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Chapter 197 Conspiracy (Part 2) Give me some monthly votes~

After the witch doctors had concluded their discussions, Tutun and the other three horn-hoofed species were summoned again and came to the room where the witch doctors were.

Seven witch doctors leaned against the wall hung with several oil lamps, sitting in an arc on high-backed chairs in the dim light of the fire;

Under the light of the lights behind them, their faces, mostly in shadow, looked even more evil and ferocious;

Combined with its huge and strong body, it created great visual pressure on Tutun and the other three horn-hoofed species.

There is a kind of elite bandit group in the North. Its members are all strong individuals from various tribes, and what this room brings to them now is exactly the kind of bad feeling that only a bandit group's lair would have.

"Gudong. Good night, witch doctors and witch doctors." They all swallowed their saliva, and the three horn-hoofed species sent out greetings in dry voices.

"Juya has informed us of your purpose of coming. We would like to hear your plans first."

It was still Gonzalo who spoke, and his relatively soft voice brought some comfort to the nervous moods of the three horned hoof species.

So Tutun responded as a representative,

"Dear Black Forest Councilor, the three of us, as well as the clans we represent, are willing to"

"I already know this, and I will directly tell you your specific plans for this trip."

"I understand. The 17 clans have formed an alliance and are plotting to resist the new order that the shamans are preparing to establish after the war."

Like a warning, what Tutun said was news that seemed unbelievable to the witch doctors.

"Your Excellency, the Witch Doctor, is clear. There are also the Halima clan, Alanya clan, and Shafiya clan who are ranked in the middle. They are actually secretly standing with our three clans. They also followed us and pretended to surrender to the ancestor altar."

Inadvertently, another witch doctor beside him asked lightly.

For example, the word "nature spirit" was definitely the first time for the witch doctors to come into contact with it, but they did not seek an explanation of the meaning of the word, but instead paid further attention to its conceptual meaning.

After saying this more symbolic explanation, the three horn-hoofed species waited anxiously for their verdict.

"Unlike you, true casters who attribute their power to themselves, the shamans' spellcasting is actually a trick."

Under Tutun's grateful gaze, his uncle, who was from his mother's family, spoke out to explain his dilemma.

"Why?"

So, Tutun lowered his gaze in disappointment, and continued to speak in uneasiness,

"And the turmoil among the seventeen clans has also affected the Toulon tribe's implementation of the Black Forest's will."

In order to make what they said more clear, apart from the initial greeting, the witch doctors had authorized that the conversation could be conducted in Toulon;

This language is not difficult for witch doctors. Even if it is a strange word they have never heard of, they can deduce the general meaning from the existing root words.

"What you said is absolutely true. When the shamans are fighting us, they are indeed unable to use the ancestral spirit blessing techniques."

When Gonzalo and the other witch doctors heard this, they cast their gazes over for a long time. The cold and murderous intent in their gazes was like the biting cold wind in the middle of winter, seeping little by little into the bone marrow of the horned hoofed species. .

After flattering him again, he probably saw that Gonzalo didn't really understand, so he took the initiative to continue without waiting for him to ask,

"The wise witch doctors must also understand that the spirits of the ancestors are the spirit of the ancestors of the Toulon tribe for more than ten generations. What they entrust is the will of 'protection' and 'survival', and there is absolutely no way it can be used internally. above the dispute;”

"So, now that they have lost all the ancestral spirit warriors, they cannot compete with the combined strength of the clans in terms of force."

When Gonzalo said this, he had more of a joking attitude. At least if he were in another person's shoes, he asked himself how he would never show mercy to his enemies. This is what fighting should be like. attitude.

"So, what does this have to do with you? Doesn't it mean that the shamans will not use the spirits of their ancestors when facing your attack?"

"What about means?"

'Forehead'

Tutun Earthshaker, who was talking, and the two Hornhoofs who were accompanying him, felt a little nervous under the commotion. They didn't feel at ease until they saw that the witch doctors made no further moves.

"Although the shamans themselves have spell-casting abilities, they are by no means as good as your witch doctors. Without the cooperation of the ancestor spirits, their spell-casting consumption, speed, and even effects will be greatly reduced, far less than before. The power shown on the battlefield."

"So our three clans believe that we should provoke a fight between these two parties and let them bring each other to an end in the conflict."

"We'll talk about this later. Please tell me first. Why do the shamans have the intention to change the political structure of the Toulon tribe when they know that the force is not as strong as the clan's combined strength?"

Having said this, Tutun raised his eyes and carefully observed the reactions of the witch doctors, but they were leaning against the weak sparks of oil lamps, and their faces were always shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to see them clearly.

"'Cooperation of ancestor spirits'? Please explain this carefully."

On the other hand, they also gave up any intention of getting knowledge about magic from these non-shaman horned hoof species.

"As far as the clan's senior leaders are concerned, the most important thing is internal cohesion;"

At this time, the witch doctors finally figured out that these three clans were by no means good. They pulled left and right among the tribes and found a new path for themselves in the face of adversity. They even planned to use the expeditionary force to achieve their "cleanup" alien's purpose.

But his question made Tutun feel embarrassed

It's not because of orders or not. He has already made up his mind to be a dog, at least on the surface, so how can he care about this?

In fact, he himself has no magic talent at all, and everything he talks about is based on the experience of his ancestors, and there is nothing that can be said in detail.

"The existence of the Ancestral Altar has undoubtedly jeopardized the vision of peace between you and us, especially the survival of the Toulon tribe; only by completely eliminating it is the real way out for the future."

"If all the clans can really make up their minds and work together, it is very likely that the situation at the ancestor altar will be completely overturned, and your tribe will be able to get everything it needs more smoothly."

"They already have some slight talent for casting spells, and by sitting quietly at the altar of their ancestors all year round, they have greatly improved their adaptability to the spirits of their ancestors. As a result, they can amplify their spirits exponentially when casting spells, thus being able to better Good influence on the spirit of nature”

"Okay, let's talk about it." Of course Gonzalo and the other witch doctors didn't care who made the explanation, so they nodded in agreement.

"Normally speaking, dreams are not easy to remember, but when we 'read' them on the altar, with the blessing of the ancestors' spirits, our spirits will be amplified to a certain extent, so that we can clearly understand them. Write down various things you see in your dreams;”

"For shamans, the key lies in direct control of the ancestral altar;"

Below, three horn-hoofed species looked at each other vaguely, seeming to be making a decision.

"Huh? Do you want to deceive us? Deceive the representatives of the will of the parliament?"

The Adlerian horn-hoofed creature who had been silent until now summoned up the courage to open his mouth and explained with difficulty,

"Great witch doctors, we definitely don't want to deceive, it's just... we just didn't have time to say it."

"And use this as an excuse to spread the voice of 'completely letting go of the control of the altar' among the people, and seek to bring the ancestral altar under the control of the clan. The shamans will never be indifferent to this."

"Wait a minute, what do you mean by 'the decline of the shaman's strength in force'? What about magic? I remember that the clan's elite power has indeed suffered heavy losses, right? How are you going to resist the shamans who are almost unscathed?"

"Don't dare! I will never dare to think like this again. We are just too embarrassed to say it."

"With such a two-pronged approach, the conflict between the two sides is likely to become completely irreconcilable. If there are some additional factors behind this, it is very likely that it will eventually become a situation that has to be resolved by force."

"It's not that I don't want to use it, it's that I can't use it. If the priests want to target us with malicious spells, they can only rely on their own poor spell-casting abilities."

The spirit of the ancestors cooperates with the spellcasting? It is strange that he can say one, two, and three

"Your Excellency, the great congressman from the Black Forest, Tutun is still young and doesn't know much. At this point, can you allow me to answer on his behalf?"

"Looking at the current situation alone, with the Ancestral Spirit Legion completely destroyed inside and the nobles standing outside the city, the shamans' military superiority over the clan has actually withered away."

However, their doubts have not been answered. The Toulon tribe's magic knowledge is very strictly controlled by the shaman group, and the clans and civilians have almost no way to learn more in-depth things like this;

Therefore, everything he knows and says is based on literal understanding, which is of almost no value to the witch doctors.

Gonzalo's sharp eyes swept across the three horn-hoofed species, and he asked in a low voice.

Gonzalo was puzzled by this.

"Your Excellency, the Witch Doctor, may not know that our Toulon Tribe and even the other tribes of our tribe in the north do not actually have very outstanding magical talents;"

"Because. Because our three clans have made a promise, promising to stand on the side of the Ancestral Altar after the troll expeditionary force retreats."

Gonzalo and the other witch doctors became really interested after hearing this. They all involuntarily adjusted their sitting postures and leaned forward slightly to listen carefully.

"Once they learn that the Ancestral Altar wants to completely dismember the clans and reduce the underlying structure of the Toulon tribe to small family units, the senior clan leaders will inevitably take the most drastic measures to resist."

"And shamans also take advantage of this when casting spells."

The witch doctors did not interrupt, they just looked at him and listened quietly.

Gonzalo noticed that he no longer even used false honorifics, and directly changed his tone to a commanding one.

"Understood. I'll tell you right now." Zafarullah's horn-hoofed species wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He lowered his head and looked at his hooves as he replied,

"They. They think the clans will not choose to unite."

However, the other party's answer was beyond his expectation.

"I am deeply in awe of the wisdom of your great congressman. The Black Forest Trolls are indeed a far better race than our Toulon Walkers!"

"After that, sweep away the rest of the noisy clan leaders."

"However, the methods that the clans are preparing to adopt are too gentle, and there is still a lot of room for cooperation between the two sides. We believe that this is not in the interests of the great Black Forest."

"Speak up and stop wasting our time"

"This is not enough. The three clans no longer have that much power to break this balance."

"What are you going to do?"

After understanding this, the witch doctors became even more disgusted with the shaman group, believing that these guys had seriously interfered with the progress of the Black Forest;

"Although I have never experienced the experience of the ancestors' spirits when they cast spells, according to my ancestors, in general it is quite similar to 'dream reading';"

The Zafarullah who was speaking was definitely a horn-hoofed species with a very eye for it;

So from this moment on, the witch doctors temporarily withdrew their desire for knowledge, and instead focused most of their attention on the specific matters discussed previously.

"But our three clans are tired of the endless struggle for power between the ancestral altar and the clans. We want to solve this problem once and for all, and strive for true peace to come by meeting all the needs of the Black Forest."

Speaking of this, Zafarullah's horn-hoofed species was a little hesitant and cautiously added,

"Of course. If you can show mercy and release some of the Earthshaker legions and clan elite prisoners, then we will be more confident."

"If the clans attribute the failure of the war to the shaman's monopoly on priestly power;"

Even if we dig deeper, maybe the so-called "willingness to reform" of the Ancestral Altar was also made under their instigation. Just like what the three clans said before, they are prepared to use the weak points of both parties to sow discord.

This treacherous political environment within the Hornhoof species made the witch doctors feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts;

In this strong contrast, they feel more and more that the 'honest' trolls are the kindest race in the world.

At least in the Black Forest, neither the witch doctors nor the ordinary warriors have learned to deceive their own people.

However, the witch doctors soon figured out that the situation in Toulon was doing nothing to them again?

Compared to the shamans, although the hearts of the three clans are full of selfish intrigues, they will be the weakest rulers of the Black Forest.

After getting everything the tribe wants to get, maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing to let them replace the priests and gain dominance over the Toulon tribe?

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