Many chiefs back then knew that there were things gifted by nature that could give you talents like no other. Some of such things grew on their lands too, something called the language fruit.
There were records of beast of their lands found to be able to talk and understand their language so maybe this beast might just have been able to do so as well.
"Reason, then try it. Because once the gates are large enough then seven others like me will go inside to destroy this place once and for all!!" Marc's words made the chieftains pale.
Some even thought of closing the gates prematurely but they remembered that they have to be by the gates to do so and the gates are behind Marc.
Who seemed to be strong enough to stop them all from getting past him. They were conflicted but they knew they have to convince this one to prevent their world from getting destroyed.
They were so sacred to be able to think straight that some have not picked up on the fact that Marc wore armor. Maybe some did but they did not think much of it yet if they did they would have thought which beast would wear armor.
And who would make armor for such a strong person, yet their ignorance of the world outside made them not dwell too much on these details.
As only in their minds is that if they face the force of eight powerful beings like those outside then it is highly likely they will all perish. The Chieftains looked at each other in panic they knew they must have this Warrior in front of them understand their side of the story.
Urul Bladewind and the Goblin Chieftain spoke as much as they could to explain to Marc and this time they did not hide the truth even from the army behind them.
"So that means you sent an invasion to my home so you all could live?! WHAT THE FUCK?! SO ALL THE INNOCENTS THAT DIED DUE TO YOU ATTACK SHOULD JUST ACCEPT IT ALL? BLOOD MUST BE PAID BY BLOOD!" Marc was indeed angry.
Because he had just thought what might have happened to the first people to have experienced this phenomenon and how many more died in the fog mountains thinking they were defending from a wave.
All because some idiots of this place did this stupid culling process. They had said it started because at first they were indeed culling enough due to them fighting against each other for generations before.
But once one tribe becomes too strong the Dungeon starts the auto culling itself. It wasn't many years later they figured out that once the balance of all tribes are skewed unevenly then they will still experience death.
It wasn't until all five main tribes were only in the thousands left did they unite together but that brought another problem, what will happened once they all get too many in the future.
So the chieftains then devised this crude way of culling and making it some sort of glorious duty. This made the next generations too fanatic that they laid waste to the ones outside until they met the fierce Tyrants of the Wildlands.
It went on until only few remembered the real reason why this event ever kept happening. But the truth of the world dying and them needing a new owner is still apparent so they kept trying and trying.
They did say that they made groups that were small and made of elites to go out and study the world outside and return to then twelve years later but a hundred and twenty years passed and no one came back.
This made them send more beings outside but it was then discovered when they sent the largest amount ever recorded and opened the Gate for longer than they could.
No one could last for more than two months outside their world. They would die of a mark given by the dungeon to everything borne inside.
A mark that would pulse and make them die of agonizing pain as they spent more time away from their home. Nobody knew why it was but it made them realize that the groups they sent before had all died.
Marc was silent about this because he did remember Lady Janice talk about this.
Marc narrowed his eyes as he remembered that the monsters that were captured before were able to communicate to their fellow species outside when they were studied by researchers.
But at some point they all died gruesome deaths that it first brought lots of misunderstanding to many species thinking someone assassinated them and this caused many conflicts.
But it was many times later found they all died due to what was later nicknamed as the death mark. No one knew why they have these but many speculated that this was to prevent more info from spreading outside.
This made many reach the past speculations that there was a world full of monsters wanting to invade the world in the Wildlands thus earned the title as one of the deadliest places in the world.
Who would have thought that it was just because the people inside were desperate and they could not communicate better outside. Maybe the ones captured were soldiers who also thought they have been captured by evil people.
Perspectives really are different in these situations, but Marc put those behind him for now as he has a goal to achieve here. For his later days of laziness, he must do what he must if he thinks it is needed.
"That is why, please let my people go. I will offer my life if that is enough…" the Orc chieftain felt hope, maybe this beast would be able to find a new owner for their dungeon. Because he knew no beast could be allowed by the Holy Artifact who was owned by a powerful human Mage before.
There were notes from their ancestors that only humans will be accepted by the Holy Artifact. Marc did not know this but he will have no problem to that.
"That… is not enough. Why must many die in the past because of your selfishness…" Marc went on full drama mode that he even felt he believed his lies. "…you are all at fault but if what you speak is true then I will all give you a chance."
"I have a voice outside that will make my equals listen to me…" Marc's bullshit technique is being used. "…but that is not enough so you must convince me with your actions warrior. Then I might be inclined to ensure your lives are kept by yourselves."
Marc then jumped from his saddle on Bacon and signaled him to stay back. The large Boar snorted and laid down without a care, he felt that he could even take on these ones in front of him even if he might be severely injured in the end.
So Bacon did not fear his master losing, Marc stood in front of the chieftains and lifted his spear.
"Show me, if you all really want to live then show me your conviction warrior!" Marc looked at the Orc chieftain who was stunned at Marc's words but this gave the orc hope so he stood up and looked at his goblin friend besides him.
"Then I shall show you Great Warrior, my conviction as well as my ancestors." Urul Bladewind picked up his hammer and looked ready to fight.
"It is not his convictions, but ours also." Untlac the Lizardman chief stepped forward as well.
"Brother!" Ilac was about to go forward but her brother looked backed at her making her stop.
"This is only something we the Chieftains could participate in…" Untlac looked to his side and there was the Dark Elf Matriarch holding her Bow and her magic ready.
"Well, it's been a while since I've held my bow…" Imlis looked seriously towards Marc who stood still then towards her friend besides her.
"Like old times?" Imlis asked.
"Like old times…" Magla the tall werewolf-like kobold said as she held her mace.
"Tis gonna be annoyin havin ta fight at my age but wez gonna hafta show our Conviction yeah?" Wrinkly Nutsbitah held daggers in his hands as he and the other chiefs could feel the attention of Marc focusing on them.
"Now…" Marc said but suddenly his form blurred and an arrow whizzed past where he stood before.
"So fast!" Imlis said in shock as she did not think Marc could even move before she fired.
"Duck!!" Magla shouted as she swung her mace to meet the spear of Marc cleaving towards Imlis.
The Elf rolled forward while Urul and Untlac charged to help Magla who is now kneeling from the force Marc showed.
Marc did not speak as he twisted his body and kicked something behind him only for the Goblin Chief to appear and got hit by his left leg.
He was sent back far but he was able to abate the damage by somersaulting to lessen it. Urul and Untlac arrived but Marc attacked again as he twisted his upper body to swing his spear to stop Urul's hammer.
Untlac's spear then was met with a buckler on Marc's right hand. Magal took this chance to try and tackle Marc but he gracefully dodge and pulled out a small axe to hit Magla with it.