87. Chapter 87 Maybe, he will give you a happy ending?

Author: He gave up and I took it

Chapter 87 Maybe he will give you a happy ending?

After killing a large number of psychic elders, the tribe's situation seemed to be reversed.

No matter how unwilling the remaining Deno warriors were, without the psychic elders granting them a second life, their enthusiasm for fighting declined at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's not that you can't fight.

If someone can stand up and shout, using the grief caused by the death of the psychic elder to arouse anger, these trolls will definitely still be a group of capable soldiers!

However, Butler's performance has frightened the few psychic elders who survived by chance, and no one has any idea of ​​continuing the conquest.

What they want to do most now is to go back to their respective homes and stay away from the thunder and lightning killing god who raises his sword and drops it!

This also made the tribe feel that after several days of siege, they had not reached the expected limit, so this group of armies composed of tribes of Denno trolls chose to evacuate one after another.

They have failed.

On that day in the midst of thousands of troops, when Butler took the lead in killing several spiritual medium elders, the seeds of defeat were inevitably planted!

The tribe was a little unbelievable at first, and then burst into deafening cheers.

They are proud to have such an outstanding leader and vow to tell the story of Butler's heroism from generation to generation.

The war has come to an end, but there are still many things that need to be dealt with urgently after the war.

While Butler was holding on to himself, he was organizing everyone to hunt and solve the imminent food crisis.

Unable to bear it, Deborah finally broke out, grabbing the tribal king's head and forcing him to go to bed to rest. The tribe trolls did not dare to say a word.

And a few days later.

The army that had gone out and gathered the vast majority of the tribe's combat power finally returned, and everyone's nerves were completely relaxed. The last aftermath of this war has truly settled!

"I didn't expect that we could actually defeat an enemy that is no less powerful than the Catlo Troll without you. This is all due to my contribution!"

Butler enthusiastically asked for credit from Itarek. This kind of childish behavior is rare to see in him.

Glancing at this guy, Itarek sneered disdainfully.

"You've been beaten so hard that you can't get out of bed for several days, and you still have the nerve to keep barking?"

"That's enough, you are so disrespectful to the tribal king!"

Butler was furious.

"As punishment, I will make you the next tribal king. You must spend the rest of your life atone for your inappropriate words and deeds!"

Itarek rolled his eyes and pretended to leave, but the next moment his thigh was hugged tightly by Butler.

"...Relax, what are you looking like!"

"Brother, please take pity on me! I have been in this tiring position for such a long time, you must give me a holiday, right?"

"Don't let go, get out!"

Itarek was furious.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy was really lucky and looked like a leader, and had already been booked as the new Dragonborn servant, he would have kicked this shameless thing into bed for two more days!

"It's none of my business whether you're tired or not. I'm just the second in command, not your biological father!"

"No, you can be!"

This shameless look immediately silenced Itarek, making the great dragon deeply doubt his own vision.

However, this silence gave Butler hope of letting go of his burden, and he shouted tentatively with a sullen face.

"……father?"

"Go away, you bastard! Go and have a child with Deborah yourself, and let him become the next tribal king!"

"Oh, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that maybe I don't have the time anymore."

Butler's temperament suddenly became vicissitudes of life and sadness, but Itarek looked on with a disdainful cold eye and had no intention of asking about the inside story.

The tribal king coughed twice, but the dragon's head remained unmoved.

Butler could only hold on to the atmosphere, looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle with tears in his eyes, and said in a low voice.

"Do you know where the thunder I get on the battlefield comes from?"

"None of my business."

"That's enough! If you are so lazy, when will you be able to build the tribe, and how will you be able to face the challenges of Ketlo and the Deno trolls?"

Butler was heartbroken, but what he got in exchange was an unfeeling reply from Itarek.

"none of your business!"

"..."

Butler choked.

After a while, he glared at Itarek fiercely, ignored the awkward atmosphere at the scene, and continued talking on his own.

"It all started a few days before the war. I knelt down and worshiped under the five totems sincerely as usual. However, this time the person who responded to me was not the water element who has believed in the water element for half my life. You can never imagine which root it was.

The totem gave me new faith!"

Itarek stared with dead fish eyes.

Listen to Butler excitedly tell the secret that all shamans and even all tribal trolls are eager to know.

till the end.

Butler wiped the saliva from his mouth with unsatisfied intention, and then patted Itarek's shoulder with a heartfelt brow.

"Xiao Long, I have helped you clean up all the hidden dangers in the tribe. I can only rest assured if this tribe is left to you."

What the fuck...

Itarekpi chuckled without a smile, "Now that the battle is over, when do you plan to fulfill your agreement with the great dragon?"

"I thought so too, but the great dragon didn't call me, so there's nothing I can do."

Butler didn't realize that he was dancing on the grave, and said happily.

"I just took advantage of this time to spend some time with Deborah. Alas, you didn't see it. When I told Deborah about this, she burst into tears. She has been pestering me so much these days.

She wants me to leave a child for her.

But the position of tribal king should only be occupied by those who are capable.

In the entire tribe, you are the only one whose reputation is equal to mine. As long as you agree to inherit my responsibilities, the tribe that has just experienced a series of wars will be able to live in peace for many years.

As for whether to pass it on to my heirs in the future, it all depends on your interest. If there are better young people by then, then it might not be a bad idea to let them take over."

Butler's free and honest look made Itarek couldn't help but nod his head, feeling once again that the tribe had indeed found a good leader that had never been seen in a century.

If only every noble was like Butler.

There was no need for Augustus to establish a golden dynasty to ensure that the power of the nobles would not override the power of the king.

"Who knows when the great dragon will call you, why not wait with expectation, King of the Tribe."

Itarek smiled meaningfully.

"Maybe he will give you a happy ending worthy of you."
Chapter completed!