Global Lords: Me and My Calabash Kiddos

Chapter 376: Chapter 169: Alliance of the World, Big Bear’s Discovery (Part 2)

The appearance of the Mist Scroll gave them the confidence to invade a Lord.

The Ordinary Fog Scrolls won’t do it, so use the High-level Fog Scroll.

Their Alliance Leader has a secret weapon, enough to launch a cross-district invasion.

”So all this blabber and you’re not even the Alliance Leader! I listened to you because I thought you were the leader.” Yi Tian was speechless, thinking this Ba Race’s Zhong Feiyun was the boss.

”Yi Tian, don’t get too cocky!” Zhong Feiyun spat blood—he wasn’t the Alliance Leader, but he ranked top five in the Alliance of the World.

He was a core member, above the ”Official Members.”

Everything in the Alliance of the World is decided by the Alliance Leader.

Their core members have advisory rights.

”Tell your Alliance Leader this—Alliance of the World isn’t the organization I recognize. He better manage it properly until I take over!”

Yi Tian fired another shot, making Zhong Feiyun even more frustrated.

Didn’t everyone say the Yi Tian from District 66 was easy-going? Why does he act like such a troublemaker?

”Yi Tian, maybe think it over. In three days tops, you’ll get to see the real Alliance of the World!” Recalling the Alliance Leader’s mission, Zhong Feiyun suppressed his anger and tried persuading one last time.

Yi Tian knew Zhong Feiyun had left, so he didn’t bother replying.

With Yi Tian’s strength, there’s no need to bow to the Alliance of the World.

Order must be established.

For now, it’s too early to talk about all this.

”Lord!”

A message popped up in his private channel.

From the way he called him Lord, it was clearly an Indigenous Person.

”Who are you?” Yi Tian replied.

”I am the Fourth Beastman King of Limon Beastmen Fourth Vein. Release our people and the grudge is settled!” The Fourth Beastman Race spoke arrogantly.

”You Limon Beastmen do all kinds of evil, I’m enforcing the Celestial Dao. We’re not done here. If you don’t like it, just try attacking me.”

Limon Beastmen had huge numbers and plenty of powerful warriors.

When Limon Beastmen were captured before, they didn’t even ask anything, but now they actually reached out.

Though the Fourth Beastman King sounded cocky, it was obviously a negotiating tactic to get their captives back and boost their own morale.

”Demon Lord, sooner or later we’ll break into your territory. A Lord like you won’t survive!” The Fourth Beastman Race hated Yi Tian to the bone.

By Limon Beastman custom, surrendering means you’re a coward and get kicked out of the tribe.

But this time, most of the Fourth Beastman Race’s adult Golden Warriors were wiped out, and the Platinum Warriors took huge losses too.

And the Fourth High Priest said many Warriors were seriously wounded when captured—doesn’t count as surrender.

The Demon Lord was holding as many as twenty-five Platinum Warriors, nine hundred and fifty Golden Warriors.

Among them, the Grand Elder’s favorite child, Meng Menglong.

Now the Lord Era had started, Meng Menglong was sure to become a Diamond Warrior in the future.

For this, the Fourth Beastman Race were willing to break the rules and negotiate the return of Yi Tian’s prisoners.

Otherwise, the Limon Beastmen’s Fourth Vein would be done for in name only.

At this point, it wasn’t just Yi Tian and the Fourth Vein anymore—the other eleven Limon Beastmen veins decided to get involved and, next time the Mist is fragile, they’ll all gang up to hunt the Demon Lord.

”Bring it on!” The Kiddos had leveled up big time, and Yi Tian was itching to test their power.

From Yi Tian’s point of view, Limon Beastmen are way easier to deal with than the Scorpio Gang.

”I can pay a price to get my people back. Lord, name it!”

Never having done such a thing before, the Fourth Beastman Race felt utterly humiliated.

”You Limon Beastmen rape and pillage, pure scum. I can’t possibly let the prisoners go. Besides, if I let them go, what, so they can attack me again? I’ve decided to sell off these beastmen.” Yi Tian flatly rejected the Fourth Beastman Race’s request.

Honestly, that’s not what Yi Tian really thought.

At first, Yi Tian was genuinely pissed at what the Limon Beastmen did—just basic human decency.

The Celestial Dao World is ruthless! Grabbing over a thousand Limon Beastmen prisoners changes nothing.

BUT if he could extort the Limon Beastmen for resources, get strong, then when the Mist fades, send Huo Qubing to wipe out the Limon Race.

If he acted out of emotion and rejected all those resources, then he could hardly call himself a qualified Lord.

Yi Tian never worried that released enemies would come back for revenge.

Let the Limon Beastmen come, so other enemies have one less chance.

During the last Celestial Dao Misfortune, the Scorpio Gang had hundreds of raptors stranded outside the Mist.

There were plenty of tribes feuding with Yi Tian—every time they attacked, their High Priests held ceremonies and went all out.

”Lord, are you really going to fight us Limon Beastmen to the death?” The Fourth Beastman Race said fiercely.

”Hell yeah, to the death. The Li Race, the Longlong Tribe—they love buying beastman captives, and they even say Limon Beastmen make the best slaves.” Yi Tian purposely provoked the Fourth Beastman King.

Lots of Dao Body Races are mortal enemies with the Limon Beastmen. Beastman prisoners in their hands—at best, become slaves for life.

”Whatever other tribes offer, we Limon Beastmen will pay triple!” the Fourth Beastman King snapped.

He already knew the Longlong Tribe was enslaving their people.

Not just that—the Longlong Tribe has the top Diamond Level powerhouse and is part of the Flying Dragon Alliance. That’s a Dao Body Great Alliance with over fifteen Diamond Tribes and a thousand-plus small-to-medium tribes.

The alliance is pretty loose, though—everyone fights their own battles. If something big happens, the Flying Dragon Alliance still bands together.

”They offered me thirty million Celestial Dao Gold. Can you Limon Beastmen cough up a hundred million?” Yi Tian fired back at the Fourth Beastman King.

”Damn you, Lord! There’s no way they’d pay that much. At most, they’d give five million Gold. Slave prices have dropped; right now, the absolute most is four million.” The Fourth Beastman King cursed the Lord’s shamelessness to himself.