At this moment, the distant tribes of the south were still trembling in fear beneath the black sun, silently praying for their first ray of dawn...
Gale Tribe:
The many shamans and priests of the Gale Tribe had been praying continuously for three days. Ever since the scroll had sent back the slightest response three days ago, they had practically treated it as a lifeline. Several High Priests danced the divine worship dance day and night, begging the gods recorded in ancient texts to answer them!
On the altar, they sacrificed the fattest livestock the Gale Tribe had raised that year!
These livestock had been raised with great effort by the tribe's excellent Beast Tamers. They had originally been intended to nourish the younger generation, but now, as they watched thousands of roasted cattle giving off an enticing aroma, the children in the distance could only secretly drool.
Many elders of the Warrior Division complained every day. When they looked at the tribe's mostly malnourished children and then at the offerings being wasted on nonexistent gods, their faces were filled with heartache.
Yet they could only watch helplessly. After all, with the chieftain absent, the priests held the highest authority in the tribe.
It was not that the priests failed to notice the hungry, desperate gazes of the children from the Warrior Division. They also felt great pity for the tribe's future, but they were truly helpless...
The Gale Tribe had always been the weakest of the Southern Five Great Tribes. Among the southern five tribes, the Fire Clan possessed the most ancient inheritance of Sword Saint techniques, ensuring that a considerable number of experts appeared in every generation.
The Earth Tribe had the finest earth priests and the most abundant food resources to rely on.
The Blackwater Tribe had