Caesar could imagine that Gar spoke for the vast majority of the beastmen. They were filled with anger toward humans, believing these greedy little creatures had ruined their gradually improving lives. So even after suffering such devastating losses, the Stone Crow Clan refused to retreat even half a step, gritting their teeth and trying to carry this war through.
Their saying was indeed true: beastmen's heads were harder and tougher than even a Thick-headed Dragon's skull.
However, if they truly followed Gar's plan and continued this war, the Stone Crow Clan would have no fate but destruction. Caesar shook his head without replying, instead turning to the old shaman. "What do you think?"
Although the black dragon now possessed the ability and status to command the Stone Crow Clan, Sifu remained the tribe's true leader. Even if only for appearances' sake, Caesar had to ask the old chieftain what he intended to do.
Besides, Caesar felt sincere respect for the shaman who had once taught him knowledge.
"I do not wish to continue the war."
Sifu glanced at the disgruntled Gar and decisively shook his head. "That army has the support of the Northern Kingdoms, while we have nothing."
"Even if we win this war, we gain nothing. And if we lose, our deaths are no great loss, but I fear not a single newborn in the tribe will survive."
Sifu stared at Gar, his eyes full of rebuke. "The Stone Crow Clan will perish because of your recklessness."
Though his words seemed to be a warning to Gar, he was actually stating his position to Caesar. The old shaman saw things clearly. The Stone Crow Tribe was only a small clan; they had no means of sustaining themselves through war. As the conflict continued, the tribe would only wither