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Sunlight streamed down from the sky. Seen from above, dark specks dotted the green earth, forming a long, wormlike line. A closer look would reveal that this long line consisted entirely of humans.
These humans followed one after another, supporting each other as they headed north, while armed soldiers escorted them. The Hauge Tribe's migration had already begun. Rex was not one to drag his feet. On the contrary, he acted swiftly and decisively.
After capturing the Hauge Tribe, he wasted no time and immediately began counting its people. Through his interrogations, Rex had learned everything about the tribe's population and its other circumstances.
The person cooperating with Rex now was an old man, one of the Hauge Tribe's leaders. Normally, Rex would not have accepted someone of his standing, because such people meant trouble. This time, however, things were different. The Hauge Tribe had far too many people, and Rex had far too few. There was simply no alternative. To keep trouble from breaking out within the Hauge Tribe, Rex needed cooperation from its own leaders.
Thus, Rex had kept this old man around, taking his age into account. He did not have many years left to live. In human society at this time, anyone who lived to fifty was already considered long-lived. This man had already reached fifty and would not last much longer.
With someone cooperating, handling the Hauge Tribe's affairs became noticeably more efficient. Its people had felt uneasy about Rex's arrangements, so things had been moving rather slowly. With the old man involved, however, it was different.
They naturally felt closer to someone from their own tribe and were more willing to obey him.
After dealing with the Hauge Tribe's affairs that day, Rex began the