"Not well. A large number of our tribesmen have been injured or killed. The Steel Elephant Race was already smaller than the Flame Boars in number. If this continues, the consequences will be hard to predict." Chief Gang Long rubbed the bridge of his nose, his tone filled with helplessness.
While he was powerful, the Flame Boars were by no means inferior. The high-tier combatants on both sides served as a deterrent and couldn't be deployed lightly. The lives being lost now were mostly those of our mid- and low-level tribesmen.
'The war between the Steel Elephants and the Flame Boars,' Han Ning figured, 'is really a conflict fought by the low and mid-level Beast Masters. If one side's Beast Masters gain the upper hand and annihilate the other, the weaker party will eventually be forced to the negotiating table.'
