The Centaur Tribe had come to Saine with a request, naturally because of the war gains to be reaped from the aftermath of Wild Gorilla World.
This Centaur Tribe had come bearing the demands of the Level-4 Centaur God behind them.
Even the many Holy Towers and Knights' Halls of the Wizard World could scarcely suppress their urge to carve up this Mid-Level World civilization. How could the ever-impoverished Centaur World possibly remain unmoved?
The Maya Tribe at least knew its own measure. If they approached Luluenman with their own assets, the tower master of Azure Source Holy Tower probably would not even spare them a glance—not even the Centaur God behind them.
The homeland powerhouses of the Wizard World had always carried a sense of pride and rejection toward Alien Creatures.
It was the confidence brought by an incomparably powerful civilization.
It was the aloofness and disdain born of absolute strength.
During the previous Plane War, Luluenman had reached a cooperation agreement with this sizable Centaur Tribe only because her own strength had been relatively weak.
But this time, the entire Azure Blaze Sect was acting together. Beyond them, a host of Holy Towers and Knights' Halls from the Flame Conclave, the Gate of Elements, and the regions surrounding Green Source Land were eyeing the prize like tigers.
Under such circumstances, for the Maya Tribe to seek the same status it had held in the previous war was simply a fool dreaming in broad daylight.
Besides, when it came to dividing the interests of nearly a hundred planes, what did a single Maya Tribe amount to?
They merely needed to make a good haul of war fortune in this unprecedentedly vast war, and their tribe would already be raking it in hand over fist.
The Level-4 god behind them,