Outside the Blade Mountain Range, in a grove on a hill.
"Thank you for your generosity, esteemed Lord Baron of the Broken Rock Empire."
The elderly Prophet bowed deeply, a slight caution in his aged voice.
Although he was cloaked in coarse animal skins, with traces of grime, his demeanor possessed an etiquette rare among Wildmen.
A knowledgeable Wildman indeed stood out.
Luo De mused silently, his gaze scrutinizing the Prophet.
"It seems my generosity didn't sway you."
Luo De examined the group following the Prophet, noting only four spear-wielding Wildmen behind him.
"I thought you would bring all your people directly to pledge allegiance to me."
Not seeing the relocated White Frost Tribe, Luo De felt a bit annoyed.
Unwilling to be courteous with this Wildman Prophet.
"I apologize for disappointing you."
A trace of apology appeared on the wrinkled face of the Prophet, his fingers nervously entwining.
