My Kingdom Building Done Right!

Chapter 190: Dreams Of A Hegemon

"Well, that was way easier than I expected," Daedalus said with satisfaction.

"Indeed." Leone nodded. "I was expecting to have a little back and forth with them, but the Orcs are not like those snobby nobles from the Kingdom who like to waste time."

"Indeed. They are a straightforward race." Daedalus agreed. "With their help, we might be able to make it in time."

"Right." Leone nodded.

He had been unconscious for a few days. Plus, because of the issue with the Orcs, he hadn’t found the time to build the houses that would serve as temporary quarters for the tribes visiting him.

But now, things were beginning to fall into place. As long as the caverns were dug on the side of the mountain, the temporary villas for the chieftains would be finished in no time.

"How are the Kobolds taking the news of the alliance?" Leone asked.

"Some of them are upset, but Caius and Titus calmed them down," Daedalus replied. "For now, it will be best if we don’t let those two races meet."

Leone nodded. "Fortunately, their main residence is in the hidden valley. They are also working to build a new path through the mountain from there. As long as we put a wall up to safeguard their homes, they won’t have to deal with the Orcs for the time being."

It was impossible for the animosity of the Kobolds against the Orcs to subside that easily. However, since they weren’t strong enough to fight them, the best they could do was just live away from them.

Leone wasn’t in a hurry to patch their relationship together since the anger in the hearts of the Kobolds was still fresh.

He only hoped that time would heal everything.

When he arrived at the river, he saw Ulric and several warriors of the Aslan Tribe busy chopping trees.

Every time a tree fell down, it would instantly disappear because Daedalus had set this area to be a collection point.

The resources were automatically sent to its pages. Meanwhile, the tree stumps left were dug up by the Dire Bear, Fury, who tossed it to the side, disappearing as well.

A good portion of the space where he wanted to build houses were cleared, so Leone quickly went to work.

Since the three-story houses he had already converted into a blueprint were already in Daedalus’ records, all he needed to do was give the go signal, and the grimoire would build them like magic.

Wooden panels flew into place, constructing houses in less than a minute.

Although they had seen this miracle happen over and over again, the Aslan Tribe was still amazed every time.

Since different tribes would be staying in the same place, Leone made sure that there would be some space between each settlement to give each other a bit of privacy.

He even hung the banners of the different tribes so that they would know which residences they would be staying at when they arrived at the Aslan Tribe’s territory.

Leone had already decided to put the middle-ranked tribes in one place, and the high-ranking tribes in another.

The high-ranking tribes’ temporary quarters would be in the small village where the warriors of the Darkmane Tribe were staying.

Since they were all high-ranking tribes, it was only natural for them to know each other.

This would also put the middle-ranked tribes’ hearts at ease because they weren’t a big fan of socializing with the high-ranking tribes. If anything, being around these big shots made them feel inferior.

While the treatment wasn’t as harsh as the middle-ranked tribes looking down on the low-ranking tribes, there was still a gap that couldn’t be easily crossed due to each other’s current circumstances.

While Leone was busy with his house building projects, Jafar was already on his way back to the Darkmane Tribe.

He was both happy and bitter at the same time after completing his mission. The shaman knew that the price to make the Grimhowl Tribe look the other way would be steep.

However, he didn’t expect it to be THAT steep.

Fortunately, he didn’t know that the Grimhowl Tribe was already planning to take a backseat approach to the conflict between the Aslan Tribe and the Darkmane Tribe.

If Jafar knew that he had paid an enormous price for an already done-deal, he might have coughed out blood and cursed Elder Yun’s entire bloodline!

"I wonder whom Troy will send to deliver the ransom," Jafar muttered. "I hope they’re not as incompetent as his two sons."

Jafar was a busy person. If not for these important tasks where he needed to accomplish it himself, he would have stayed inside his residence and continued with his experiments.

He was very close to a breakthrough. Once he cracked the code that would complete his masterpiece, he believed the Darkmane Tribe would become the Hegemon of the Borderlands.

A ruler above all rulers. The one who would unite all the barbarians under one banner through brute strength and power!

And he... he would be recorded in history as the greatest shaman who ever lived.

Greater than Gundar.

Greater than anyone else!

Jafar knew one thing very well. Victors decided what would be recorded in the history books.

Since that was the case, he would make sure to paint himself as someone who was bigger than life itself.

With these thoughts in mind, the long journey back to the Darkmane Tribe’s territory became more bearable.

Two days later, he finally returned and told Troy everything that happened.

"You did well," Troy replied. "Anyway, that loss will be offset once we take over Grimjaw Mountain. Now that we have one less worry to deal with, we can now pour all our attention into our preparation for war."

Troy clenched his fists because he was now feeling very excited. It had been a while since the Darkmane Tribe had displayed their military might to the other tribes. That being said, this was the perfect opportunity to do so.

But before that, he would need to retrieve his sons first.

Once they were safely brought back to their city, the army of the Darkmane Tribe would march towards the Aslan Tribe.

"Who did you assign to head to meet with that brat Leone?" Jafar asked.

"I sent Ivan," Troy replied. "This trip will also serve as a reconnaissance mission to see just what kind of force we are going to face when we march to Grimjaw Mountain."

"You finally sent someone competent." Jafar smirked.

Ivan was the Commander of the Darkmane Tribe’s Heavy Cavalry.

He was a proud warrior and always stood at the forefront of every battle, surpassing all expectations.

"He left three days ago, so he will soon arrive at the Aslan Tribe," Troy stated.

"Good." Jafar nodded. "Do you have an estimate as to how long it will take our army to prepare?"

"Three weeks," Troy answered. "It will take time for the Head of the Logistics Team to gather enough supplies for the siege. I don’t want a repeat of what happened during the Bloodtusk Tribe’s attempt to raid their camp.

"This time, we will win with overwhelming force and finally rid ourselves of that stain in our history."

Leone was the first exile of Britannia who had managed to give an ultimatum to a high-ranking tribe and actually succeeded.

In order to wash away this humiliation, Troy would personally torture the young man until he begged for death himself.

He was already looking forward to Leone’s defeated expression once he destroyed everything he held sacred.

"Should we use THAT in this war?" Jafar asked. "I think this is a good opportunity to test them out."

"Why not?" Troy smiled faintly. "What better way to test them out than in real battles? However, will they perform well? When I asked last time, you said they’re still incomplete."

"They are incomplete, but they will serve their purpose as cannon fodders," Jafar replied. "With their help, we won’t have to lose valuable manpower in this fight against the Aslan Tribe."

The smile on the chieftain’s face widened. This was indeed good news.

"Very well. From now on, until the preparations are done, I will not disturb you with your experiments," Troy stated. "You’ve done well, Jafar. When this is all over, you may ask for any reward. As long as it is within my power, I will grant it."

"I’ll hold you to that promise, My Chieftain," Jafar bowed. "I will be in my residence. Unless it is absolutely important, please don’t disturb me."

"Alright." Troy nodded.

Jafar then left to return to his experiments, leaving Troy alone in the room.

"Soon."

He closed his eyes, envisioning himself sitting on a throne with the chieftains of the high-ranking tribes kneeling on his feet.

This was a scene he had been wanting to see in reality, and it would soon come into fruition.

All he needed was for Jafar to succeed in his experiments and crush the Aslan Tribe once and for all.

Once that was done, the Darkmane Tribe would rise, and no one, not even Gundar himself, would be able to stop him!