As their numbers grew and their power expanded, would they still be content with a single grassland?
Why should humans occupy such vast lands while they had to huddle within one stretch of grassland, alongside so many different Mutant Creatures?
Even on this grassland, humans occupied one-third of the land. Only two-thirds had been left to them.
This was the gap in strength and intelligence. They acknowledged that.
But now, was this not their opportunity as well?
That was why they had come here, turning their eyes toward that powerful human and the city that belonged to humanity.
If their plan succeeded, the grassland would belong entirely to them, rather than being jointly owned by them and humans.
Although they would still have to battle and slaughter different Mutant Creature tribes in the future to seize more territory and build greater power across the grassland, that would be an internal matter, with nothing to do with humanity.
They were clearly different races, yet at this moment, they regarded humanity as their common enemy.
Compared to the threats posed by other Mutated Beast tribes, humanity was simply too powerful—so powerful that they had no hope of victory unless they joined forces.
Such a powerful enemy should not remain in this struggle. It had to be eliminated first.
Yet precisely because humanity was so powerful, even if they united, they could not commit all their strength. They had to preserve enough of their own forces to ensure they would not be destroyed.
If their tribes were wiped out, then even if the human city was destroyed and that powerful human was killed, it would do them no good.
They had never heard the tale of the snipe and clam battling while the fisherman reaped the reward. But ever since they had been