Tribal Lord: SSS Ranked Taming Primitive Beauties and The Beasts! Chapter 34

The Redhorn Tribe’s warriors instinctively widened their circle, giving the two strong 4th Ranks a wide berth.

Neither side wanted to be anywhere near that dangerous storm.

The middle-aged man pressed the advantage as he stabbed, retracted, and struck again in quick succession, forcing Harold to retreat several steps.

Shallow scratches formed along Harold’s arms and ribs where he failed to fully evade.

After a few exchanges, the middle-aged man was surprised, as he had never expected that Harold’s strength far exceeded his expectation, thinking that it would probably be around Riven’s, who had shown his strength before.

Harold steadied his breathing and tightened his grip. His spear hummed as he redirected momentum instead of contesting power directly, parrying rather than blocking outright.

At the same time, chaos erupted across the battlefield.

Fifty 3rd Rank warriors of the Ragh’Tal Tribe collided with the thirty elite 3rd Ranks of the Redhorn Tribe.

The clash was brutal and chaotic as blades met blades, spears crashed into shields, and bodies slammed together in violent exchanges.

At first, the situation was balanced.

Though the Ragh’Tal warriors outnumbered them, many had only recently stepped into the 3rd Rank. Their movements were strong but slightly stiff, unlike the Redhorn veterans who had been at the 3rd Ranks for a long time and were accustomed to fighting against the same rank.

Blood was spilled on both sides as they exchanged injuries one after another.

However, the balance was about to change as Riven finally made his move, giving unmistakable pressure that swept through the 3rd Ranks battlefield.

He charged forward without warning, his saber flashing as he entered the battlefield.

The first Redhorn warrior never even noticed him. Riven’s saber cut cleanly across the man’s waist, severing him in two before his body hit the ground with a soft thud.

Before the shock could spread, Riven pivoted as he noticed a second warrior lunging at him with a spear.

He slid inside the thrust, slammed his shoulder into the man’s chest, and drove his saber upward under the ribs. The blade pierced the heart, instantly killing him.

Riven kicked the corpse away and kept moving.

A third tried to retreat, but Riven just threw his saber. The blade spun once through the air and buried itself into the back of the man’s skull.

Riven didn’t even slow down as he just yanked the weapon free and continued forward.

Panic spread instantly because wherever Riven went, Redhorn warriors fell.

One was decapitated in a single sweeping slash. Another had his arm cut off before Riven reversed the blade and slit his throat.

A third tried to block, but Riven shattered the shield and drove a knee into the man’s abdomen before crushing his skull with a downward slash.

Another one fell as Riven decapitated his head with a clean slash.

Seven fell in just a few moments.

Every kill changed the battlefield because each time a Redhorn warrior dropped, the balance tipped as their original opponents immediately helped the others.

Three more Redhorn warriors fell under coordinated attacks from the Ragh’Tal side.

At the center, the middle-aged man felt it.

He glanced sideways and saw bodies hitting the ground as his people died far faster than expected because of his miscalculation.

"STOP!" He roared, desperation seeping into his voice. "Stop this at once!"

He lashed out at Harold in frustration, their spears clashing again with explosive force. Harold seized the opening, driving his spear forward in a sharp thrust that forced the man back several steps.

"Enough!" The man shouted again. "I’ll agree with your condition."

Harold locked spears with him one last time, muscles tensing as he pushed forward, then shouted without hesitation.

"Enough! Everyone—stop!"

His voice thundered across the battlefield.

Riven halted mid-step, blood dripping from his saber. The Ragh’Tal warriors froze, weapons still raised.

The Redhorn fighters stood trembling, surrounded by fallen comrades and staring down overwhelming force.

Sigh!

"Why did you want to go through so much trouble?" Harold sighed and shook his head, then continued with a chuckle. "Anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore now."

Harold tapped his foot on the ground with a faint smile. "It’s actually a good thing that your tribe merges with the Ragh’Tal to the point that I’d say there won’t be any tribe who would refuse to do so after hearing the details."

"What do you mean by that?" The middle-aged man asked with a confused expression.

"The reason why we can progress at an unimaginable rate is because of our tribe lord’s power. We believe that he’s blessed by God since he can read God’s language and even has the power of upgrading people’s rank directly without them needing to complete their missions." Harold explained.

Then, he explained further for a while, shocking the middle-aged man and the Redhorn’s warriors, as they had never thought that there was such a thing in this world.

After a few moments, the middle-aged man finally pledged allegiance and agreed to merge under the Ragh’Tal Tribe. Naturally, with regret, as he sacrificed 10 people’s lives for nothing.

...

In the same breath, Ash’s group was moving further to the west, as Vakra had killed his opponents a minute ago.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host! You have subjugated the Redhorn Tribe!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 20,000 Tribal Points!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 200,000 System Points!]

The moment he heard the notifications from the system, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Then he cursed in his heart. ’Fuck... five thousand Tribal Points short of upgrading Old Ni to the 5th Rank.’

Without waiting for long, he contacted Kargan once again to see if he really didn’t do anything this whole time.

As he had expected, Kargan was really adamant with his excuse for staying in the stronghold to keep the tribe safe even after he told him that the situation was really urgent, to the point of endangering his group’s life.

Just as Ash began considering his next move, a solemn voice snapped him back to reality. "Tribe Lord, I’m afraid that we’re screwed this time."

"Huh?" Ash raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"This time," Old Ni continued with a bitter smile, "there are ten 4th Ranks and one hundred 3rd Ranks heading straight toward us."

Ash’s expression darkened instantly.