Chapter 113 The Movements In The Chessboard (2)

Galibar started to feel anxious about what the PoisonFire Clan was up to.

The fact that they basically sent an army to such a distant place meant they were all aware of the consequences that would occur. If they were defeated and had all of their men killed, it would give the entirety of the PoisonFire Clan a stupid excuse to go to full-blown war.

The man before Galibar was able to identify the anxiousness in his face. He asked worriedly. "What should we do, patriarch?"

"Arm all of our men and wait for their action. We will give a reply according to their actions." Galibar said urgently yet firmly.

"Yes, Patriarch." The man left after giving a martial salute to Galibar.

Leaving Galibar all alone in the patriarchal hall alone. He pondered, squinting his eyes. 'Looks like I have to wake up the ancestors from their deep cultivation state.'

Thinking through that, he stood up and headed toward the back of their mansion, where a medium-sized hill could be seen that was surrounded by all kinds of bamboo trees and some normal trees too, and on top of it was a giant hall that had years of scars on it. However, if someone entered the hill, they would find the density of the spiritual energy in the area was much higher than in any other place.

Letting out a deep sigh, Galibar walked toward the hill. 'I hope the ancestors don't get mad.'

From a window, someone was watching Galibar's figure heading toward the ancestral hall's direction.

It was none other than, Mingxi. He was about to enter the patriarchal hall to discuss something with Galibar, but he stopped when he saw Galibar coming out anxiously. He became skeptical and secretly watched where he was going.

Mingxi was surprised when he saw Galibar actually heading toward the ancestral hall. He knew how grumpy those old guys were, and they didn't like to talk about anything other than something very important.

Mingxi frowned. 'Something is going on; something serious that made Galibar go there. Also, most importantly, he didn't decide to discuss it with me, the head elder of the clan, on such a thing. He really thinks I am not that important now. I guess I have to make Elder Thunder, push forward the plan now.'

...

Outside Highload Town, deep inside the forest.

One could see a large group of men, wearing dark-green armor, standing or sitting quietly; like a pack of wolves, waiting for the leader's order.

And it was actually like that as they were waiting for their leaders to give them the signal.

Inside a big tent that could fit twenty-five or so men easily, one was able to see three men sitting across from each other.

One was sitting alone, while the other two were together. The one sitting alone was clearly the leader.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a slightly strong build, and his face looked grim. He was Muril PoisonFire, the father of Mike, and one of the elders in the PoisonFire clan.

The ones sitting before him were a pair of brothers who were trained to be killing machines for the PoisonFire Clan. These two were called Haone and Batu.

Muril asked. "What are the reports of the scout?"

Batu answered calmly. "The sect has left the town, and they took away the winners too. But from the reports, it looked like they didn't even finish the selection process completely. Something caused them to leave so early."

Haone, who was beside Batu, spoke casually and in a joking tone. "It looks like they left after finding out we have arrived. I said earlier that we should just attack and not care about the sect. They are already busy saving their asses; they wouldn't have cared about us."

Muril didn't say much but gave a small glance at Haone. But Batu didn't let Haone go that easily, he warned sternly. "Say your words carefully, Haone. If anything you say gets leaked to the sect's ear, forget about us, the clan will be facing an existential crisis."

"Come one... Can't you guys joke a little?" Haone said with a sneer.

"Okay, stop it." Muril's calm yet hoarse voice made both of them sit straight. "Tell me the rest of the report."

Batu nodded his head and then continued. "The Burnheart and Ragingwave were about to go into serious war against each other, but it was stopped because of our and the sect's sudden intervention. Sir, if we can flame their hatred once more, we can just stand by the side and reap the fruits easily."

"No, I can't do that." Muril's eyes burned with a fire made of absolute hatred. "I will kill every single one of them with my own hand!"

Batu and Haone gulped their nonexistent saliva. They knew and had experienced how badly Muril's anger could lead something to.

Haone gathered up his courage and asked carefully. "But sir, don't mind me, I just want to ask how we will take care of the ancestors that are sitting silently? I do not doubt your strength, but you can't take on so many of them all at once."

'This guy...' Batu was speechless. 'This guy can still say such a thing in such a heavy mood.'

However, contrary to Batu's expectation, Muril didn't get angry or mad at Haone's question.

Muril said calmly. "Who told you only I came alone to purge these two, clan and family?"

Haone and Batu's eyes widened in shock. They knew Muril was at the top of the clan, where he held the most power, and to have someone come along with him more than his own meant only one thing: one of the ancestors had joined in.

They didn't expect someone of that caliber or status to come along with them.

Batu moved the clogs in his mind and was able to guess who had come along. 'Is it Mike's grandfather? If it is, then this war can escalate to a great degree that might harm everyone.'