Evolving Silver Dragon - Chapter 111:
Chapter 111: 109 Bearman Clan (Ninth Update)
Translator: 549690339
At dusk, Salmon Village.
The village was named for the large, delicious salmon that could be caught in the nearby river.
It was originally a gathering place for a group of Bearmen covered in brown fur.
However, now it had been forcibly filled with many other monster races.
It was just a small village where three hundred Bearmen lived, but now there were ten times as many other monsters plunged in. Suddenly, it became immensely crowded.
For that, they were striving to expand the wooden houses in the village or build makeshift shelters.
Due to the massive number and limited time, many monsters were still forced to sleep on the ground.
Naturally, the food was quite scarce, as monsters were not in the habit of bringing their rations, so many of them were starving.
Doke was the leader of the original three hundred Bearmen gathered in Salmon Village. He used to have a spacious, clean wooden house.
But now, a minotaur had seized it, and even the decent houses around it had been taken over by other minotaurs and centaurs.
They were the privileged clans in Thunder Legion and far stronger than ordinary monster clans due to their martial legacy.
The other three thousand monsters of various races here were their subjects and had come here following them.
Meanwhile, Doke himself was squeezed into a little room that used to be a woodshed, reluctantly and with his people.
It was small and damp, but at least it had a roof to shelter from wind and rain.
Because he was the Bearman’s leader, he was able to stay in this woodshed with his close followers.
Many of his clansmen had to huddle with strangers under a tree or in a corner of the wall to keep warm at night, which annoyed Doke.
But he had no other choice; three hundred Bearmen were nothing compared with an army of three thousand mixed-race monsters.
Around a dozen Bearmen over three meters tall gathered in the woodshed, and a bonfire was burning in the middle of these burly men.
Hanging over the bonfire was a pot full of cracks, boiling delicious salmon soup, but the soup was watery with little meat.
Doke, who had three claw marks over his right eye and appeared to be the strongest, was the Bearman’s leader.
These three claw marks were just purely scars, not affecting his vision, but they made this Bearman look even fiercer.
Doke took up a wooden bowl and crudely scooped some creamy, white salmon soup. He didn’t care that it was hot and gobbled it down.
Feeling his body warming up, Doke licked his lips and chuckled, “Blackbird, speak up!”
The Bearman called Blackbird looked a bit smaller than his peers. He was one of the few spellcasters among the Bearmen, possessing some simple druid spells.
He could transform himself into a large black eagle with great vision or use some not-so-effective healing spells.
These were practical low-level spells, which also gave him a status in the Bearman clan just below leader Doke.
When Bearmen speak, they are always straightforward, and Blackbird was no exception.
Taking a bowl of fish soup from Doke’s hand, Blackbird said, “I saw it myself. Those arrogant Chimeras were fleeing in lamentation.”
After a sip of the delicious soup, he continued, “Over a hundred adult Chimeras, only over seventy managed to escape. The Silver Dragon on the other side is much stronger than the Green Dragon we encountered last time.”
Cassiopeia once had her sights set on the Thunder Legion, but she had difficulty dealing with these Chimeras.
Originally, she planned to enhance her aerial beasts’ strength before causing trouble for the Thunder Legion again.
However, a Red Dragon suddenly appeared out of nowhere, forcing her to shift her focus elsewhere.
The news of a hundred Chimeras fleeing in disarray had the surrounding Bearmen whispering and discussing it in hushed tones.
Bearmen seem simple and straightforward and usually don’t talk much, but in fact, they are smarter than most monsters who only know killing.
The wooden bowl filled with fish soup was passed around among the Bearmen. Doke asked coldly, “Who do you think will have the last laugh this time, Kuru or that Silver Dragon?”
A Bearman was the first to speak up, “Boss, regardless of who wins in the end, we will soon be brought down by the Thunder Legion!”
Another Bearman indignantly added, “Exactly, those damned Minotaurs and Centaurs not only seized our wooden houses but also our food. Many of our young ones are already starving!”
“I guess they want to use us as fodder on the frontlines. Even the Gnolls are just trash that knows only eating and defecating, but with tens of thousands of them…”
Some other Bearmen also expressed their dissatisfaction with the current situation in succession.
They were living peacefully in Salmon Village, everything was fine.
Even though they had to pay regular food tributes to the Thunder Legion, at least they did not lack food thanks to the abundant hunting grounds and the river nearby.
But after those damned Minotaurs and Centaurs came, everything changed. How could a small village that initially housed only three hundred Bearmen feed three thousand monsters with large appetites?
What’s worse, the hunted meat and caught salmon had to be first served to those Minotaurs and Centaurs, who did nothing to earn it.
These primary members of the Thunder Legion had now become explicit exploiters.
Suddenly, Blackbird asked, “So, do we take the clan and leave this place?”
The dozen Bearmen around were silent. They had lived here for over a century. How could they easily abandon it?
Doke shook his head, “Escape, but where? To Dragon Bone Wasteland or elsewhere in Nolan Forest?”
If they want to go to the Dragon Bone Wasteland, they will have to pass through Thunder Legion’s territory, and elsewhere in Nolan Forest is all occupied by that Silver Dragon.
Facing such a situation, one of the Bearmen asked in despair, “So what are we supposed to do?”
Just then, a Bearman who had been standing outside walked in and handed Doke a piece of beast-hide with something written on it.
According to the Bearman guard, a brother encountered a Hawkman while he was out taking care of business, who handed this to him.
And he had explicitly requested it to be handed to their leader, Doke.
After reading what was written, Doke threw the beast-hide into the fire.
The beast-hide had a line written in common language, which most Bearmen couldn’t recognize, but Doke and Blackbird could.
“Rather than running or doing nothing, there might be another way…”
On Doke’s face, a vicious smile appeared. They had joined the Thunder Legion just for food and territory.
If there were a better choice, they wouldn’t mind taking a risk and changing their nest.
But before that, they needed to check out the other side’s strength..
