With Gu Shengyin’s words, Ovis was clearly full of vigor.
The very next day, he gathered the core members of the Owl Clan and announced the news.
The Beastmen are warlike by nature, and the new Clan Leader’s speech left many spirited and eager, with numerous Beastmen rubbing their hands together, willing to follow the Clan Leader in enhancing the glory of the Owl Clan.
Ovis’s lips curled up in a determined smile; he knew no Beastman could refuse such a proposal.
Unnoticed by any tribe on the vast plains, the Owl Clan had already entered a state of urgent war preparation.
The whole tribe began an unprecedented flurry of activity, with Male Beasts going out to hunt as much as possible, and Female Beasts working day and night to prepare various foods, provisions, and clothing for warmth against the cold.
Separated by the Great River, Vika, indulging in the warmth of a Male Beast, suddenly received instructions from Gu Shengyin: the Strength Tribe should start preparing for war as soon as possible.
Her heart stirred, understanding that the Owl Clan was about to make a move.
Pushing away the furry big head resting on her chest, Vika chuckled, "Barut, I have a favor to ask of you..."
The Beastman named Barut looked at Vika with an exceedingly infatuated gaze, nodding vigorously at her words.
Three months’ time, that was what Ovis gave the Beastmen of the Owl Clan to prepare, and it was also the deadline Gu Shengyin set for Vika.
Three months later, a lightning-fast surprise attack launched by the Owl Clan swept across the plains.
The surrounding tribes hadn’t even had time to react before they were crushed by the ferocious onslaught of the Owl Clan.
It was then that they saw the fearsome fangs hidden beneath the calm facade of the Owl Clan, which had been silent for so long.
In the face of overwhelming power, these tribes had no chance to resist.
And, as if by prior agreement, as the Owl Clan launched their offensive, the Strength Tribe also began their attacks on the neighboring tribes.
Though not as swift as the Owl Clan, the Strength Tribe nonetheless held the title of sovereign on the other side of the Great River, and the territories of the two tribes began to draw closer step by step.
This war lasted a full two years.
The Owl Clan completely unified the plains on this side of the river, and just as everyone was guessing they would turn their sights to the other side of the Great River, Ovis issued an order to recuperate and procreate.
"Lord Wu Luo." Ovis himself, holding thin slices of meat cut like cicada wings, came into the tent where Gu Shengyin was.
With continuous campaigns, a fixed abode was naturally impossible, and so Gu Shengyin "conveniently" invented tents highly suitable for military campaigns.
Ovis looked at the High Priest with some distress; constantly traveling, the strong physiques of Male Beasts naturally weren’t affected, but Lord Wu Luo was famously delicate, and such a lifestyle had made her already pale complexion even more colorless, almost as if she might shatter with a bit more pressure.
In fact, Gu Shengyin was not as fragile as they imagined, and even her Witch Power had reached a terrifying level, likely making her no less formidable than some Male Beastmen.
But for some reason, this body’s internal state was only known to her; to others, it indeed seemed, fragile as if even the wind dared not blow too harshly on her.