"That Lord is still not willing to become our Great Chieftain!"
Outside the inn, the leaders of the eight great tribes were sitting around a round table. The old Great Chieftain and the woman beside him were also among them.
They were all existences at the peak of tier-6, the strongest fighting strength among the barbarians.
"If he really isn't willing, then we really shouldn't force him..." the woman said with a frown.
Ensai, who had not fully recovered from his injuries, slammed the table and stood up. He looked at her expressionlessly and said, "I, Ensai, have never submitted to anyone. He is the only person who has convinced me wholeheartedly. Let me put it this way. He is the only person in the Northern Human tribe who is qualified to be the next Great Chieftain. If he isn't willing, as long as I, Ensai, am still alive, the position of Great Chieftain will never be taken!"