"Congratulations to Lei Mo Bloodhoof on becoming an Elder!"
Lei Mo had just stepped into the Council Hall when the chorus of voices startled him. Dozens of Tauren crowded together, their mass blotting out the sky above him.
With no other choice, Lei Mo floated upward, escaping the feeling of a cloud pressing down on him.
He couldn't help grumbling inwardly. What's going on? Are we not having a meeting?
"Every newly promoted elder gets this surprise, haha. Don't mind us. We're just following tradition. Whether it's a pleasant surprise or a nasty shock is none of our concern!"
A huge, muscular Tauren with dark skin boomed with laughter.
"Uh—"
Lei Mo was truly speechless. He wondered if this was some nasty prank left behind by the eight Ancestors!
"Elders! I have something to report!"
Not wanting to waste time, Lei Mo got straight to the point.
"I was traveling through human territory and was lucky enough to break through to the Saint Realm. I returned to Bloodhoof to visit a friend, only to find that the Bloodhoof Tribe had been wiped out!"
"After investigating, I learned that the attack had been carried out by an organization called the Fang Tribe. Its backers are unknown."
Lei Mo's account gave a general overview of what had happened to the Bloodhoof Tribe.
"Oh—the Saint Realm is what humans call the level above Level Nine. It's more specific than 'elder rank.'"
"Many tribes have elders of their own, so the terminology is a mess."
Seeing every elder looking at him, Lei Mo assumed that his use of "Saint Realm" had caused some confusion.
"The Fang Tribe?"
Kru Ash repeated the name, his gaze turning distant. Clearly, he had never heard of this organization.
"Apparently, the Fang Tribe is made up of many different