They were relics of the Matallost Church he could use to win in the battle against the Embinyu Church. The battle’s conditions would change greatly depending on the relics’ use.
* * *
That night, Weed arrived at the village of the first alliance tribe of the Matallost Church, Vejague.
The tribesmen were closer to monsters than humans. They only had few strands of hair left, with their mouths were jutting out. They were also holding spears as weapons.
Weed and Smith were surrounded by the Warriors of the tribe at the village entrance.
“As an agent of the Matallost Church, I have come to request reinforcements.”
Weed broadened his chest and spoke with pride.
Among the Vejague tribal Warriors who were murmuring amongst themselves, a muscular male with tattoos all over his body came forward.
“If you are an agent of the Matallost Church, you are our brother. Welcome, visitor. Could you please clearly state your business again about why you came to us?”
“I have come to request reinforcements to fight against the Embinyu Church.”
The Warrior who came to meet Weed stabbed his spear into the ground.
“The Embinyu Church is strong. We don’t like their actions either, but why should our tribe shed blood for your sake?”
Weed quickly glanced around.
A perfectly gifted conversationalist doesn’t exist. It was important to survey with his own eyes. No matter how good words were, they would be nothing but nonsense to break the atmosphere if they didn’t match the situation!
The Warriors were robust and their gazes were piercing. They had no qualms an uninvited guest had arrived, and they didn’t have cringing expressions.
There were many prey such as Caltrops and Black Wild Boars hanging above their village.
“I would like to meet the representative of the Vejague tribe. Can you represent the Vejague tribe?”
“I am a mighty Warrior. While hunting fierce and strong beasts, I am the strongest in the tribe. I am enough to represent our tribe.”
Weed explained in a slightly softer tone, “The mighty Warrior of the Vejague tribe has called me his brother. The reason you are listening to such a request is because you are among those who share difficulties with the neighbors and brothers living next to you. If a brother was to break a promise because it was difficult, the Matallost Church and the Vejague tribe would not be brothers.”
Warriors nodded energetically.
“Brothers will win this together in spite of any difficulty. We, the Vejague tribe, will fight together with the Matallost Church.”
“WHOAAA!”
The Warriors of the tribe shouted as they raised their spears high into the air and shook them.
Success in winning over the first tribe of the alliance!
Alliance of the Deliverers.
The Vejague tribe who hunts in the River of Lamentation has joined.
The negotiator’s Fame has increased by 100.
Charm has increased by 50.
The Mighty warrior said, “Unlike the our Vejague tribe, the other two tribes will not be easy to win over. Although they value the promise, and brotherly loyalty equals to ours, each tribe has its own circumstances. In order to fight the Embinyu Church, we will definitely need the strength of the two tribes, especially the Salmere tribe.”
* * *
Weed rode Yellowy and moved on to the location of the next tribe.
Slowly. The very slow gait of a cow.
The Vejague tribe promised.
When the 3 tribes gather, we will attack the Embinyu Church. We will help in destroying their fortress and freeing the survivors of the Matallost Church.