My Kingdom Building Done Right!

Chapter 199: Most Unpredictable Chieftain Of The Borderlands [Part 2]

The first thing Ivan and the barbarians noticed when they arrived at the clearing by the base of the mountain wasn’t Leone.

Instead, it was the Orc standing at least three meters tall beside his golden throne.

The Orc had looked at them calmly, arms crossed over his chest.

As the barbarians had fought monsters like him for a long time in the Borderlands, Ivan and some of the powerhouses from the high-ranking tribes immediately noticed that this Orc looked stronger than ordinary Orcs.

The majority of them thought he was an Orc Warlord.

A powerful Orc that led groups of Orcs into battles, requiring the combined effort of several elite warriors to take down.

Little did they know that Logan was an Orc Champion. A monster several times more powerful than an Orc Warlord!

Though this wasn’t the most important part.

The most important part was the seemingly good relationship between the Chieftain of the Aslan Tribe and the Orc Warlord.

Ivan decided to use this as an opportunity to make Leone look bad in front of the other high-ranking tribes.

"I heard that the Aslan Tribe’s chieftain doesn’t treat messengers with hospitality." Ivan sneered. "I came here knowing that very well. However, what I didn’t expect was for you to throw your lot with Orcs. Both of you are a good match. A filthy exile and a filthy monster. Truly a match made in heaven."

The warriors of the Darkmane Tribe laughed alongside their commander.

Leone smiled faintly, allowing them to laugh until their laughter finally died down. When even Ivan stopped laughing, the young man finally turned toward Logan.

"He thinks you’re funny," Leone said to Logan.

"It’s more funny that he seems to think he can leave this place alive." Logan smiled faintly in response.

"Hey, you can’t kill him. He’s a pest—err, a guest."

"Tsk."

Leone then shifted his attention back to Ivan. "Right. Since this is a special occasion, allow me to introduce the ’true’ ally of the Aslan Tribe."

He made sure to give Hagen a side-long glance before looking back at Ivan.

"An ally that will stick with the Aslan Tribe through thick and thin. A true ally, not only in words, but also in action. An ally that will honor their pact. In this regard, Orcs are more honorable than barbarians. At least, once they become your allies, they won’t throw you away to the side."

Those who held high positions in their respective tribes glanced at Hagen. It was very obvious who Leone was subtly referring to.

News of the Grimhowl Tribe and the Aslan Tribe becoming allies had already reached the different factions in the Borderlands.

If the Grimhowl Tribe really stepped up to "defend" their ally, the Darkmane Tribe wouldn’t even dare touch the Aslan Tribe with a twelve-foot pole.

"Anyway, I applaud you for your boldness to insult me in front of everyone," Leone said with a smile. "Tell me, would you dare to do the same to the Chieftain of the Grimhowl Tribe?"

"Don’t compare Chief Hagen to the likes of you," Ivan answered. "You’re not worthy to be a chieftain of a tribe! You’re an outsider!"

"I see." Leone nodded. "It’s an interesting way to say that you’re just someone who bullies the weak and fears the strong. How typical of you. Well then, I, too, can play that game."

The young man then clapped his hands.

A moment later, Cain and Travis, the heirs of the Darkmane Tribe, were escorted to the stage, stopping when both of them stood in front of Leone.

"Kneel," Leone ordered.

Without even a second of hesitation, the two young men knelt in front of Leone.

At this sight, Ivan and the warriors of the Darkmane Tribe looked visibly shaken.

Meanwhile, the heirs of the Warclaw Tribe and Grimhowl Tribe looked at this scene in disbelief.

However, the Chieftain of the Aslan Tribe wasn’t finished yet.

"Both of you, come closer," Leone commanded.

Cain and Travis hurried to Leone’s side until they were only an arm’s reach away from him.

The young chieftain then raised his legs and rested them on top of the bowed heads of the two young men still kneeling in front of him.

"Oh, yeah. Where was I?" Leone pondered before glancing lazily at Ivan. "You’re a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong. You must think you’re brave, but in the eyes of those with true power, you’re just a dog. Like your Master. In my eyes, you’re a nobody.

"You can talk as much as you like, bark as much as you like, and even shout as much as you like. But at the end of the day, the fate of the Darkmane Tribe will be the exact same as your two Young Lords over here after I’m done with you guys."

"Y-You!" Ivan was now brimming with anger.

If Leone had insulted him back, that would’ve been better. However, Cain and Travis were the heirs of the Darkmane Tribe. With their status, they shouldn’t be kneeling in front of anyone. And yet, here they were, kneeling in front of Leone. They hadn’t even hesitated.

Of course, this was all thanks to Blitz’s shock therapy—errr, education.

After spending some time with the two young men, it had successfully reformed them into well-behaved kids, especially in front of its Master, Leone.

Right now, even with Ivan and his warriors right in front of them, Cain and Travis didn’t dare to defy Leone’s orders.

Their brainwashing had been a success. And with this show, the chieftains and the heirs of the high-ranking tribes started to look at Leone in a different light.

"Get your filthy feet away from the two Young Lords!" Ivan roared in anger.

He and his warriors even took out their weapons after that, looking as if they were ready to charge at any moment now.

However, something pierced the ground right in front of Ivan, which made him stop in his tracks.

A ballista bolt longer and thicker than a spear had pierced the ground, mere inches away from his feet.

Had he moved a little more, he would have been impaled and dead without a doubt.

This sudden attack reminded Ivan of the defensive armaments of the Aslan Tribe aimed in their direction.

"That’s it?" Leone asked, sounding very disappointed. "I almost had a legitimate reason to kill all of you here. Have you forgotten already? I have a habit of killing messengers who annoy me. Oh, right. How about you apologize to me right now while I’m still being nice?"

"Apologize to you?" Ivan scoffed. "In your dreams."

"Is that so?" Leone smirked before taking his feet off Cain’s and Travis’ head, then standing up. "Since you don’t want to apologize, then I’ll just ask your Young Lord to apologize to me. Hey, Cain, your dog tried to bite me. What are you going to say?"

"I-I’m sorry! I will discipline that dog when we return to the Darkmane Tribe!" Cain pleaded, looking visibly shaken. "Please forgive me, Great Chieftain!"

"Um? I didn’t hear you. Can you say it louder?"

"Please forgive me! Please! I beg you! Forgive me! I’m sorry!"

Cain had been so thoroughly broken that the mere thought of defying Leone was enough to induce a panic attack.

He dropped to the ground, wrapped his arms around Leone’s leg, and desperately begged for forgiveness.

Ivan and his warriors felt their blood run cold after seeing this scene.

Until now, they believed Leone was merely humiliating the heirs of the Darkmane Tribe.

But after looking at Cain’s trembling figure, they finally understood the truth.

Leone hadn’t just humiliated them.

He had broken them.

Ivan and his men had come with the intention of intimidating the Aslan Tribe.

Instead, they were beginning to realize that they had willingly walked into the den of a monster.

And that same monster was smiling right back at them.