Competition of Blood Enemies

"Two-hundred-thousand Pecks of grains…" the High Priest murmured to himself; it seemed as if he was considering something.

"High Priest, the totem technique is the foundation of the barbarian tribes. How can we teach it to the human race?" the Fierce Snake Tribe’s Priest Yi He spoke-up as he noticed that the High Priest was considering the Princess’s offer.

The other Priests of the vicious tribes also chimed-in with him.

"Yi He, I know what you’re thinking. The origin of the battlefield doesn’t have to be right or wrong… as both sides have to put their lives on the line in order to fight. This kind of hatred isn’t good in the long run. Several tribes of our race are running short of clothes and food these days. This two-hundred-thousand Pecks of rations and fodder can help several of them to be saved from the pain of starvation. So, you should attach more importance to the general situation than other things." The High Priest’s eyes turned and fell on Yi He. Then, he said slowly.