Something like that happened and they barely managed to see some hope. Even the most ordinary clansman was willing to grab that last straw. Whoever dared to make a move against the outsider now wouldn't just be expelled, the best outcome would be being burnt to ashes...
They couldn't make a move against that person for the time being, they absolutely couldn't.
The 3rd Elder clenched his fists, his heart aching from hatred, wishing he could lash at that outsider's body, torturing him to death. But he didn't dare to do anything at the moment.
However, Jers had already become muddle-headed from anger and simply didn't listen. Up till now, he still believed that his first defeat had been due to his carelessness, that he had been sneak attacked.
