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Actually, my words carried a hidden meaning. First, I hinted that during the subjugation of Fontainebleau, the Snow Wolf Tribe did not contribute any effort. Then I brought up the Northern War, naturally reminding them of the artifacts "Doomsday Horn" and the forbidden spell "Tears of the Firmament," both of which I had contributed to. Otherwise, the entire Northern Legion might have been buried in the Crystal Grand Canyon by now.

"No, no, Lord Xuanfeng, you have contributed countless merits to the alliance. The fact that the Snow Wolf Tribe has a hero as outstanding as you is a blessing from the War God and a pride for all of our kind. To me, you will always be the most loyal and revered warrior of the Snow Wolf Tribe. Meeting you has always been my desire," Chieftain Aihain replied shrewdly, smoothly sidestepping my implications while firmly emphasizing my identity as part of the Snow Wolf Tribe, leaving me no room to decline.

We exchanged insincere compliments for a while longer before the other party finally steered the conversation to the main topic.

"Lord Xuanfeng, a few days ago, my daughter Electra was ignorant and somehow ended up having a misunderstanding with you due to some rumors. Please don't hold it against her. In my eyes, you will always be the most loyal and respected warrior of the Snow Wolf Tribe. The entire tribe stands with you, so please don't have any misgivings."

"Chieftain, you joke. I was in a bad mood that day and offended Miss Electra. It is I who should apologize."

Misgivings? Hmph, afraid I might expose the truth, leaving both sides in an awkward position? However, although my strength has greatly increased, the Snow Wolf Tribe still holds a numerical advantage and has a long history, meaning they must have considerable hidden strength. Why are they in such a rush and showing such humility? Could it be that...

A possibility occurred to me, but I needed to test it.

"Chieftain, I heard that the Northern Legion will join forces with the War God Corridor troops to officially invade the human world. What role will the Snow Wolf Legion play in this war?" I asked casually.

"Haha, about that..." The chieftain's expression remained unchanged, but his words hesitated.

"Hmph!" Paran suddenly snorted beside him.

Indeed, as soon as I mentioned this, Chieftain Aihain showed no reaction, but his son Paran's expression changed immediately. It seems this young man's cultivation is still lacking, but my guess is likely true. They came to see me so quickly instead of negotiating after returning to the Snow Wolf Plains because they have already been assigned tasks and have no chance to bring the army back home. Moreover, the task probably offers little benefit, making the Snow Wolf Tribe dissatisfied, forcing them to swallow their pride and come to me for a solution.

"Enough with the pretense. I believe we all understand the situation by now," interrupted the Snow Wolf Tribe's Sword Saint "Desert Wolf" Jehat, raising his head. His green eyes gleamed like swords. "Lord Xuanfeng, I believe you have guessed the situation. During today's strategic meeting, the Orc King proposed incorporating the Snow Wolf Legion into his western frontline to serve as the main cavalry force attacking the Viking Empire. Fighting alongside the Lion Tribe, who are known for their hard battles, the losses during the war will be immense. But more importantly, the post-war gains will be highly disadvantageous for the Snow Wolf Tribe. Among all war spoils, only land truly determines the fate of a race. Our Snow Wolf lineage can only flourish on vast plains. The Viking Empire, however, is a mountainous and hilly country. If our tribe is confined there, alongside the formidable Lion Tribe, there will come a day when we are surpassed by the Red Wolf, Gray Wolf, and Black Wolf tribes, ultimately becoming vassals of the Lion Tribe."

"So that's the situation. What do you expect from me? Do you think I can alter the Orc King's strategy?"

"Of course not. The entire southern campaign plan is almost finalized, and such a significant change is beyond anyone's authority. However, apart from the Snow Wolf Legion assigned to the western frontline, we can still gather around 50,000 troops. We hope they can join your eastern frontline forces and attack the human Os Kingdom. This way, the Snow Wolf Tribe can secure a share in the distribution of the Golden Great Plains."

Among the four sacred kingdoms following the Temple, the Sacred Fasin Kingdom is in the southeast, bordering the Mercenary Empire. The Sacred Roman Kingdom is in the southwest, where Saint Spirit Mountain is located. These two countries only occupy small parts of the Golden Great Plains. The main contest over the Golden Great Plains is between the northwestern Sacred Os Kingdom, adjacent to Fontainebleau, and the northeastern Sacred Inlan Kingdom, bordering the Viking Empire. According to the orc battle results distribution principles, if the Snow Wolf Tribe plays a significant role in the conquest of the Sacred Os Kingdom, they can indeed participate in the division of the Golden Great Plains. However, I have become the "Sword Saint," an identity independent of racial ties. With only 3,000 Snow Wolf Knights under my command, attributing my achievements to the Snow Wolf Tribe would not be accepted. Only by bringing more of their people under my command can they naturally share the spoils.

But isn't this using me as a scapegoat? The elite of the Snow Wolf Tribe is in the Northern Legion. Claiming to gather another 50,000 troops might involve conscripting the elderly, women, and children, similar to the barbarians. Those forces would not only be useless but also become a burden, distracting me and trying to claim credit for my victories. After previously attempting to scheme against me, they now change their tune when the situation turns unfavorable. Are the orcs so shameless?

Seeing my silence, the three of them grew uneasy. After all, as a young wolf, I am not just any clansman. Trying to suppress me with the chieftain's authority would be futile. The tribe did not assist me when I was rising, claiming they were defending the northern country and creating a safe situation for me. However, I also made significant contributions during the Northern War, so I owe the tribe nothing. Convincing me will be quite difficult.

The tense silence grew unbearable, and the impatient Paran, the chieftain's son, finally slammed his hand on the table and said angrily, "Don't think we are begging you for something. In the alliance, an orc without tribal support will never have status. If the Snow Wolf Tribe falls, do you think you can remain unaffected?"