Prime Originator

Alliance Leader Hasaar-li glanced at the northern tribe leaders before he calmly acknowledged their undivided attention with a nod.

"There's nothing difficult to understand about my decision. I simply made the most logical choice based on the options I have been presented," Alliance Leader Hasaar-li calmly stated.

"The options you were presented, you say? What do you mean, Chief Hasaar-li?" Chief Silvertooth was quickly intrigued.

After all, he had not given the Bluewind Tribe much choice. However, Chief Hasaar-li's words suggested he had more choices than the ones he gave him.

As such, he was curious what they were.

"You might not know this, but before your arrival, we were having a meeting concerning our Northern Alliance's future. Our northern tribe leaders suggested migrating to the Frost Mountains or Western Jungle," Alliance Leader Hasaar-li calmly mentioned.

"Whether it is the Frost Mountains or the Western Jungle, both have little chance of success and high risks of death. As the nominated alliance leader of the Northern Alliance, it's my responsibility to lead the northern tribes on the road to life. As such, given all the available options, I would naturally pick the one with the least risk."

"Honestly, I still have my doubts, Chief Silvertooth. The Central Region's situation sounds too good to be true, no matter how much I want to believe it. That's why I will lead only my Bluewind Tribe to see the situation with our own eyes."

"The rest of the Northern Alliance does not need to follow in our footsteps until my Bluewind Tribe confirms the situation," Alliance Leader Hasaar-li stated.

The northern tribe leaders were quickly enlightened.

Of all the choices available, migrating to the Central Region was the only path that didn't seem to result in a dead end should they fail their gamble. Thus, even if they got tricked into giving up their independence, they would still have their life at the very least.

What followed after would no longer concern them as the burden of responsibilities would no longer be theirs to bear.

"Hahaha!" Chief Haal-Giri suddenly cackled with heavy laughter before saying, "How could my Coldboar Tribe let Bluewind Tribe venture into the Central Region alone? You are looking down on us, Alliance Leader."

"My Coldboar Tribe didn't nominate you to lead the Northern Alliance because we expect you to sacrifice yourself for the rest of us. No, we chose you because we believe you would make the best choice for the Northern Alliance."

"Since you have already decided, my Coldboar Tribe will naturally follow your Bluewind Tribe to the Central Region," Chief Haal-Giri firmly stated.

"So will my Snow Cleaver Tribe," Chief Fujor added.

"Don't forget about my Great Icebreaker Tribe," Chief Ingi-Bor chimed.

"And my Frostbone Tribe," Chief Hafregus answered.

"Hehehe," Chief Hord-Skuf softly chuckled before saying, "Since everyone is going, how can my Winterheart Tribe be left out? We are not the Northern Alliance unless we are together."

In a short instant, all the northern tribe leaders voiced their willingness to follow Alliance Leader Hasaar-li to the Central Region.

Even Chief Silvertooth couldn't help but feel impressed by their unity.

In fact, the Northern Alliance's unity was even stronger than that of the Western Region's. After all, the northern tribes all endured similar hardships, and the cold was their common enemy. They understood each other's pain well.

"Well, this is surprising," Chief Silvertooth commented.

"I didn't expect this either," Alliance Leader Hasaar-li wryly smiled before saying, "To think I feel proud to be part of the north."

"Hahaha… Alright, that's enough to dilly-dallying. We all have work to do. Alliance Leader, you better not leave without us," Chief Hafregus said lightly.

"Of course," Alliance Leader Hasaar-li nodded.

Shortly after the northern tribe leaders returned to the tribes to organize the mass migration, Alliance Leader Hasaar-li led Chief Silvertooth and Cindertail into the Bluewind Tribe to entertain them.

At the same time, he issued instructions to his whole tribe, informing them what to pack and what to leave behind.

It was impossible to take everything with them on one trip; they only needed to bring the necessities.

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Three days later, the Northern Region's six tribes arrived on the periphery view of the Central Region's new metropolis in the making.

From a distance, the movement of the Northern Alliance's sixty-thousand people looked like an enormous furred serpent slithering towards the new city.

Without any prior news of their visit, the Northern Alliance's arrival naturally alerted the Mighty Whitewolf Tribe's sentries on duty.

"Large movements detected in the north! Is that a giant serpent…?"

"No, it's the Northern Region's people! Good Heavens! With that many people, the entire Northern Region must be coming! Maybe they aren't here to join us but attack us!"

"Attacking us with that much goods on them? Definitely not! Look again, fool. Chief Silvertooth and Paragon Cindertail are leading them!"

Although the sentries initially had some doubts, they quickly disappeared once they spotted Chief Silvertooth and Paragon Cindertail in the lead.

It didn't take long before Chief Silvertooth sent out a signal, notifying the sentries of his successful mission.

However, that discovery made everyone greatly astonished.

Without any big escort and just Paragon Cindertail for company, Chief Silvertooth actually convinced the entire Northern Region to surrender to Hegemon Leonhardt's cause in a mere three days.

No!

Those three days were merely the time taken up by the preparation and trip. The actual time taken to persuade the Northern Region must have been extremely short.

"Our Chief sure is incredible and efficient. To think he brought us the entire Northern Region's people in only three days," a sentry commented with amazement.

"Is that really everyone in the Northern Region, though? That only looks to be around sixty-thousand people… Isn't that too few?" another sentry doubted.

"What do you know? The Northern Region has the smallest population among all the regions within the Infertile Plains. That's definitely all of them," a knowledgeable sentry confidently stated.

However, he suddenly shook his head in the next moment.

"Hold on, this isn't the time for such idle chatter! Quickly notify the Hegemon Leonhardt and the tribe leaders that the Northern Region's tribes have arrived to join us!"

"Right…!"

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