<h4>Chapter 397 Limit</h4>


    The Lyon Savannah of the Vierlin ins, the Western Continent.


    This ce where water and nts once blossomed was now a wastnd.


    Overhunting had left the spotted bison and horned gazelle-excellent sources of protein that once could be seen everywhere disappeared from sight. Half-eaten corpses had taken their ce, with vultures that were once rarely seen due tock of food now circling around in the air constantly, their numbers and sizes increasing visibly.


    Worse, the milder nonhumans who lived for generations at the Lyon Savannah were disced, whereas the warmongering and barbaric tribes developed with unprecedented progress.


    The herbivores’ disappearance also allowed the unbridled growth of weeds, stubbornly turning the old grasnds into a green ocean of waist-high weeds. Even so, there was no life that grasnds ought to have here, because it was a wilnd where only insects cries could be heard, adding a sense of destion to it.


    In fact, right now, every bit of air in the Lyon Savannah was swirling with the stench all carnivores had.


    And the cause of it all was undoubtedly because of the change of chiefs at the Grayw tribe.


    Swordtail Grayw, who should have no way of iming the rank of chief had learned sorcery from an unknown source, easily killing all who resisted him in his bribe. The fate of his brother, Zonyan Grayw was unknown after he had fallen off a cliff in the duel against Swordtail.


    Since the Grayw Tribe had been the undisputed king of all nonhuman tribes since ancient times, Swordtail now ruled over the right to live or die for all those tribes when he became chief.


    To strengthen his authority, he rampantly recruited and amodated the warring tribes while exiling, oppressing or enving the tribes that could not resist heir power. The diligent management and bnce that generations of Grayw chiefs had maintained were therefore utterly destroyed, with all nonhuman tribes living near the Vierlin mountains affected seriously.


    The oppressed nonhumans wanted to fight back, but Swordtail Grayw proved too powerful after he learned that obscure sorcery of his-not even Zonyan Grayw was a match for him, let alone the champions of average tribes. At the same time, his recruitment of the vile, warmongering tribes was too strong for the other nonhuman tribes even if they banded together. Not to mention that they were absolutely vulnerable without anyone taking the lead to unite them, and they were forced to endure alone as separate tribes, attempting to surviving from day after day.


    But there was a limit to such situations too.


    Rangka, the elder of the Long Ears had believed that when the nonhumans reached their limits, they would be forced to unite in resistance as life became unbearable. As such, he was a little hopeful since after the weird humans called yers set up base at his tribe, their lives had improved. The yers seemed to have extraordinary mobility and would not shy away from responsibility as well, and were the best choice to lead the oppressed nonhumans in mounting a resistance!


    And they had shown that their ability to fight far surpassed any nonhuman tribe in the battle at the Tigermen’s fortress.


    Although Rangka’s limited knowledge certainly did not recognize what terror the yers’ ‘skills’ could be, he had more experience than the average Long-Ear since he had led merchant groups to foreignnds to sell seafood to human nobles. He understood that the yers’ power came from their god (and was also curious why the yers would worship a ball so fervently), and were much strongerpared to the nonhumans who could only gain strength through awakening ancient bloodlines or through prayers to ancestors.


    If they really would fight for the nonhumans, they would definitely ease the oppressed nonhumans even if they can’t overturn Swordtail Grayw’s rule.


    However, Rangka never expected that the alliance of meat-eating nonhumans was the first to reach their limit.


    In the first ce, they were a loose alliance dragged along by Swordtail and pieced together by force.


    At first, they had plentiful water and food, and would go around bullying little kids (docile nonhumans), and would hunt depending on their mood and leave their prey half-eaten. There was no sense ofw-abiding now unlike the rule of the previous Grayw Chief, who ensured that food was not wasted as much as possible, which ensured immeasurable happiness and presented no issues.


    With the uncontrolled and wasteful lifestyle Swordtail and his ilk, the docile nonhuman tribes who made a living with farming and rearing livestocks were chased away from the Vierlin ins, their former livestock ughtered excessively alongside the wildlife of the Lyon Savannah. When they finally realized what was happening, the bnce in the grasnd’s ecosystem waspletely shattered-carnivores on top of the food chain such as the wilnds wolves and the saber-tooth lions were almost hunted to extinction, let alone the herbivores...


    Naturally, the carnivorous nonhumans who had lost their food source became very much agitated. Indeed, they would have reached their limit earlier if the equally-voracious Tigermen and the Hyena-men had not been virtually wiped out in the previous battle.


    Eventually, the mood discontent of erupted yesterday: a Jackalman attacked the Curly-Horns tribe that had been chased to the edge of the Vierlin ins, and the Sheeple watch in horror as their nsman was eaten alive.


    All at once, the already nervous atmosphere in the Vierlin ins shot up to its limit.


    Even though they had not met and made an alliance, the usually docile herbivorous nonhumans began to band together tacitly tobine and resist against the meat-eating nonhumans that coulde for them at any moment.


    While the meat-eating nonhumans would more or less listen to Swordtail Grayw’s orders, hunger was divesting them from their principles. Major tribes were hence wandering off the main area of the Vierlin ins in search of herbivorous nonhumans who would be easy prey to them.


    As such, the nonhumanmunities who stood unified for centuries with much difficulty was now split in two, breaking apart following Swordtail Grayw’s promotion and one bloody hunt.


    “Now that things hade to this, there is no need to hesitate! I once held my faith in my ancestors in seeking their protection, but they didn’t choose the Long-Ears in the end!”


    Rangka eximed agitated at his brother, the chief of the Long-Ears tribe. “It is now the best time to present our loyalty to the Church of Games, for they are the true saviors! Only they could save us now!”


    “Calm down, Rangka.” The Long-Ears’ chief said. “The saviors you speak off are still in the midst of their three-day feast.”


    Why would that bunch always have to hold some feast...?