"Brave Bonan, I'm not here to fight with you tonight. Our battlefield is tomorrow's Ulu Hai. There is no point in bleeding other than that," the old patriarch said slowly, "Tonight, I'm here to talk to you.

chat."

"Tell me, old man, and my name is Brunave."

The old orc's cloudy eyes seemed to be reminiscing, or trying to remember what he wanted to say. He stayed there for a long time, which even made Griffith wonder if he had suddenly traveled westward.

"Do you want my crown? Bo-Katan?" Finally, he remembered his topic.

"I want the position of your clan leader. Where did you buy that piece of metal secondhand? Give it to me as well," Brunav growled, "Also, my name is Brunav. If I call you by the wrong name, I will get it."

My front teeth were extracted.”

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the old orc's mouth, which was almost hidden by the wrinkles: "Okay, okay, come and get it. There were many warriors before you who came to challenge me, but they didn't succeed."

As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed at the crown above his head:

"A long time ago, I snatched it from the hands of the previous clan leader, firmly believing that it was for the good of the clan. That guy was cruel, arrogant and stupid, and the Firestone Tribe would be doomed sooner or later in his hands. I did a good thing, and since then

I think I did a good thing.

"Until you put it on...

"This crown has a will, it is alive."

The air in the room suddenly became colder. Griffith stared at the awkward crown on the old orc's head, and had an inexplicable twisted illusion in his heart. This was a crown made of gold, and it was impossible to know where the orcs took it from.

.The inlaid gems have been lost, staring at the world like the eye sockets of a skull.

The person who came here to talk to Brunave seemed to be this small piece of metal, and the old patriarch was just its bracket.

Brunave did not respond immediately, so the old patriarch continued:

"From the moment I put it on, I felt the surging power. The power of every warrior in the tribe is my power. Every pair of eyes is my eyes. I can command them, lead them, and take what is in my heart."

What you want.

"It's really like the power of a god...

"But, but, this power does not belong to me. The will of the crown is the real owner of this power.

"Everything I do is to follow its will——

“Exercise power, pursue power.

"That's all."

The old orc's tone was calm and non-threatening, but his expression was so strange that it even gave people the impression that the crown was squeezing his life away. If Brunave could bring about the end, he would be willing to give everything.

"Young Postan~"

"I'm Brunave, forget it, it's up to you."

"Brave warrior, the great chief wants you to come here because he wants you to take control of the Firestone Tribe, use this place as a base to invade Odessa, hand over the food and goods that have been gathered for many years to supply the army, and let the warriors here serve the clan

The Alliance's armies go to war."

"That's natural."

The old patriarch shook his head, as if talking in his sleep: "But the Firestone Tribe doesn't want this~

"Warriors want to kill, honor and plunder. It's okay to fight one or two battles. If they are allowed to fight for months and months and are willing to give up food and weapons, who will agree?

"The war with humans will never end, and the wealth accumulated by the Firestone Tribe over the years will melt like ice and snow under the scorching sun. The trade of exchanging furs and minerals to bring food will also end because of the war. It won't be long before this place will be like

Other tribes are as poor as the villages. They are so poor that they don’t even have enough barley and maggots to eat. If famine comes..."

Brunave snorted, but said nothing.

The old patriarch continued to talk to himself: "Every warrior who comes to challenge me, I will tell him this. If you kill me tomorrow, haha, although it is unlikely, if that happens, you will

I will wear this crown and merge with its will.

"Young orc, when that time comes, you will know that this is a future that the ruler cannot resist.

"Sooner or later you will become like me."

After saying this, the old patriarch stood up tremblingly, straightened his back and walked out the door. When he was approaching the exit, he turned around again: "Warrior, you know what the elders, women and children in the tribe think.

Yes? Most of them won’t come to see Uluhai tomorrow. After you chop off my head, you can go and see them.”

His eyes then turned to Aslante:
Chapter completed!