My Kingdom Building Done Right!

Chapter 90: Go To Hell Where You Belong!

Just as Leone was about to stab Varus for the umpteenth time, someone grabbed the handle of his spear and stopped him.

"My Lord, he’s already dead," Jason said calmly.

Leone was gasping for air, his mind overwhelmed by thoughts of killing someone. He didn’t notice that his repeated stabs had already killed Varus, who didn’t even have the chance to fight back.

But that didn’t mean he was done just yet. There was one more person that needed to be punished.

That person was also in the vision. Someone who watched everything happen with a sneer plastered on his face. That person was none other than Ragan.

He could have ordered Ulric to kill Ragan, but he didn’t do that. Instead, he raised the spear that was still in his hand and aimed it at the bastard.

"Stop!" Ragan pleaded. "Don’t kill me! Forgive me!"

"I won’t," Leone replied. "Go to hell where you belong!"

Ulric had not been kind to Ragan. He decided that breaking an arm and leg wasn’t enough, so he broke all of his limbs.

"Wait!" Ronan, the representative of the Redmaw Tribe, shouted. "I understand that Varus was at fault earlier. However, killing another representative of a tribe will put you on a path of no return. Are you really willing to incur the wrath of the low-ranking tribes, as well as those of the middle-ranked tribes?!"

The Bloodtusk Tribe and the Redmaw Tribe were at odds with each other, no doubt about that. But despite that, he was still shaken that a messenger of a middle-ranked tribe was killed right in front of him.

This had never happened in the past, for it meant complete annihilation for the tribe responsible for it.

Seeing that the masked man had calmed down a bit, Ronan tried to use reason to stop further violence.

"From the very start, I have no intention of antagonizing the representatives of the middle-ranked tribes," Leone said, his voice still cold, filled with killing intent. "I prepared myself to endure humiliation. I prepared myself to accommodate you as much as possible.

"The tribute we prepared should have been enough, but you wanted more. I would have agreed to give each tribe a Raptor even if I believed it was already too much. But why do you have to include my people as tribute?!

"Why must you humiliate us so?! Is it because you’re stronger than us that you think you can get away with anything you do? Is it because you think of yourselves as superior that you can hurt my people with impunity?!"

Leone paused as he panted for breath. "Yes. The strong always have the last say. If our tribe was strong, none of you would have dared to do something like this.

"If our tribe was strong, we wouldn’t be treated like this. If we were strong, none of you would even think of asking us for tribute and taking our people against their will!"

Leone then raised his spear, with every fiber of his being screaming for him to end Ragan’s life.

"From the very start, all of you have come here with the intention to make us suffer!" Leone declared. "I am the Chieftain of the Aslan Tribe! And I will kill you for daring to touch my woman!"

Yuni’s eyes widened in shock after hearing Leone’s declaration. Even Leone’s other vassals were also caught by surprise by his words.

Oblivious of their reactions, Leone roared as he stabbed his spear at Ragan’s chest with all the strength he could muster.

Another pained scream escaped the warrior’s lips. Though, just like what happened earlier, Leone didn’t stop and continued to stab him over and over again until the warrior finally stopped screaming.

Ragan’s eyes stared lifelessly in the sky. Before he drew his last breath, the only thing in his mind was regret for coming to Grimjaw Mountain, which led to his demise.

After making sure that Ragan was truly dead, only then did Leone shift his gaze back to the representatives of the other tribes.

Even they couldn’t help but subconsciously take a step back due to the intensity of his gaze that was still filled with killing intent.

"Take your tribute." Leone growled. "Take the Raptors as well. Let it be known that the Aslan Tribe had kept their promise until the end. Let it be known that the one who broke the Barbarian Creed was not us, but those who tried to step on the laws made by the first Barbarian King!"

The young man then stared at Ragan’s and Varus’s dead bodies. He had less bastards to worry about.

"Burn their bodies," Leone ordered. "That is the last bit of respect I can give them as warriors."

Usually, the barbarians didn’t bury their dead. Instead, they burned them because they believed their spirits would simply return to the Earth Goddess.

Ronan looked at the masked man with an appraising gaze. He understood that the moment they returned, the middle-ranked tribes would convene in order to discuss the events that took place here.

Varus had broken the Barbarian Creed, which was indeed a punishable crime by death in their eyes. But would the middle-ranked tribes simply take this lying down?

Of course not.

While they might receive the ridicule and contempt of the High-Ranking Tribes, they would definitely find an excuse to start a war against the Aslan Tribe.

In fact, the Bloodtusk Tribe might even ask the help of the Darkmane Tribe, one of the high-ranking tribes!

It was an open secret that the Bloodtusk Tribe were the dogs of the Darkmane Tribe. Now that their pet had been insulted, they might use that as an excuse to show the other high-ranking tribes that their authority couldn’t be trampled upon by anyone.

"You did a very reckless thing," Ronan stated. "Based on the quality of your voice, I can tell you’re just a young man. I hope that you’re aware that you’ve already put your tribe on a path of no return.

"Still, I will make sure that the truth of what happened here today will be made known to everyone. At the very least, even if the middle-ranking tribes were to wage war against your people, the Redmaw Tribe will not participate in it.

"Things would have been different if you decided not to pay us the tribute. That is the only thing that gave us a reason to stay out of this war."

"Thank you," Leone replied. "At least I know there is still an honorable barbarian tribe left among the middle-ranked tribes."

The other representatives didn’t say anything. They simply stared at Leone with solemn looks on their faces.

They didn’t know how their chieftains would react to this incident. However, one thing was certain. The Bloodtusk Tribe, as well as the Ashclaw Tribe Ragan belonged to, would not sit still after their warriors had been killed.

Not wanting to stay any longer, the representatives loaded the tribute onto their carts and took the five Raptors promised to them.

Each tribe got one each, not knowing that they were the spies that Leone and Daedalus had sent to infiltrate their camps.

The moment the representatives finally left the boundaries of the forest, Leone immediately gave an order to his warriors to close off the forest, not allowing anyone from the other tribes to infiltrate their domain.

"Great Chieftain, couldn’t we have prevented this situation from heading in this direction?" Otto asked. "I’m afraid we won’t stand a chance against them."

Kael rested his hand on Otto’s shoulders. "Trust our Great Chieftain. We have been preparing for this possibility for the past few weeks."

Otto sighed because he knew there was nothing he could do. After all, the deed was already done.

While everyone was busy carrying out their Great Chieftain’s commands, Leone took off his mask.

Suddenly, he heard a notification sound go off in his head.

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[Congratulations! You have completed your Ninth Territory Mission!]

[Mission: Leave an Impression on the Middle-Ranked Tribes!]

— You are given two objectives for this mission! Completing either one will count toward this mission’s completion!

— The rewards will depend on the objective that you were able to clear!

[Objective 1]

— Pay the tribute and form connections with the Middle-Ranked Tribes, regardless of the sacrifices that must be paid to achieve it.

[Objective 2]

— Stand up for what you believe is right! It doesn’t matter if it leads to war!

[Rewards]

+20,000 BP

3 Rare Blue Prints

+10 to All Stat Parameters of your Vassals

+10 to All Stat Parameters of the people that currently reside in your territory

+5 to All Stat Parameters of Leone Frontera

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The young man had already completed his eighth mission yesterday, and his ninth mission was completed today.

Although it didn’t play out the way he wanted it to happen, the second option really helped him out.

But just as he was thinking about what kind of mission his tenth mission was, he heard the familiar sound go off in his head once again.

Though, what he saw next took him completely by surprise.

[Congratulations! You have Completed your Tenth Mission!]

[Your Territory Rank will now be upgraded to Territory Rank 2!]

Leone stood frozen in place after seeing that his tenth mission had been completed without him doing anything.

Of course, it didn’t end there. Since his tenth mission was completed, his Territory Rank had been upgraded to Rank 2, unlocking several powerful abilities that made him completely speechless.

Even Daedalus wasn’t prepared for this sudden turn of events. But since a war between them and the middle-ranked tribes was inevitable, raising his Territory Rank before their armies arrived would give Leone an edge in a battle that many believed to be hopeless.