The moment Tribe Chief Calthar dropped dead, the alliance was broken.
"The chief is dead, run."
Without any hesitation, the soldiers still alive decided to run for their dear lives. The fact that they lost even before the battle began was clear as day to them, so they did not need a second opinion from anyone to tell them they were fucked.
Kent turned and looked in the direction where Tribe Chief Malthar was facing the tribe chief of the Dreadclaw tribe.
"Looks like they indeed are the strongest. I'd better make them even stronger now so they can help me in the future," Kent said, watching as the silver panther was now bathed in red.
Kent couldn't help shaking his head.
He turned toward the direction of Elder Farra and saw that the old woman had her whip around the neck of her opponent. With a quick pull, his head came off, landing on the floor with a thud.
Then something unique happened.
