"What? Where are we under attack?"
Shen Tang sprang to her feet and looked at Ning Yan.
The other officials also turned their heads.
Ning Yan steadied her breathing. "Nanyu County."
Shen Tang's expression darkened, her lips pressing into a thin line. Two years of recuperation had left her with less of her former edge and more of a gentle, humble air. But at that moment, the icy Killing Intent blazing in her eyes was even fiercer than before. "Those dogs from the Ten Crows?"
With Longwu Commandery under attack, the Ten Crows were the first suspects. But Shen Tang reconsidered. According to the intelligence Yu Zi and the others had sent back from the Ten Crows, the region was now fractured, with nearly eighty percent of the mid-sized and smaller tribes standing against the great tribes.
The two sides were at each other's throats over water, food, mineral deposits, military power, and even who had the right to call themselves the true Ten Crows. Once invincible, the Ten Crows' royal court had become a hollow shell after Su Shi Yilu led his tribe to break away. The two sides were now irreconcilable enemies.
The Ten Crows' slaves had taken advantage of the chaos and risen with the tide. They were numerous, but they had one fatal weakness: they were all ordinary people.
They had no means of standing against tribal forces with supernatural abilities. But as the mastermind behind the scenes, how could Shen Tang pass up the chance to fan the flames? They might be weak, ordinary people, but they weren't without a powerful trump card!
They could wield "faith" as a weapon.
They spread tales of their ancestors far and wide.
They gave the people of tribes trapped in the flames of war something to cling to.