Chapter 373 "Downfall Of Coney Tribe"

As Wenna surveyed the surreal scene before her, resembling the emergence of infernal beings, she couldn't help but voice her astonishment, "Where did they... come from?"

Rosier, standing nearby, replied with indifference, "They were originally meant for Uagadou. I didn't anticipate Wentworth's effectiveness, which instead benefited the Coney tribe."

With a nonchalant gesture, Rosier continued, "Since you've heard our tale, what gives you the audacity to believe we'd be ensnared by your African wizard tribe? I concede that perhaps the Coney tribe in Africa could hold sway in its own domain, but how do you compare it to the Magical Congress of the United States? Or the International Confederation of Wizards?"

He emphasized, "Weakness and ignorance are never barriers to survival; arrogance is. You think just because we are fighting you in your land, you would be able to stand a chance against us? You have poor judgment compared to your age…"

"I thought because you'd seen Lord Grindelwald in his glory back then, you would know the true power of Alliance. How disappointing."

Upon hearing Rosier's words, the chief elder of the Coney tribe lowered his head, pondering silently for a moment before lifting it with a bitter smile. He gazed at Rosier and spoke slowly, "Can you spare some seeds for the Coney tribe?"

As flames engulfed the rainforest behind them, the wizards of the Alliance closed in, their presence unsettling the Coney Tribe's wizards. With just a command from Rosier, a small-scale wizarding conflict seemed imminent.

After a moment of contemplation, Rosier sighed and spoke slowly, "In the past, I wouldn't have entertained this notion, but now, for the urgent need of the young master's employment, I'll make you a promise."

The chief elder of the Coney Tribe appeared stunned by Rosier's unexpected agreement, expressing his surprise, "Are you being sincere?"

Rosier, visibly irritated, retorted, "Must I lie to you?"

He continued sternly, "However, the Alliance has no use for dead weight. You have an hour. Those who remain standing after that time can choose to pledge loyalty to the Alliance, securing their survival. Betrayal will not be tolerated."

After delivering his ultimatum, Rosier didn't wait for the chief elder of the Coney Tribe to reply. He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving behind a final warning: "Don't attempt any tricks. The Alliance only accepts the best. If the remaining wizards don't meet our standards, the massacre will continue."

As Wenna followed Rosier, explosions erupted behind them in quick succession. Without even glancing back, Wenna could sense the chaotic surge of magic echoing through the air.

Just as Wenna was silently thanking her lucky stars for escaping, Rosier unexpectedly spoke up, "You made a wise choice back there."

Taken aback by Rosier's sudden comment, Wenna hesitated before admitting with a wry smile, "Truth be told, I had regrets at the time. But there was this nagging feeling that even if it meant facing death, it was a fate I chose for myself. I refuse to be a puppet at the whim of others."

Rosier nodded in acknowledgment, his expression unreadable. Emboldened by his response, Wenna gathered her courage and posed a question, "Are you truly planning to spare the Coney Tribe?"

Upon hearing Wenna's inquiry, Rosier regarded her with a half-smile, nodding slowly as he spoke, "Of course. The Alliance doesn't stoop to deceiving the weak. They're already in a pitiful state, and if promises were made, they'll be upheld."

Understanding his assurance, Wenna nodded in agreement, offering, "In that case, I can assist. Being a member of the Coney tribe, I know who possesses greater talent or harbors grievances against the tribe's actions."

Yet, as Wenna finished speaking, Rosier chuckled softly. Perplexed by his reaction and unsure of her misstep, she was caught off guard when she spoke again with a gentle tone, "Wenna, it seems you still don't grasp it. You are the seed of the Coney tribe."

Her words left Wenna stunned momentarily, her eyes widening in disbelief as she gazed at Rosier.

However, she offered no further explanation, choosing instead to lapse into silence.

Nearly half an hour elapsed before Rosier suddenly glanced towards

Abernathy, who had been silently observing, was called to Rosier's side, "I'll give you half an hour. Is that enough?"

Hearing Rosier's question, Abernathy pulled out his wand with a grin and said, "Twenty minutes is enough!"

Afterward, Abernathy waved his hand and led the wizards of the Alliance, striding towards the gathering area of ​​the Coney Tribe.

After a while, the cacophony of scolding and cursing gradually subsided, lasting nearly twenty minutes before quiet settled over the area.

Wenna clenched her teeth, her gaze vacant as she stared at the remnants of her former home, rendered speechless by the devastation.

Rosier, sensing her distress, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his voice soft as he urged, "Come, take one last look at where you grew up."

Following Rosier to the gathering area of the Coney Tribe, Wenna beheld a scene of utter chaos. Countless trees and treehouses lay in ruins, shattered into pieces.

Amidst the wreckage, only members of the Alliance remained standing, while the original Coney tribe wizards were being subdued by the Alliance's wizards and witches.

The defeated individuals of the Coney tribe were cast aside, their bodies discarded like mere objects.

Witnessing the destruction of the place she once called home, Wenna felt a tremor course through her legs.

Though she harbored no sentimental attachment to the tribe, it had been her residence for over a decade.

Observing the familiar surroundings reduced to rubble, Wenna fell silent for a moment before mustering a bitter smile, accepting the bitter reality before her.

Wenna offered a wry smile, a feeble attempt to lift her spirits, murmuring to herself, "From today onward, my life holds only a future; there's no turning back."

Amidst the turmoil, a commotion arose nearby. Shortly after, the original chief elder of the Coney tribe was escorted over by Abernathy, who regarded Rosier with evident surprise. "This old timer's got some resilience, still kicking at his age!"

The weary chief elder, on the verge of collapse, struggled to keep his eyes open as he pointed a trembling finger at Rosier, managing to utter, "You..."

"Avada Kedavra!" Before the elder could complete his sentence, Rosier swiftly silenced him with the life-snuffing curse.

"Apologies, but the allocated time is already over!" Rosier remarked curtly, addressing Abernathy with a hint of dissatisfaction. "Why did you bring him here to suffer? In such situations, it's kinder to end him swiftly. If the young Master were to see this, he would scold you..."