The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 143 - Seven Cunning Seizure

Chapter 143: Chapter Seven: Cunning Seizure

Chapter 143 -Seven: Cunning Seizure

“Is it you?!” The surprised Mountain Language inquiry drew Komer’s attention to an arriving officer, whose exceptionally sturdy build even among barbarians was fronted by a firm and decisive appearance masked beneath the astonishment. The massive broad-back blade wrapped in a cloth at his waist obviously required immense arm strength to wield, a heavy weapon only dared used by the strongest. The dark and faintly glowing edge was clearly forged from high-quality cold iron, far superior to the weapons held in the hands of the barbarian soldiers nearby.

Komer and Ylot’s gazes lingered on the man’s somewhat kindly face for a long while. It was evident that he recognized both Komer and Ylot. In the brief time since their return from exile, except for the barbarians accidentally encountered in taverns, no others came to mind for reference. Eventually, Komer and Ylot managed to recall some vague impressions from the man’s face, appearing to be one of the companions of the leading barbarian man that day. Although he had not spoken, Komer still faintly remembered him.

“Why are you here? Why have you trespassed into our territory?” Though the question still carried a tone of interrogation, it was clear the man’s voice was much friendlier now, and he seemed to have considerable status and prestige among the barbarians. With just a wave of his hand, several barbarian soldiers immediately and respectfully lowered their weapons, which had been aimed at the two all the while. Though they remained vigilant, the intense animosity in their eyes had dissipated considerably.

“Hehe, I forgot to ask your names the other day, and I don’t know how to address you? My name is Komer, and this is Ylot. We came here this time because we discovered ogres near my territory, posing a significant threat to the citizens within. As their lord, I must find a way to ensure the safety of those in my lands, so my friend and I came to find a solution. When we heard the howling of ogres, we followed the sound here,” explained Komer politely, presenting his and Ylot’s background and their reason for coming. At the man’s indicating gaze, Komer suddenly realized to search his waist pocket for the Chain Bead left by the barbarian man that day.

As soon as the unremarkable Chain Bead fell into the view of the barbarian warriors surrounding Komer and Ylot, any hostility on the faces of the barbarians vanished completely, replaced by immense respect and a sense of closeness. The barbarian man, who had once had a brief encounter with them, finally showed a smile on his face.

“Oh? You may call me Wollin. You are our new neighbor, the new lord of Caucasus?” With surprise apparent in his expression, the robust man obviously wasn’t adept at concealing his thoughts as a look of reassurance spread across his face, “So, does this mean that the many mortals active in that area are under your arrangement?”

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Komer nodded with a smile. Barbarians might seem inept in the affairs of mortals, but in reality, they were not as rigidly conservative and narrow-minded as mortals imagined, their historical isolation in the Southern Wastelands being the culprit. Mortals who believed themselves to be superior inhabitants of the Continent had an innate aversion to barbarians, who appeared too formidable for comfort. This led to the barbarians’ difficulty in integrating into Mortal Society, compounded by their inherent pride preventing them from groveling to less robust mortals. Thus, barbarians remained outsiders in the dominant mortal world on the Continent, whereas other races closer in appearance and customs to mortals, such as half-elves, dwarves, half-beastmen, elves, and even shark people, were considered anomalies but managed to coexist harmoniously with them.

The fact that news of a new master in the northern territories had spread so quickly indicated that barbarians were not ignorant of the outer world. Although it seemed they had little contact, Komer was sure that at Caucasus, even at Ugru, barbarians had their sources of information.

“Yes, who would have thought that after parting at Cyprus, we’d meet here again. Fate truly has ways of bringing people together over great distances. May I ask how your chieftain has been since we last met?” Komer said, his face brimming with sincerity. He knew the barbarians harbored deep resentment towards mortals, and while he had assisted them in Cyprus, that didn’t mean they accepted him, especially now that he had appeared as the lord of Caucasus. It was still uncertain how they would view him and winning their approval would be a long journey.

“Thank you for your concern, Lordship. Our great chieftain is doing well.” The dry response came across as somewhat impolite, but the muscular man was clearly struggling to find the right words to maintain distance, resorting to a cool tone to demonstrate that their relationship was not as close as implied, “Lordship, as neighbors, we’d like to ask why so many mortals have entered this area, all armed with a variety of weapons. What is their purpose?”

Komer came to a realization; no wonder when they had arrived at Bahomon days ago, reports had already spread of barbarian sightings in the region. It was apparent that barbarians were extremely cautious of mortals, so sensitive to even his movements within his own territory.