"Together? What do you mean?" Daba asked in confusion, seemingly unable to understand.
Under Blade Tusk's influence, the Tusk Tribe's language had almost completely lost its most primitive form.
Even when he first introduced Chinese, he had kept some of the tribe's original words. But over the years, through constant exposure and the trolls' admiration of strength, those words had been replaced by Chinese synonyms that Blade Tusk used without thinking.
Fortunately, Primitive Troll Language was simple enough that, after thinking it over carefully, Blade Tusk could keep their conversation from turning into a complete misunderstanding.
"Tusk Tribe, Finae Tribe, become one."
"Strong?"
"Strong." Blade Tusk nodded firmly.
"Eat full?"
"Eat full! Those trolls." Blade Tusk pointed to the orderly ranks not far behind him. "Tribe, have, three times as many."
Daba's eyes brightened slightly. He seemed tempted.
"Those..." Blade Tusk pointed to the two accompanying witch doctors, then held up nine fingers. "Have this many!"
At that, the Old Witch Doctor, who had been listening to their conversation the whole time, immediately changed expression.
Daba began to waver too. On one side was the livelihood of his people; on the other was his own position...
"Daba, come." The Old Witch Doctor called to him from behind, then nodded at Blade Tusk as if to apologize.
Daba wasn't nearly as polite as the Old Witch Doctor. He didn't give it much thought and simply turned and walked over.
The Old Witch Doctor gave Blade Tusk another apologetic smile, then began murmuring to Daba.
"Together, good!"
Daba, who had been hesitating, grew anxious after the witch doctor's advice.
To claim this position, he had first beaten the old chieftain to death, then killed several challengers. Only then had he managed to take his seat.
If they merged just like that, his