Published: March 12, 2025
Chapter 277: The Best Time for Counterattack
After kicking Gasol a few times, Wells finally stopped. Gasol did not resist; after all, Wells's kicks were heavy, and he had already spat out two mouthfuls of blood.
Wells didn’t intend to kick Gasol to death, so he paused and looked at Gasol, saying, “What’s going on in that head of yours? Is it filled with sheep dung? Do you think your father has been treating you unfairly all this time? You've achieved the most military merit, you’ve been striving to succeed in the tribe, yet you can't become the clan leader?”
Gasol snorted coldly but remained silent. It was obvious he agreed with what Wells was saying. Seeing Gasol's expression, Wells suddenly felt an urge to laugh. He couldn't believe that Gasol was so foolish that he still didn’t understand why his father didn’t pass the position of clan leader to him.
Wells shook his head and sighed, “Gasol, I used to think you were a smart person, but now I realize you’re just an idiot, a fool beyond belief. Haven't you noticed that over these years, the tribe has engaged in fewer and fewer wars? Haven't you seen that the number of young and strong members in the tribe has been increasing? A few years ago, your father shared the same thoughts as you, wanting to prove that our Herculean Bull Tribe is the leading tribe among the minotaurs through conquest. But what happened later? Your father realized that with every battle we fought, while we gained many slave tribes, our tribe's living forces were being depleted. The young and strong members of our Herculean Bull Tribe have become fewer, while the Bullfighting Tribe, having not engaged in battle for many years, has seen a rise in their young and strong members. Your father recognized this, which is why he stopped waging wars, hoping that our tribe could recuperate properly.”
At this point, he glanced at Gasol, whose face had changed dramatically. Wells decided to lay everything bare today to prevent Gasol from continuing to feel wronged.
He took a deep breath and continued, “After realizing the threat posed by the Bullfighting Tribe, your father reduced external military actions and began supporting King Xiqi, who was at odds with the Bullfighting Tribe’s leader. By backing King Xiqi, your father aimed to weaken the Bullfighting Tribe’s power. Do you really think King Xiqi could engage in a prolonged fight with the leader of the Bullfighting Tribe without your father's support?”
Gasol's face darkened even further. He hadn’t realized any of this; he never understood why his father was closer to King Xiqi than to the leader of the Bullfighting Tribe. Because of this, he had even felt wronged on behalf of the Bullfighting Tribe’s leader and often supported him. It could be said that the Bullfighting Tribe's swift recovery was largely due to his support.
Wells looked at Gasol and coldly scoffed, “What’s wrong? Regretting it now? Your father supported King Xiqi, yet you couldn’t accept it and insisted on backing the Bullfighting Tribe’s leader. You were swayed by their sweet words and lost your way. How laughable! With behavior like this, do you deserve to be the clan leader of the Herculean Bull Tribe? What a pity, it’s really too unfortunate that your father hasn't stripped you of your military power, or else the Herculean Bull Tribe would not have fallen to this point today.”
Gasol suddenly ran away, shouting, “You’re talking nonsense! You’re lying! Father never thought this way; all of this is made up by you!”
Wells snorted, “Whether I made it up or not, you know in your heart. In order to gain that position, you’ve gone mad! You dared to cause your father's death and now you’ve dragged the entire tribe into a deep abyss. I’m curious about what face you’ll have to meet the beast god after you die.”
Orcs believe that when they die, they will meet the beast god, who will determine whether they are reborn as orcs or beast kin based on their deeds in life.