Chapter 453: The Change In The Black Feather Tribe

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The people of the Black Feather Tribe living in the Scarred Hills were no exception. They were also filled with respect for the Lord who came from the surface.

The Scarred Hills were full of cracked hills and mountains. The earth here had split. With a complex and interwoven topography, the numerous crevices provided perfect places to hide.

Furthermore, the land consisted entirely of rocks and hardened clay soil. Apart from a few patches of moss in dark corners, it did not produce any food. The place was practically uninhabitable for powerful races.

This allowed the weak Black Feather tribe to survive. The bodies of the people were covered in black feathers, and they resembled humanoid creatures.

The most powerful leader of the tribe was only a Level 57 hero, with the potential that barely reached C-class. Once they left the Scarred Hills, any dominant race could easily subdue them.

If it weren’t for their high fertility rate and keen perception, they would have been annihilated long ago.

The surviving Black Feather tribe didn’t fare well. Even though the lord from the surface had implemented numerous favorable policies, it didn’t have much impact on them.

The Black Feather tribe was not adept at forging weapons, so while other tribes lived in abundance and stability, their food remained scarce. Every month, elderly members would voluntarily venture into the wilderness to hunt.

Stark, as a member of the Black Feather tribe and a Black Feather swordsman, had been away from the tribe for half a month.

Due to the severe shortage of food, he had taken the risk of entering the wasteland to find sustenance.

Unexpectedly, he encountered a large army from the Dark Region City on the way and was forced to hide. When it was safe for him to come out of hiding, he headed home.

Entering the familiar Scarred Hills, Stark felt excited. It was not only because he had returned alive, but also because, in his attempt to avoid danger, he unintentionally stumbled upon a mist-covered swamp.

In that swamp, he discovered a vast expanse of land covered with edible mushrooms and fungi. It was enough to sustain the entire tribe for three months!

This was a cause for celebration. He felt like a hero as he returned home.

Once the tribe learned of this news, they would undoubtedly award him an iron medal. His footsteps quickened.

With agile movements, he swiftly traversed the cracked earth.

As he stepped into the territory of the Black Feather tribe, a crisp sound suddenly echoed in his ears. The sound of metal colliding reverberated throughout the entire Scarred Hills.

Standing on the highest point of a hill, Stark saw many tribe members climbing out of the cracks in the rocks. They quickly headed in the direction of the commotion.

Stark was puzzled. ‘Is that the sound of the bell summoning everyone for a meeting? What could have happened?’

The excited faces of his fellow tribe members made him believe that nothing bad had actually happened.

It seemed that the rarely-heard sound of the bell didn’t cause any panic.

In a state of confusion, Stark immediately followed his fellow tribesmen.

Before long, Stark entered the hardened and cracked valley with the Black Feather people. He spotted several familiar figures.

“Stark, we thought something had happened to you! Why did it take you so long to come back?” Several people turned their heads in surprise and gathered around Stark.

“I went outside to search for food and found a swamp in the fog, where I discovered enough mushrooms to feed us for three months!” Stark’s eyes were filled with pride.

As he uttered these words, he prepared himself to be praised by his fellow tribe members. However, to his surprise, nobody seemed to care about it.

‘What’s going on?’

“Stark, don’t speak so loudly in the Holy Land,” whispered a companion beside him.

“But I found food!” Stark said in bewilderment.

‘When did this place become a Holy land?’ he thought.

“We understand. Let’s prepare to welcome the arrival of the High Preacher,” they said.

“What about the food 1 found?”

“The High Preacher has already bestowed upon us an abundance of food, enough to fill ten caves! We have no shortage of food anymore!”

Stark was shocked. “Who is this High Preacher? And why would they bestow such precious food upon us without a price?”

The High Preacher is a divine saint of the Dark Ancient Tree Sect and a faithful follower of the Great Sovereign. He is the one who brings hope and assists the Black Feather Tribe.”

The more he listened, the more confused he became.

“You’ll find out when the High Preacher arrives,” one of his companions said impatiently. He pulled Stark towards the center and urged him to be quiet.

At the center of the valley, there was a tall suspension pole with hollow stones tied to it with hemp ropes and iron blocks. By gently pushing the iron blocks, they could strike and produce sound.

A figure taller than the average Black Feather person was striking the stones. A crisp sound reverberated through the air.

When the people had gathered in the valley, the towering figure stopped.

“Has the great High Preacher arrived?” asked someone from the crowd.

“Is it today?”

“Why haven’t we seen the High Preacher?”

“I can’t wait to listen to the doctrines of the Dark Ancient Tree Sect!”

“The great saint has arrived! Kneel down and welcome the messenger of our god!” The Black Feather Tribe leader raised his hand and waited for the voices to quieten.

“Oh, great saint of the Dark Ancient Tree Sect, we respectfully welcome your arrival!”

As the words fell, all the Black Feather people knelt on the ground. They shouted with fiery passion and madness.

In the midst of the fervent calls, the sky suddenly darkened. The undead dragon roared toward the sky. A terrifying dragon might surged forth like a tsunami.

The Black Feather people immediately felt a pressure deep in their souls. It was an oppression that higher beings exerted upon lower lifeforms. They couldn’t resist it.

After circling in the sky, the gigantic dragon descended to the center. It stood in the valley like a towering stone monument.

The colossal creature slowly lowered its body, and a tall figure stepped down from its back. The Black Feather people became excited.

The High Preacher had arrived!

Stark, who was kneeling with the crowd, raised his head to look.

He saw a terrifying being. The upper body resembled that of a human, wearing a black-brown priest’s robe.

He held a pitch-black book, emitting waves of magical fluctuations.

The face resembled that of a dying person tormented by pain. It was grim and horrifying. The skin was covered with evil runes. It sent chills down his spine.

The lower body made Stark feel suffocated. It had a body completely opposite to that of a human. It was spider-like! Eight limbs resembling blades pierced into the ground. They were covered in tiny furs.

A sturdy exoskeleton enveloped the body. From the head to the back, three rows of uneven spikes protruded out.

The crimson eyes increased the eerie, intimidating feeling tenfold!