barbarian Army to wage decisive battle against the Wujiu Tribe.

The Wujiu Tribe was strong indeed, ravaging in all directions, invincible wherever it went. Most Third Grade tribes of the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm were no match for the Wujiu Tribe.

Yet this was because most tribes were fighting alone.

If the majority of tribes in the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm truly joined hands, then the outcome would be very different.

United, they would be strong; divided, they would fall. Should these tribes truly unite, their collective strength would transform, enough to stand against the Wujiu Tribe.

This was, in truth, an evident fact.

But the greatest problem lay still in whether these originally fragmented tribes could overcome their barriers, yield to one another, and in the end work with one heart and reach accord.

For this, the upper echelons of all the tribes argued from morning until night.

Although they declared that they would ’form an alliance’, when it came to calculating interests—who would yield, who would make concessions—every tribe stood upon its own position, scheming and maneuvering in turn.

Mo Hua had listened from the side throughout, to the point that he was almost drowsy.

Fortunately, in the end the matter found a preliminary conclusion, and a rough outline of the alliance plan took shape.

Just when Mo Hua thought this council had its outcome and that he could return to rest, Chief Dan Lie spoke:

"The alliance of our tribes already has its scheme. As to its concrete execution, I ask each Chieftain and Elder to implement it in earnest."

"And next, we must deliberate... the most important matter."

The faces of all Great Chiefs and Chief Elders instantly grew solemn.

Mo Hua, however, was taken aback; he did not know what this so?called ’even more important’ matter could be.

Could this affair truly be more important than the alliance itself?

He had not heard a word of it beforehand.

Just then, Chief Dan Lie’s expression grew grave, and in a deep voice he said:

"In this campaign of the Wujiu Tribe against the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm, their true aim, besides occupying the Mountain Realm and ruling the region, I fear is still for the sake of a long?plotted..."

Chief Dan Lie paused, leaving his words unfinished, and turned his head to gaze at Lord Yan Zhu upon the high seat.

Clearly, this was a matter that ought to be handled by the Shaman.

Yan Zhu’s eyes were stern, his voice heavy as he slowly uttered four characters:

"Witch Vulture God Descent."

Mo Hua, who had been somewhat drowsy a moment ago, suddenly jolted, his eyes slowly widening.

Wujiu... God Descent?!

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