"Second, Chieftain Cloudsplitter will contact every force he can reach and submit our intention to sell our tribal lands to the main city. As long as the price is right, any of our territory will be available for sale..."
An uproar erupted.
"What? Sell our territory?!"
"Our tribe already has so little land that it can't even feed us, and we're going to sell more?!"
"Every inch of land is steeped in our ancestors' blood and lives. We must yield not an inch! How can we sell it?!"
"Did I hear that right? We're selling tribal territory?"
"Is this the High Priest's idea, or the old priest's command?"
"The old priest poured his heart's blood into a century of planning just to sell our land? Are we really going to relocate our tribe?"
One remark stirred a thousand waves-he would not rest until his words shook everyone!
When Xiao Ying announced the first point, the Black Tower Clan members had assumed it was a strategy to ease the tribe's burdens by spreading rumors. After all, he had explicitly said there was no need to explain whether they were true or false.
The second point instantly unleashed a tidal wave of objections. The Black Tower Clan members gesticulated and shouted, no longer caring about the High Priest's authority!
"Silence!"
"Si... lence..."
Having anticipated this storm of debate, Xiao Ying connected with the Totem Pillar and drew on Totem Power to deliver a deep shout. Like morning bells and evening drums, his voice reverberated through the clansmen's minds, stilling the atmosphere and silencing everyone.
Territory was vital to every barbarian tribe, because its resources were the primary source of the tribe's livelihood: demonic beasts, timber, stone, fish and shrimp from rivers, sea beasts, and so forth. Otherwise, all their necessities would