Fallen Chronicles

Chapter 136 Chapter 136: Glory

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-Chief’s residence.

The current chief of the “Dread Lizard Tribe” Losa, was sweating profusely.

In front of everyone, he fiercely scolded his son Rush, even going up to give him a good beating. After a series of kicks and punches, he finally told Rush to get lost. The chief’s son, who was proud and confident just a few minutes ago, now lowered his head and slinked away with his tail between his legs.

After this episode, Losa with deep apologies, addressed the human, and the leader of the Revolutionary Army Renji: “I’m sorry esteemed leader of the Revolutionary Army and your companions. I disciplined my son inappropriately. I apologize on behalf of my idiot son. Also, about picking up the replicas of our relics…”

“It’s alright Chief Losa. We were just playing around with them. You can rest assured; we are not interested in the chief position.”

Upon hearing Renji’s words, Losa after glancing at the dragon-girl standing behind Renji without any reaction, sighed in relief. He was surprised to find out that the true leader among them was this human.

“I’ve already arranged three carts for you. Besides the food, there are also some clothes. I apologize for the lack of meat; we’ve had difficulties due to the rapid expansion of the Savage Wilderness in recent years. The forest within the tribe for hunting is getting smaller, and we can’t provide more.”

“No, no, Chief Losa, it seems you’ve misunderstood. We are not here for assistance. Please carefully read the letter from Nozomi.”

“What? Not here for assistance?” 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝑟𝘦𝘢𝒹.𝘤𝑜𝓂

Losa hastily opened the letter in confusion. He hadn’t paid much attention before, but now, after reading the content carefully written by the fox woman, his face showed a surprised expression.

“Are you suggesting that the Dread Lizardman Tribe should also join the Revolutionary Army!?”

After seeing Renji nod, Losa who had managed to scrape together three carts of supplies just moments ago, was now vigorously shaking his head. His face even showed a pleading expression.

“Sir Renji I know the Revolutionary Army is facing difficulties, and things are getting tougher, but you… You can’t do this! The Dread Lizard Tribe only wishes to survive. I beg you, take more food from us if needed, but please spare the Lizardmen from joining the Revolutionary Army.”

Seeing the chief before him on the verge of tears, Renji sighed. It was clear that Losa believed he was using the alliance as a pretext, intending to absorb the entire Dread Lizard Tribe. Hence, the chief’s desperate plea.

Talking alone wouldn’t work anymore. Renji decided to be straightforward. Fate or whatever it was, he had noticed something when Rush led him to see the replicated relic—the hammer.

Thunk!*

A deep sound startled Losa. When he regained his composure, the entire chief’s village was filled with purple light. The source of the radiance was the thunderous hammer that Renji placed on the table in front of Losa.

“This… This is! No, it should have already been…” Losa widened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.

“Yes, we’ve taken it back, from the Mayor’s guards in the Sealed City. By the way, not only did the guard die because of that relic, but the mayor also went down with him.”

“We’ve come to the Tribe’s Forest not because we couldn’t hold on in the Sealed City. On the contrary, it’s precisely because we’ve made significant breakthroughs in our actions there and can see a glimmer of hope. That’s why we returned here, to gather strength. It’s time for us to counterattack.”

Although Renji’s words sounded insane, like something out of a dream, the fact that the relic, once bestowed upon the ancestors of the Dread Lizard Tribe by the Great Emperor, and later stolen by humans, now appeared intact before Losa, left him with no choice but to believe.

No, not belief.

Instead,

Plop!*

Unexpectedly, the tribal chief knelt directly in front of the thunderous hammer. Even Renji didn’t anticipate this. From the chief’s aged eye sockets, now rapidly filling with layers of mist, it was evident that something profound was happening.

With trembling fingers, Losa touched the hammer, caressing every groove on it. Finally, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Tears flowed like a fountain, and the wrinkles of time filled his weathered face as he wept.

“Ancestors… It’s Losa. It’s me who has tarnished the glory of the Lizardman tribe and made you suffer humiliation. I’m sorry for not being able to protect our heritage. I’m sorry.”

“Even so, if you are willing to return to your tribe, to shelter your people, I understand! If this is your guidance for us wanderers, Losa comprehends!”

As Losa sobbed, the faint purple light continuously flickered from the hammer on the table. This further excited Losa to the point where he struggled to speak. For many years, it was the first time the relic responded to him like this.

In this scene, Renji stands silent, not disturbing the tribal chief’s moment.

The quality of this hammer was not exceptionally high; it was only of [rare] rarity. For Renji, who had possessed several legendary weapons at the time, he had long forgotten about this weapon. He didn’t remember when he gave it away, let alone the owner, which turned out to be the ancestor of the Dread Lizardman Tribe, as mentioned by Losa just now.

As a character like Karl, rated as a five-star disaster rank, Renji could recall. However, going further back, like the ancestor of the Dread Lizard Tribe, perhaps only a four-star or even a three-star character, these low-star characters were challenging to remember for Renji. In his memory, they struggled to leave even a trace.

Yet, the equipment casually given to low-star characters as “junk,” whether from the chief’s son Rush, who sought the honor of being able to “lift it” through countless days and nights of training, or the current moment, where it could make a tribal chief kneel and cry with such profound emotions upon regaining what was lost, undoubtedly proved that, for the ancestor of the Dread Lizard Tribe from five hundred years ago, it was far from being junk. It was the most precious possession, representing his glory—a family heirloom to be passed down to generations as proof of having followed the “Great Emperor.”

In cruder terms, it was something to boast about for a lifetime, even more than a lifetime. It was to let his descendants continue to “boast” about this glorious era on his behalf.

“Sir. Renji since the ‘relic’ has chosen you to bring it back, from this moment on, the glory of the Dread Lizard Tribe will be with you!”

“No matter what you choose to do, the Dread Lizardman Tribe will follow the guidance of our ancestor and offer wholehearted assistance to you!”

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