The leader of the Blood Boiling Tribe was a burly man with a thick beard. At this moment, his gaze fell upon the group from the Iron Teeth Tribe, showing no effort to hide his hostility: "What bad luck, how do I run into you bunch of birdmen even here?"
As soon as he finished speaking.
A commotion arose within the Iron Teeth Tribe's ranks: "Didn't we beat you into submission the last time? Talking big here, we'll annihilate your entire tribe when we get back."
"All talk, why don't you make a move then."
The burly man gave a cold snort: "If only you hadn't fled so quickly..."
Those assigned to guide the various tribes were shrewd individuals. Hearing the exchange, they instantly recognized the conflict between the two tribes. While using words to persuade, they also signaled to their tribe members at the entrance.
The happenings here soon attracted more attention, and guests from other tribes watched from a distance.
At the entrance.
The conflict grew more intense.
