Rise of the Werewolves: A New Dominion

"Look, the young chieftain has returned!"

Corvinus, with two war wolf cavalrymen, hadn't even entered the tribe when a large crowd of werewolf villagers congested the entrance.

Corvinus slowed his pace, observing the somber aura of the werewolf villagers on either side, and immediately understood that the news of his cheap father's death had spread throughout the tribe.

For an orc tribe, the chieftain is undoubtedly the backbone of the tribe. The death of a chieftain is a bolt from the blue for any tribe member!

Looking into a sea of eyes that were filled with what seemed like sorrow, as well as anticipation for a new pillar of strength, Corvinus felt somewhat uncomfortable.

This discomfort was not from fear, but from the unfamiliarity of the situation!

Although he was not the only son of his cheap father, he was the only one who had come of age.

Needless to say, the title of chieftain would almost certainly fall upon him.

Yet, he was truly apprehensive.

His cheap father's death had been too sudden. After arriving in this world, he had never imagined that one day he would become a chieftain. After all, the world was so vast, and he had always wanted to explore it.

It was just that his strength did not allow it. He had never considered being bound by the title of chieftain within this small tribe.

However, seeing the eyes of his tribespeople, who looked to him for leadership, Corvinus felt at a loss.

Soon!

He rode his war wolf through the gathered villagers and arrived at the entrance of the council hall.

After all, the Silvermane Tribe was a small one; the so-called council hall was nothing more than a larger wooden structure.

"Young... Chief!"

The two werewolf guards, upon seeing Corvinus's arrival, quickly stepped forward to pay their respects.

Especially in their address, the two guards were very cautious, as they believed Corvinus was destined to be the next chieftain.

"Mm!"

Corvinus dismounted from his war wolf, nodded, and did not ponder much over the guards' intentional address.

After taking a few steps up the stairs, before he could even enter the council hall, he could already see several burly werewolves seated inside.

Especially the seat that belonged to his cheap father was occupied by an aged werewolf elder.

"Corvinus greets his grandfather, second uncle, and fifth uncle!" Corvinus entered the council hall and quickly bowed.

The elder was naturally his grandfather!

Named Barnat.

A sixth-tier powerhouse.

The two werewolves on the left were his father's brothers, the second uncle and fifth uncle, both fifth-tier powerhouses.

"Captain Baggin, Captain Kro!"

Corvinus greeted the two werewolves on the right.

These two werewolves were also captains under his father, both possessing fifth-tier strength.

"Young... Chief!"

The two captains did not dare to be disrespectful either, and immediately responded after Corvinus's greeting.

"Corvinus, you know already?"

The werewolf elder seated at the top, his grandfather, asked with deep eyes.

"Yes, Grandfather!"

"But Grandfather, I don't understand, with Father's wisdom and strength, how could he have died in battle?"

Corvinus feigned sorrow, his eyes filled with confusion.

His cheap father had gone to war this time due to the conscription of the Closs Kingdom, leading over a hundred wolf cavalrymen and three hundred werewolf warriors to respond to the call, heading to the Closs Mountains to fight against the human kingdom.

The Closs Kingdom ruled this region, albeit nominally, as the kingdom had been in decline for a century.

But even in decline, aside from the larger tribes that could ignore the kingdom's conscription, they, the smaller tribes, did not have the power to refuse.

Especially now, with food shortages in the tribes and the human kingdom on the other side of the Closs Mountains being very prosperous, the Closs Kingdom would conscript tribal warriors each year to invade the human kingdom and seize food and various supplies.

"There was an unexpected turn in this invasion. We were not fighting a single human kingdom, but three human kingdoms close to the Closs Mountains. The enemy had many strong warriors, and the Closs Royal Court's orc strongmen could hardly withstand them, so the Closs Kingdom ordered that all those above sixth-tier must face the human strongmen head-on!"

"And the chieftain was killed by a human strongman, not even his body was found."

The one speaking was not his grandfather, but Captain Kro.

Because his cheap father had gone to war this time, Captain Kro had also followed to lead the troops.

"Are human kingdoms very strong?"

Corvinus looked at Captain Kro.

The Closs Mountains were at least six to seven thousand miles away from the Silvermane Tribe, so he was not familiar with the situation in the human kingdoms.

"They are very strong. It is said that this time, the three human kingdoms sent ten legendary-level strongmen to fight against the orc strongmen of the Closs Royal Court, and in the end, at least three legendary-level strongmen from the court perished, and nearly eight hundred thousand orc troops also suffered casualties of at least a hundred thousand in the Closs Mountains."

"Ten legendary-level?"

Corvinus was somewhat shocked.

Legendary-level strongmen were rumored to be able to suppress a nation. The three human kingdoms had sent out ten, and the orc court had lost three.

Corvinus somewhat understood.

In such a war, his cheap father, a mere sixth-tier, was indeed cannon fodder among cannon fodder.

"Don't think too much about it. Legendary-level is too distant for us. Your father's death in such a war was almost predestined!"

Corvinus's grandfather, Barnat, said.

Corvinus glanced at his grandfather; he knew his grandfather was not heartless but had come to terms with it.

Why did he only have an uncle and a second uncle? Because the rest of his uncles were already dead, all killed in tribal wars.

At least in his memory, his father had at least a dozen younger brothers.

"Your father is dead, don't dwell on such matters. The current priority is to elect the next chieftain and quickly stabilize the tribe's morale."

Barnat looked at his grandson.

Corvinus was not his only adult grandson; after all, he had had more than a dozen sons, most of whom had descendants.

But Corvinus was the only direct legitimate grandson. The orc tribe had a tradition of inheritance: the firstborn son of the chieftain was the next chieftain, even if other branches had suitable heirs, this tradition could not be changed.

It was also for the stability of the tribe, completely cutting off the fantasies of other branches' descendants.

"You are the eldest son of Kotas, so after I discussed with your second uncle, fifth uncle, and the two captains, we decided to let you inherit the chieftain's position."

Barnat's expression was solemn.

"Inherit the chieftain?"

Corvinus was taken aback.

"Why, are you unwilling?"

Barnat looked at his grandson.

Not only Barnat, but even Corvinus's second uncle, fifth uncle, and the two captains were also surprised as they looked at him.

"I am willing!"

Corvinus thought of the look in the eyes of the people when he returned, and he felt a sense of responsibility to lead the Silvermane Tribe to grow stronger.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for becoming the chieftain, officially activating the Chieftain's Rule System."

"The system has been activated, please check it out for yourself!"