The actions of Kaf, the Gravel Tribe leader, were naturally observed by Lynd. Although the surroundings were a bit noisy, he could still barely hear Kaf's instructions to his subordinates, understanding that Wenda should have been locked up.
Seeing this, Lynd had no intention of waiting for the worship ceremony to finish, because he knew very well that these ceremonies normally took over an hour to conclude, so he transmitted an order to Honor.
Upon receiving the order, Honor, who had been crouching, stood up and let out a low growl at the shaman who was conducting the worship ceremony. Then, she turned and walked to Lynd's side, and under the gaze of the shaman and others, she affectionately leaned her head against Lynd.
Those who believed in the Old Gods and witnessed this scene were stunned. They had tried to get close to Honor before, but no matter who attempted to approach Honor, they would be threatened by her, even the tribal shaman. Yet, their worshipped deity was now showing such a close attitude towards a knight from the lowlands, which truly made them feel incredible.
"Nymeria, begin!" Lynd felt the atmosphere was about right, so he signaled Nymeria.
Nymeria rode forward two steps, positioning herself at the very front of the group. At the same time, her two female attendants stepped out from her left and right, and loudly declared to the Gravel Tribe ahead, "People of the Gravel Tribe, before you is Lady Nymeria Footly, the Lady of Tumbleton, and also the owner of the land beneath your feet. Where are the leader and shaman of the Gravel Tribe? Step forward now and meet your master."
While the female attendant was introducing Nymeria, Lynd's personal guards, under his instruction, spread out to both sides, simultaneously taking out their short bows and holding them in their hands. On the other side, Nymeria's Earl's guard also dispersed in an orderly fashion around Nymeria and Lynd, guarding them in the center, ready to block any potential attacks for them.
"We, the Gravel Tribe, are all free people; we have no master." Kaf, the Gravel Tribe leader, couldn't help but roar loudly after hearing the female attendant's introduction. He then led his people out and came before Lynd and his group. He looked at Nymeria, then turned his head to Lynd and said, "I know you, Bear Hunter Lynd. I heard you are the Seven Kingdoms' greatest swordsman."
Lynd ignored the greeting and directly asked, "Where is Wenda?"
Kafu, the Gravel Tribe leader, changed his expression slightly, about to explain Wenda's situation, but someone behind him shouted, "That traitorous bitch is dead! We've already butchered and eaten her! Her meat is still in the pot right now, do you want a share? Damn lowlanders!"
Lynd knew Wenda's situation and naturally ignored the person's words, but Nymeria did not. She had gotten along very well with Wenda during this time, their relationship like sisters. Hearing that Wenda had been harmed, her anger immediately flared up. Without thinking much, she directly pulled out the great axe from her saddle and flung it at the person who spoke.
The great axe spun in the air, directly striking the person. The immense force not only split the person from shoulder to chest but also carried the corpse flying, knocking down several people before it landed on the ground.
The moment Nymeria flung the axe, she also spurred her horse forward, reaching the corpse as it fell to the ground and pulling out the great axe.
Immediately, the surrounding people, seeing someone had made a move, didn't think much and all took up their weapons, attacking Nymeria.
Nymeria was equally decisive; her great axe flew, chopping horizontally and vertically, effortlessly dispatching three charging tribal warriors. Another tribal warrior who rushed forward was grabbed by the throat, and with a squeeze, she snapped his neck.
The people around instantly quieted down. Those who had picked up their weapons, ready to attack Nymeria, also stopped in their tracks.
Nymeria casually threw the corpse to the ground, then rode her horse back to Lynd's side and quietly asked, "I think I was impulsive just now. Wenda isn't dead, is she?"
"Probably not. To completely dismember, cook, and eat someone as big as Wenda, fifteen minutes wouldn't be enough," Lynd analyzed for Nymeria from a different perspective.
Nymeria wiped the blood from her face, shrugged, and said nothing more.
Lynd turned to the enraged Kaf and said, "Gravel Tribe leader, that is the price of speaking incorrectly. You must think carefully about what you say, otherwise, you will only find death."
"Are you threatening me, Bear Hunter?" Kaf glared at Lynd, then turned and shouted loudly to the people of the Gravel Tribe, "Are we, the Gravel Tribe, afraid of threats? Tell me loudly, are we afraid?"
At this moment, the people of the Gravel Tribe should have shouted in unison, and the morale that had just been dampened by Nymeria would have returned to its peak.
But just as Kaf's voice fell, Honor let out an extremely loud roar that scared all the surrounding animals into scattering. Those who were about to shout in cooperation with their leader were all so startled that they swallowed their shouts. Everyone fell silent, making Kaf, the Gravel Tribe leader, look like a clumsy clown who had put on his best performance but received no applause.
"Leader of the Gravel Tribe, I am not threatening you; I am merely stating a fact." Lynd rode forward a few steps, coming before Kaf, the Gravel Tribe leader, then loudly declared to the Gravel Tribe members who were still stunned by the roar, "The Lady Nymeria and I have only one purpose: to make the entire Gravel Tribe citizens of Tumbleton."
"We don't need a master, we live very well!" Someone shouted in rebuttal.
"Whether you need a master or live well, we don't care. I'm just telling you what we are going to do, and you only have one chance," Lynd said, looking coldly at the people of the Gravel Tribe. "If you give up this chance, then the next time we come, we will only bring you death."
"Our tribe has a thousand warriors, we can kill you right now!" Kaf, the Gravel Tribe leader, also recovered from his embarrassment and shouted loudly.
"Yes! We have a thousand warriors, we are not afraid of you lowlanders!" Someone in the crowd immediately responded, and their morale seemed to start recovering again.
"A thousand warriors!" Lynd scoffed, then dismounted directly and walked to Kaf, the Gravel Tribe leader, saying, "I stand right here. Your Gravel Tribe can send a thousand warriors to duel me. As long as you can kill me in the duel, then Lady Nymeria will acknowledge that this land is yours and will never drive you away. But if I kill your thousand warriors in the duel, then... it seems you have no other choice. How about it, do you dare to gamble with me? This duel, no matter how you look at it, you are completely in a favorable position. Don't you even dare to do this?"
Facing Lynd's provocation, none of the Gravel Tribe people spoke, even those who had shouted the loudest earlier fell silent.
Kaf, the Gravel Tribe leader, knew Lynd's identity and had heard of his reputation. He naturally knew that Lynd had almost achieved the feat of killing a hundred people in a team Tournament, and those hundred people were all experienced warriors.
Facing such a powerful person, he felt that even if the Gravel Tribe had a thousand people, it probably wouldn't be enough for him to kill.
Just as the surroundings fell silent, the shaman, who had not spoken since the beginning, suddenly asked, "What benefits do we get from becoming citizens of Tumbleton?"
"Grandma Viz, are you crazy! How dare you..." Kaf suddenly turned his head, glaring at the old shaman and questioning her.
But before Kaf's question could be fully uttered, the old shaman calmly said, "Can you escape the fangs of the Shadow of Death?"
Kaf was stumped. With a hint of fear in his eyes, he looked at Honor not far away. He wanted to say he could, but he knew very well that if that giant beast wanted to kill him, even if he hid in his cave, protected by others, he would still die, just like the leader of the Dan family in the tribe.
The old shaman then turned to everyone present and asked, "What about you? Can you escape the reaping of the Shadow of Death?"
Everyone present fell silent. The shock, fear, and reverence Honor had brought them recently were too intense, so intense that once anything involving Honor came up, they couldn't muster any resistance.
The old shaman then turned back to Kaf and said, "Since that's the case, what are you still holding onto? Do you really want the entire tribe to become piles of white bones before you are willing to let go of your power?"
Hearing the old shaman's words, Kaf seemed to realize something. He turned to the old shaman and asked, "Did you see something?"
The old shaman did not answer, only looked at Lynd and Honor, who had already walked to Lynd's side.
At this moment, Wenda emerged from the crowd, showing no signs of distress. It seemed she held a certain status within the Gravel Tribe; even when captured, no one dared to do anything to her.
"Lady, Lynd, I apologize for making you worry." Wenda bowed to Nymeria and Lynd respectively.
Lynd, who already knew Wenda's situation, merely nodded slightly in response.
"It's good that you're alright," Nymeria said with a smile, though the bloodstains on her made her appear less friendly.
Wenda then turned to Kaf, the Gravel Tribe leader, and said, "This is not the place to talk. Let's go to the Stone Hall! Call all the family leaders of the tribe. This is not something you alone can decide, Kaf."
Kaf wanted to retort but didn't know how. He could only glare at Wenda, then turned and stomped back into the tribe.
The old shaman did not press further about the treatment they would receive as citizens. After bowing to Lynd and Nymeria, she walked to Honor and bowed to her as well, then led her people back into the tribe.
At this time, some people also came out from inside the tribe and tidied up the few individuals Nymeria had just dealt with. As they cleared the bodies, they occasionally looked at Nymeria, but their gaze held no hatred; instead, it was filled with awe.
Although it couldn't compare to the shock brought by Honor, Nymeria had dispatched four or five tribal warriors in plain sight with just a few moves. Such formidable martial prowess was something they had never witnessed, which caused some of the more strength-worshipping individuals in the tribe to involuntarily develop a sense of reverence for Nymeria, and subconsciously felt that even becoming a subordinate of such a powerful warrior like Nymeria was not unacceptable.
Wenda knew that the worst was over, and that the complete subjugation of the Gravel Tribe would not be a major problem going forward.
She let out a slight sigh of relief in her heart, turned to Lynd, and said, "I never imagined that your way of subduing the Gravel Tribe would be so tough, so direct?"
"This is the Savage Tribes," Lynd replied.
Wenda naturally understood Lynd's unspoken meaning and couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. Then she turned to Nymeria and said, "Lady Nymeria, you stay outside for a while. Lynd and I will go in..."
Nymeria rejected Wenda's suggestion, stating in an unyielding tone, "No, I must go in. They are becoming citizens of my Tumbleton; I must personally participate in this matter."
Lynd said nothing. He didn't think there would be any danger entering the Gravel Tribe, and even if there were, he wasn't worried about Nymeria's safety. From Nymeria's performance just now, it was clear that there was probably no one in the Gravel Tribe who could threaten her. Even if it came to a fight, Lynd wouldn't have to worry about Nymeria and could fight without restraint.
Afterward, Lynd instructed his personal guards to remain outside the tribe but to stay vigilant. Although he felt that things wouldn't change much and that subduing the Gravel Tribe was a foregone conclusion, circumstances are unpredictable, and until the very last moment, who can be absolutely certain?
Although Nymeria also didn't want the guard to accompany her into the Gravel Tribe, Lynd and Wenda both advised her not to take such a risk, which made her change her mind.
After making their decision, the group entered the Gravel Tribe, with Honor following alongside.
It was interesting that on their way to the Gravel Tribe's council hall, many ordinary people of the Gravel Tribe looked at them with fear, or more accurately, at Honor. Many of them even knelt and bowed to Honor by the roadside, and those around them didn't find anything wrong with it.
"This is the first time I've felt my prestige is inferior to a beast?" Nymeria couldn't help but mock herself after noticing this scene.
"Honor is no ordinary beast." Lynd smiled and reached out to stroke Honor's head. The moment he stroked Honor's head, all those who witnessed the action gasped in admiration and looked at Lynd with an indescribably complex expression.
Lynd momentarily felt that his action of stroking Honor just now was a very foolish one.
Fortunately, this path was not very long. After crossing several steps, they arrived at a stone house built beneath a protruding rock, using the rock as its roof.
When they entered the house, a dozen people were already seated. Everyone's gaze immediately fell upon Honor, as if Honor was the one who had initiated this tribal meeting.
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