"Knight Fox is jesting, aren't we the newcomers able to become stronger than the previous generation precisely because our predecessors sheltered us from the storm, thus securing our living space?"
Kael chuckled and said, "What's more, it's the previous generation's efforts in fighting for resources to enhance the younger generation that has allowed us to reach this point, right?"
Both Fox and the knights behind him couldn't help but smile knowingly.
It's no wonder that the comrades in the Lion Heart Battle Group who have had exchanges with Viscount Helois all have a rather favorable impression of him.
The knights of Lion Heart present today are mostly elderly, and of course, they don't believe that the growth of Viscount Helois' private military to its current state is due to their help.
What has truly allowed a frontier private military to grow to its current status is Lancaster's comprehensive development plan and Viscount Helois' grand vision.
This has little to do with the older generation.
But still, hearing Kael say this didn't prevent them from feeling good.
"Try to keep as many Barbarians alive as possible; the more, the better. They will be valuable bargaining chips in negotiations with their tribes later on!"
Kael shook his head, "They may not survive." Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
"Well, let's try to save as many as possible. The core reason the Barbarians dared to make a move is that they got support from the Totems.
Moreover, they might have received some hidden benefits from the Duchy of Briania, which is why they invaded without any hesitation.
According to their original plans, after getting a foothold in Lancaster, they would further increase their forces and delve into the heartland of your territory, with the ultimate target most likely being you."
"Congratulations, Kael, you've now managed to raise the level of your enemies to an even higher echelon."
As Knight Fox said this, he felt a lingering fear yet with a touch of light-hearted teasing, clearly not too concerned.
Kael shook his head and said with a wry smile:
"If possible, I'd rather not be involved in those existing disputes. But from what you're saying, Knight Fox, does it mean that the Duchy, or perhaps the Federation, already has some speculation about why the tribes made their move first?"
Knight Fox nodded and said, "It's mainly because of your identity."
"My identity?"
"First, you are one of the Four Gods' Divine Favored. Second, you are essentially designated to be the next Duke of Lion Heart. Third, you are the bridge between the three major churches of the righteous gods.
From a long-term perspective, to restrain the growth of the Duchy of Briania, it is advantageous for the tribes to act against you after all...
Given your character, if you really ascend as the next Duke, then the ones to be most frightened will likely be the tribes."
Kael hesitated for a moment, then finally remembered that, many years ago when he had just been reincarnated into this world, he suffered an attack from the Barbarians of the tribes.
Although it ended with the destruction of that tribe and a move against the forces under Earl Campbell in the Royal Capital, everything eventually returned to calm.
The tribes probably didn't care at the outset.
After all, there were tens of thousands of tribes, big and small, on the northern wasteland, and most Barbarians will never visit every tribe in their lifetime. Nobody cares if one or two tribes go missing.
If Kael had fallen then and there, the tribes probably wouldn't have had a second thought about it.
But as Kael was on the verge of completing the final piece of becoming the next ruler of the Duchy of Briania, the tribes started to panic.
Who could guarantee that once Kael took power, he would maintain the Duchy of Briania's current stance towards the northern wasteland?
To anyone who has even a slight acquaintance with Kael, the Divine Favored of the Four Gods, or has heard of his fierce style.
Even a slight miscalculation was something the tribes were unwilling to bet their future on, risking whether Kael would act on a whim to take revenge on the tribes.
If they had a chance, they wouldn't pass up the opportunity to get rid of Kael.
Could this be one of the reasons the tribes didn't stop the Totems?
"Got it figured out?" Knight Fox asked with a smile.
"Yes, it probably has to do with the attack I suffered back then."
"To be precise, it is highly likely one of the catalysts."
"And the Divine Favored of the Four Gods?"
"The issue with the Divine Favored of the Four Gods mainly involves the war between the gods and the Totems back in the day. Frankly, your existence now threatens some of the Totems' safety that currently live in the northern wasteland."
"Because I can enter the Divine Favored State at any time and then clear out the northern wasteland?"
"Yes, if it were in the past, it might have been fine, but now that the eighth Dungeon campaign of Briania has encountered difficulties, they're also worried that we might choose to wage war against them due to the stalled campaign progress.
As a Divine Favored of the Four Gods, you are like the Scythe hanging over those Totems' heads; they urgently need the pure faith of the Barbarians to sustain their existence."
"I see, so the last point is the clear benefits for them if they kill me, right?"
"Yes, Kael, if you were to die, then Briania and even the Federation would face an issue...
The Earth Mother Goddess Church and the Dawn Lord Church, along with other churches that are friendly with them, are subtly inclined towards our Federation within the Holy Halls of Divine Briania.
If something happens to you, the bridge figure, there's a slight chance that the whole direction inside the Holy Hall might tilt towards another faction that's 'in contention with the Federation.' That would severely hinder the Federation's further expansion efforts.
Frankly, if the balance in Divine Briania goes awry, what waits for our nations is nothing but the prospect of war."
Kael nodded his head, indicating he understood, when suddenly, as if sensing something strange, he looked off into the distance deep within the swamp.
"Grandpa White, go ahead, if you let them escape easily, my oath won't be fulfilled."
Old White nodded and drew his treasured sword: "You once said, let all the people of these 11 tribes remain on Lancaster's soil."
The next moment, a silver light of the sword split the waters of the Great Swamp in two.
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