Prime Originator

"That is a very good idea, Chief Valencia. First, however, we have to seek Young Master Leonhardt's opinion on this matter," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman stated. 

"The Venerable Shaman is right," Chief Brightstar nodded and said, "After all, this is the same as pushing Young Master Leonhardt into the fire pit."

"Once we spread the news of his ability across the Infertile Plains to rally warriors under our banner, we will also be putting Young Master into unprecedented danger," Chief Nightraven added. 

Without a doubt, there will also be people that come with ill intents, seeking to capture Young Master Leonhardt for themselves while disregarding the Seven Tribes Alliance. 

"What do you think, Young Master Leonhardt?" 

Chief Valencia turned to Leon for an answer before he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders in response.

"It doesn't matter to me. We can proceed with this plan if you all decided so," Leon said.

The plan was dangerous but not life-threatening. However, the same cannot be said for the Seven Tribes Alliance.

They will be pitting themselves against the Black Warbear Tribe and all tribes that will come for him. 

Leon smiled wryly as he thought of the original plan to bide their time and grow after a representative leader among the Seven Tribes Alliance was selected. 

The chiefs all intended to battle for that position as they all wanted it. But when it comes to becoming a Hegemon, it can only be passed to him. 

He will not be the only candidate competing for the Hegemon position, but he is the sole candidate who had a chance of unifying the Infertile Plains. 

After Leon gave his answer, Chief Valencia nodded and turned her attention back to the Black Warbear Tribe's group of Battle Masters. 

"Sorry to inform you, but the Divine Doctor will not be going anywhere. He already has the backing of our Seven Tribes Alliance, and we will help him become Hegemon," Chief Valencia stated coolly. 

"Hm?" Lord Warmog frowned before he said, "You are making a mistake. Are you sure you want to turn us down without letting us see the Divine Doctor?"

"I am the Divine Doctor," Leon stepped forward and said impassively, "Since you have seen, you can leave now. Apologies for the wasted trip."

"You're the Divine Doctor?" Lord Warmog asked with astonishment. 

Not to mention him, but the entire group of Battle Masters was also surprised, not expecting the Divine Doctor to appear so young. 

Nevertheless, Lord Warmog did not believe it, thinking that a scapegoat had been used to fool them as the Darkmoon Tribe did not want them knowing who the Divine Doctor is.

"The Seven Tribes Alliance is very ambitious! Do you think you can protect the Divine Doctor and unite the Infertile Plains with your strength?" Lord Warmog questioned with his patience growing thin.

"At the very least, we have more Battle Kings on our side," Chief Valencia stated coolly. 

Lord Warmog's expression shortly turned gloomy before he said, "It's true that with the combined forces of the Seven Tribes Alliance, you will have more Battle Kings than my Black Warbear Tribe. But only my Black Warbear Tribe."

"We still have the strength of ten other tribes under our ruling!" Lord Warmog stated coldly before adding, "Not to mention, Battle Kings are the Infertile Plains' core strength in defending against the demons!"

"I didn't know that the Seven Tribes Alliance is so desperate for fame and glory that they are willing to sacrifice their ancestors' time for it. The defenders of the south are only this much, huh?" Warlak commented loudly for Chief Valencia and the others to hear.

"Even the four ruling tribes of Central Region still show some restraint when competing for hegemony," Warlak mentioned before criticizing the Seven Tribes Alliance, "You people are going to cause unnecessary bloodshed and lose for the Infertile Plains!" 

"We have to unite quickly while preserving our strength, so we can overcome any resistance during our migration into a more prosperous land! Unfortunately, however, it seems like the Seven Tribes Alliance doesn't care about the bigger picture!"

As Warlak spoke, Lord Warmog frowned but chose to remain silent without interrupting him.

They had to make the Seven Tribes Alliance understand that the utilization of Battle Kings does not benefit anyone and that they were not worthy enough to join the competition with their pitiful amount of Battle Masters.

Nevertheless, Leon continued to listen to the two sides exchanged a battle of words back and forth about which tribe was more worthy. 

From the start, the so-called Hegemon position was only being treated as a figurehead by the Black Warbear Tribe while the real power still rests with them—that is, if he was to follow them back to their tribe.

Suddenly, Leon burst into a fit of laughter raucously and maniacally, quickly attracting everyone's attention before Lord Warmog and the other Black Warbear Tribe's Battle Master begin to frown with displeasure. 

"What's so funny?" 

Lord Warmog asked in a deep and threatening tone with furrowed brows while exerting the pressure of his aura. 

Leon's laugh abruptly stopped after drawing their attention onto himself before his body rose into the air and floated forward. 

"If I was going to be crowned Hegemon, you all need to understand that you will be serving me and not whichever tribe that wants to represent me!" Leon stated clearly.

"Go back and tell your chief that the Divine Doctor isn't someone that can be used as a tool for politics but someone with real power and should not be trifled with. If the Black Warbear Tribe wish to serve me, then show some sincerity." 

Leon hovered in the air with a calm and collected countenance as he gazed down on Lord Warmog and the other Battle Masters indifferently. 

"Are you threatening us?!" Warlak quickly barked in retaliation, "How the hell do you think you are to look down on us?!" 

"You still don't know?" Leon shifted his gaze to Warlak and said coolly, "I suppose you are just a muscle brain.. Even though your group was looking for me, you still fail to believe it."