Amis Fidath kept pondering, "The Bull Demon Samson, because he supported the tribal alliance's deployment of troops, led to the Beastmen's defeat. Shortly after reaching the camp, he took his people and left, handing over the leadership of the tribal alliance to me. I have suspected that the Bull Demon Samson would not give up so easily and might have other schemes in mind. Now I can be sure of it, my guess was not wrong."
He looked at Qiudelo, who was crying on the ground, and then glanced at the Black Dragon, whose face was darkened with anger, and suddenly felt a bit of relief, thinking to himself, "If their tribe was still around, it would be impossible for them to pledge loyalty to me. It's lucky that the Bull Demon Samson slaughtered their tribe, and now they have no choice but to turn to me."
"In that case, this is actually a great benefit to me."
"How exactly should I deal with the Bull Demon Samson?"
Amis Fidath pondered for a long time but still had no strategy.
