My Kingdom Building Done Right!-Chapter 29: The March Of The Black Wolf Tribe

Outside training hours, the non-combatants busied themselves with making beef jerky, which they stored inside the barrels Leone had provided for them.

These barrels were crafted using the built-in Basic Work Bench that Daedalus provided.

Leone’s mission deadline was in two days. Frankly, Leone’s third mission was almost finished. The only problem he had left was recruiting a Warrior with a Prestige Class.

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[Third Mission: Tribal War Preparation]

— Complete this mission within two days.

— Raise the number of your Warriors to twenty [20/20]

— A Warrior with a Prestige Class must be under your command [0/1]

— Gather enough food that will last for a month [Beef Jerky 2000/2700]

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Leone felt it was a shame that he couldn’t finish his third mission in time, but his optimism bounced him back up. It was just one mission, and a new one could just replace it.

But before anything else, Leone must first survive to continue upgrading his territory rank.

*Squeak!*

Blitz crawled up on the young man’s clothes until it reached Leone’s shoulder. It then gave its report, sharing that all the squirrels in the forest had been recruited into their scouting party.

"Good job, Blitz," Leone said before lightly patting the flying squirrel’s head with his finger. "You’re a great help."

*Squeak*

Blitz patted its chest with confidence as if saying, "You can count on me!"

They then moved back to the entrance of the cave, where half of the hunters of the Alborin Tribe were gathered.

They were all busy with their weapons’ maintenance, making sure they were fit for battle.

Heavy tension hung in the air as they focused on their work. This was understandable because in a few days, they would be fighting for their lives against a stronger opponent who had the numerical advantage over them.

When the warriors saw Leone, they smiled and gave him a brief nod of acknowledgment, which he returned in kind.

Truth be told, they had been trying to convince Ulric to become Leone’s Vassal. The stronger their Chieftain, the more likely they would survive the upcoming war.

But every warrior had their pride. Ulric felt that if he agreed to be Leone’s Vassal, he would be taking advantage of the young man’s kindness out of desperation.

He also had a promise to uphold. On the deathbed of his father, the former Chieftain, he vowed to rule the Alborin Tribe as its Chieftain for as long as he lived.

Yuni also felt frustrated. Her father was being as stubborn as a rock and wouldn’t budge. Of course, she understood that making Leone the new "Chieftain" of their tribe wasn’t a simple matter.

But she also believed sacrifices must be made for the greater good. Especially if it meant the survival of their tribe.

What good would clinging to pride do if it resulted in the demise of the people he wished to protect?

Yuni also wondered why Leone hadn’t been pushing for her father to become his vassal. Aside from that one time he asked Ulric if he wished to become his vassal, the young man never mentioned it again.

"Men..." Yuni muttered in frustration as she coated her arrows with a special poison with paralyzing effect. They were at war, so using poison was perfectly fine.

Fairness didn’t matter in a battle of survival. No one ought to look down on playing a little dirty when lives were on the line.

Leone was not aware of Yuni’s thoughts as he walked over the edge of the cliff. He then whistled, calling out to Arion, who was flying in the distance.

The Pegasus immediately flew in his direction and eagerly landed right beside its Master.

"Let’s fly for a bit, Arion," Leone said before mounting the saddle. "I need some fresh air."

The Pegasus neighed and took off to the skies.

Blitz jumped off from its Master’s shoulder and flew alongside the Pegasus. It was very different from the other flying squirrels that could only glide.

Leone’s Familiar had gained the ability to truly fly freely, giving it an advantage no other squirrel possessed.

Daedalus also flew alongside Leone, reporting the progress of the Alborin Tribe’s preparation. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"According to my calculations, we will finish the food preparations by tomorrow afternoon," Daedalus reported. "We can also use the last day to hunt for more food or chop more logs to increase weapon and ammunition production."

Leone smiled faintly. Everyone was doing a great job. He even thought of adding some simple traps, like suspended logs above the mountain.

When enemies come, Blitz would cut off the ropes holding them in place. The logs would then roll down the mountain, wiping out the barbarians who scaled the path leading to the cliff.

Of course, the path would also be riddled with pit traps, which he believed would also be a powerful deterrent against their enemies.

Arion circled the Grimjaw Mountain once, allowing his Master to see the defenses he had built in the past few days.

He had already done everything he could. As for the results of the battle, he could only pray that the Goddess of Fortune would smile in their favor.

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Two days later...

Nearly a hundred and fifty barbarian warriors made their way to the Grimjaw Mountain.

Some of them were mounted on Black Wolves the size of a horse, while others rode on horses.

Leading them was none other than Arlo, the Chieftain of the Black Wolf Tribe.

They had been traveling for a day, and according to his estimate, they’d arrive at their destination after one more day.

They had been slightly delayed, for they had to convince some of the allied tribes to travel with them. Their reluctance was understandable, for Grimjaw Mountain was home to one of the great beasts of the Borderlands.

However, Arlo didn’t care. He needed to be there on the day of the full moon, so he could fight in his peak performance.

Understanding his insistence, his allies reluctantly agreed and followed him to raid the Alborin Tribe’s new camp.

One of their warriors could communicate with hawks, and according to him, their targets were staying at the Grimjaw Mountain.

The other Chieftains of the Allied Tribes pitied Ulric. They even thought that if the Chieftain of the Alborin Tribe had decided to flee, they should have put everything into fleeing the Borderlands.

Perhaps once they were far enough, Arlo would change his mind about pursuing them and find it a waste of his time.

The Grimjaw Mountain might be far from the location of the three tribes, but it was not a distance impossible for them to travel.

It might take them two days, but they could still arrive just in time for the night of the full moon.

"Faster!" Arlo ordered as he urged his Alpha Wolf to increase its speed, forcing his allies to increase their pace.

It had been a while since he felt the thrill of the hunt, and his bloodthirsty nature was starting to excite him.

The only thing on his mind was defeating Ulric and claiming the Alborin Tribe as his own, which would further cement his ambition to build the strongest barbarian tribe in the Borderlands.