Chapter 728 - Return With Evil Intentions

"It's unfortunate, but we have waited a day, and the person has not come out. Chances are, the person is dead. The Revered Wind Tribe cannot afford to waste any more time. Thus, we will be leaving. What about the Crimsonfog Tribe?"

Chief Darkwind sought Chief Baskara's opinion after giving his statement to leave. 

The secret realm was a rare opportunity to ascend to the top of the world and rule over the various tribes on the Infertile Plains. 

If the Crimsonfog Tribe is wise, they will also leave to look for opportunities elsewhere instead of wasting time on a dead person.

Although Chief Darkwind's message was clear, Chief Baskara did not answer immediately. 

Instead, he glanced over to Aria and Darlene's side. Evidently, they did not seem to have any intention of leaving without Young Master Leonhardt.

"What do you think, Venerable Shaman?" Chief Baskara turned to the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman. 

After contemplating for a moment, the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman said, "Although I trust Young Master Leonhardt, it is also true that our time in the secret realm is limited."

"With that said, I have decided to stay behind and wait for Young Master Leonhardt with Miss Aria and Darlene. You, however, should leave and look for other opportunities to improve the tribe's strength with the rest of the tribesmen."

"I see. It seems this is the best choice, given this situation." Chief Baskara nodded with approval of the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman's arrangement. "I will lead the tribesmen to look for other opportunities."

"Be careful of the demons," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman reminded after they decided on a meeting point to regroup within two days' time.

Shortly after, the Revered Wind Tribe bid farewell and departed the forest with Chief Baskara's group. 

"Without any Battle Kings, our strengths are likely insufficient to compete with the demon gathering in the east. Thus, we will head north to look for opportunities and join with others along the way. What will Chief Baskara do?"

Chief Darkwind shortly inquired after the two groups exited the forest together. 

"To avoid conflict of interests in the divide of the spoils and inheritances, I will lead my tribe further northeast to look for lucky chances," Chief Baskara stated. 

Although this choice would bring them closer to the demon's gathering location, it would also allow them to scout the demon's activities. 

After all, it was better to trust their own pair of eyes than trust the words of another tribe, who could turn on them at any point.

"Very well. I suppose that is for the best," Chief Darkwind nodded before cupping his fist. "I bid you good luck on your journey. May we meet again." 

"May we meet again," Chief Baskara returned the gesture. 

Not long after Chief Baskara's group left ahead, a Revered Wind Tribesman muttered grudgingly, "After lending them a hand and even losing a couple of good warriors, they still don't trust us."

"Right? How ungrateful of them. This is why we don't get along with those southerners," another tribesman added before turning to their chief. "Are we really going to leave like this, Chief?"

"It's a pity if we just leave like this without even trying…" Chief Darkwind muttered with a contemplative look. 

"It was said that the Battle God rose to power after gaining the inheritance from a Demon Lord-level Tomb. If we can acquire the inheritance of the Demon King-level Tomb, wouldn't we become the new overlord of the plains?"

It was worth the risk, everyone thought.

"Even if we are not successful, we can grab those girls to comfort us. Hehehe, I don't know why they were brought here, but they'll need a new man to protect them," a Revered Wind Tribesman spoke lewdly with lustful intentions.

Several tribe members began to share the same thought. 

Whether it was the woman with tanned skin or the one with uncommon fair skin, they were both considered top-quality beauties.

However, not everyone was depraved like them.

"They might not be warriors, but they wield strange powers like shamans. Especially that woman with fair skin. Even I feel threatened by her strange power," the strongest person in the group stated. 

"Even someone like you, Venerable Shaman?" 

Chief Darkwind and the other tribesmen were shocked to hear such words from an Extremity-rank Battle Master.

However, a Mid-rank Battle Master's eyes quickly brightened at a sudden thought, "No matter what, she is still a heartbroken girl. If one of us can win her heart, it'll be equivalent to gaining a beauty and an expert."

"…"

The Venerable Shaman was speechless. 

No matter how accomplished this group of tribesmen were back in the tribe, they were still men who could not overcome their primal instincts. 

"Let us head back and check on the situation first," the Venerable Shaman sighed. 

"You all better hide your nefarious thoughts when we get there," Chief Darkwind gave everyone a warning look and reminded them, "Those ladies still had an Extremity-rank Battle Master with them."

"Yes, Chief!"

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Back in the forest, the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman noticed Aria's frown before he inquired, "Is there something troubling you, Miss Aria?"

"I cannot help but feel like the Revered Wind Tribe will come back with ill intentions. It shouldn't have been this easy to send them away when there was a Demon King-level Tomb in front of them," Aria explained. 

Furthermore, women were quite sensitive to people's gazes. 

Whether it was her or Darlene, if they weren't too fixated on Leon's return from the tomb, they would have sensed the lustful gazes directed at them.

Except, those gazes didn't just come from the Revered Wind Tribe alone. 

"Now that Miss Aria mentioned it, this old man believes that the Revered Wind Tribe did not wait a whole day with us out of goodwill. No, they must have been waiting for Young Master Leonhardt to return with the Demon King's inheritance so they can snatch it for themselves."

The One-Eyed Venerable Shaman's expression turned solemn when he arrived at this conclusion. 

"We better be prepared in case they come back," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman seriously stated.

The One-Eyed Venerable Shaman found it strange that Miss Aria did not mention her doubts sooner.. But when he gave it more thought, he realized Miss Aria intended to die if Young Master Leonhardt died in the tomb.