Chapter 460: Disputes Within the Tribe

After Irelia left, the forest returned to its former tranquility.

Birds sang happily, flowers bloomed, and the forest was full of natural breath.

Not far away, in the Tubtai tribe.

"We should respond to the Order of the Balance. If Swain dares to come, we will work together to kill him."

In the central tree house, Morihei, wearing a warrior's uniform, shouted loudly.

Opposite him, a man with a striking leopard print on his face, Golmud snorted coldly:

"Kill? Just rely on your weak knife?"

"Is my knife not good? I am not like someone who doesn't even have the courage to show his claws."

Morihei slapped the knife on the table and directly hit back.

He had long been fed up with these Vastaya people. They were a group of bastards and were not worthy of getting along with them, the Ionians, on an equal footing.

"Do you want to use your broken knife to try my claws?"

There was danger in Golmud's eyes, and sharp claws protruded from the raised leopard claws.

"Don't try to bring the tribe to death. I went to the battlefield myself a few years ago. You don't know how terrible Noxus is!"

"Hehe, we are all human beings. We all have one head, two arms and two legs. How can they be different?" Morihira said disdainfully.

Although he had not been to the battlefield like Golmud, he did not think that Noxus was that strong.

The main reason was that he did not think Golmud was very strong at all.

Private fighting was prohibited in the tribe. Although he had never fought with Golmud, he was confident that he could cut off the opponent's leopard claws with one knife.

How could the flesh of a beast compare to a weapon forged by humans?

In his opinion, the reason why Golmud was afraid of Noxus was actually because he was afraid of them humans.

"Morihira!"

The old human sitting in the first seat suddenly spoke.

Seeing Morihira shut up and sit up straight, the old man coughed a few times, shook his head and said:

"We must not underestimate the enemy. They have occupied most of the Navoli and Baruo provinces. Noxus is much stronger than us."

"That's because the provinces are not united, and I don't know what these Vastaya people are up to," Morihira muttered.

"Morihira, what do you mean?" Golmud's eyes were full of ferocity.

Not only him, but even the few Vastaya sitting next to him stood up and stared at Morihira.

"The Vastaya over there have all surrendered to Noxus!" Morihira shouted with his neck stiff.

"You!!! We are not them!"

After hearing Morihira's words, although the Vastaya sitting next to Golmud glared at Morihira, their fierceness was less.

"Okay!"

The old man sitting at the top interrupted the argument again, and pressed his hands down:

"Vastayans, Ionians, are all part of our Tubutai. Have you forgotten the oath made by your ancestors?"

The two sides looked at each other, and finally moved away with some displeasure.

The old man sighed slightly when he saw this scene.

He knew that the contradiction was suppressed again, but it was just suppressed.

After Noxus promoted the Vastayans as the orthodox Ionians, he knew that the dispute between the two sides was inevitable.

In the past, relying on the ancestral precepts, the Ionians were the patriarchs and the Vastayans were the elders. This tradition has continued to this day.

But since a few hundred years ago,

the patriarch took advantage of the conflict between the Vastayans and the Order of the Balance to expand the Ionians' voice and made the Ionians elders.

There was an inevitable rift between the Vastayans and the Ionians.

Especially the Order of the Balance, which was the fuse of that incident, was extremely hated by the Vastaya.

The old man knew in his heart that even though Golmud had been on the battlefield against Noxus.

But now, the other party must be more inclined to Noxus in his heart, after all, the Noxian Empire truly recognized the status of the Vastaya.

"Regarding the visit of Swain from Noxus."

The old man turned the topic back to the beginning, paused and continued:

"If they don't come, we don't have to do anything. If he really comes, Golmud and I will go to greet him in person."

"Chief, no!"

After the old man finished speaking, Morihei was the first to express his disagreement.

As the strongest warrior in the tribe, he said anxiously:

"We should go to war with Swain directly!"

"Foolish." Golmud sneered, "If you want to go, don't involve us."

"You are cowards!" Morihei shouted.

"I hope that when thousands of compatriots die because of you, they will not blame you before they die." Golmud sneered.

Hearing this, Sen Ping's excited expression suddenly froze on his face.

Even his waving hands were stuck in place.

"I didn't mean that."

He opened his mouth and defended himself palely.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Obviously, he understood the subtext of the old patriarch and Golmud.

If Swain really came, and he and others attacked him.

No matter whether he succeeded in killing him in the end, no matter what happened to Ionia in the end, their tribe would be buried with him.

Although Sen Ping didn't think their tribe would lose, he couldn't bear the responsibility of countless comrades dying in vain because of his stupid behavior.

His hands fell weakly, and he slowly sat back in his seat.

"Golmud, you should have no objection, right?" The old patriarch looked at Golmud.

"I have no objection, as long as Noxus doesn't mind that I've been on the battlefield." Golmud responded readily.

"That's good."

The old patriarch nodded seriously and turned his head to Senping:

"Once Swain comes to us, I need you to restrain yourself."

"I'll try my best," Senping said with a guilty conscience.

He understood what the old man meant, but he could only say that he tried his best.

Even he couldn't help wanting to fight Swain, and he might not be able to control the rest.

"Just do your best. If he doesn't come to cause trouble, he won't mind these. If he really comes to cause trouble, the worst that can happen is that both sides will die." The old man said lightly.

The old man opened his eyes slightly, and for the first time showed the majesty of the patriarch of a large tribe.

"Understood!"

The elders present responded one after another, bringing this conversation to an end.

A few days later, in the Council Hall of Port Ryan.

"One piece of information has made the Kuzan area look like a threat. This is the power of Noxus."

Yongen smiled self-deprecatingly after reading the intelligence that Swain asked him to see.

Just the news from Swain made the Kuzan region feel that chaos was about to break out. This kind of oppression could only be found in Noxus.

"Sir, are you still going to go? They are showing signs of wanting you to be buried." Yongen asked.

There was intelligence from the Kuzan region that Irelia was moving around frequently, the Spirit of Nature was ready to go, and the Order of the Balance was firmly on the mountain.

He didn't think Swain would die there, but the situation was already clear.

This time, Swain's visit to the Tubtai tribe was likely to result in a full-scale war.

Swain's mouth curled up slightly, and his voice was calm:

"Why not go? If they really dare to come, I will still admire them."