"Good evening, my people!"
As the tribal hierarchy, including Lothar, wondered what Corvinus was up to, Corvinus appeared at the center of the altar.
His figure looked down upon everyone, and his loud voice echoed in everyone's ears, drawing all eyes to the altar where Corvinus stood.
"The original members of the Silvermane Tribe surely know me, but some of the newly joined members might not. Let me introduce myself. I am Corvinus, the chieftain of the Silvermane Tribe."
"I don't care who you were before, but everyone here today, from now on, will be a member of the Silvermane Tribe. You are Silvermane while you live, and even in death, you will be the spirits of Silvermane."
"This is unchangeable!" Corvinus's words were both loud and domineering.
Most of the werewolves listened indifferently, and some laughed inwardly. If fallen warriors truly became spirits, they would be the servants of the hellish kings, not recognizing the Silvermane Tribe.
"You all know we are in the era of famine, with immense pressure on food supplies, and many tribes are starving or fleeing their homes."
"You should be grateful that the Silvermane Tribe still has surplus food, which can last for a very long time. Similarly, those who joined the Silvermane Tribe today should also be grateful for joining us!"
His words resonated with many werewolves who felt a sense of relief. They were all from the four tribes.
They knew all too well that their small tribes were rationing food to the point that in less than a month, they would face starvation or become refugees.
Wasn't joining the Silvermane Tribe at this time a stroke of luck?
All the werewolves who thought of this issue could not deny this fact.
"Impressive!" Among the tribal hierarchy, Thadon listened to Corvinus's speech and observed the changes in the expressions of the surrounding werewolves, unable to help but praise.
This young chieftain, with every word, was appeasing the newly annexed werewolves, showing them the difference of the Silvermane Tribe while highlighting the weaknesses of their own tribes.
A sane person would understand that when discarding the old for something better and more perfect, no one cares about the old thing that was discarded.
These werewolves from the four tribes were no exception.
If their tribes were on the verge of famine and they had just joined a tribe without famine, they would soon forget the tribes that would suffer from famine.
After all, they needed to survive, and the sadness for the loss of their old home was temporary; they would continue to cheer for their new home.
The other tribal hierarchs also saw through Corvinus's intentions.
Lothar looked at Corvinus's confident and imposing figure, truly like a king, filled with a monarch's aura.
At this moment, Lothar suddenly resolved the doubts in his heart, and he felt that perhaps it was fortunate for them to have Corvinus, his nephew, as the chieftain.
Reynoldz's face was also complex. He was the most vocal at the beginning, but now he gradually accepted Corvinus, which was a reluctant choice.
However, looking at the figure on the altar, this nephew whom he did not favor, suddenly radiated an undeniable brilliance. In a short moment, he thought a lot, asking himself, if he were the chieftain, what would he do in the face of the coalition?
Would he dare to annex the four tribes at this time?
And after annexation, what would he do?
These questions filled his mind, and in the end, he had no choice but to realize that he might not even be able to deal with the coalition.
"Indeed, Corvinus is formidable. When I don't understand, he always gives unexpected results." Reynoldz laughed with relief.
Huh?
The other hierarchs were puzzled. Weren't you not on good terms with the chieftain?
Lothar was surprised by Reynoldz. This stubborn fifth brother was actually praising Corvinus.
Reynoldz ignored the others; after all, this was not the occasion for explanations.
At this moment, Corvinus's voice rang out again.
"But this luck, if you want it to continue, I can't do it alone. It requires you, all the people of the tribe, to work together and contribute to the tribe, to get through the era of famine together."
"As the chieftain, I promise that as long as I am the chieftain, I will stand with you, to get through the era of famine, to contribute to the development of the tribe, and to bring the tribe to its peak."
"Silvermane will rise, it is destined!"
"But in the rise, many people are needed!" Corvinus turned around, scanning everyone with his eyes, then spread his arms, and asked in the silent scene, "Are you willing to promote the rise of Silvermane?"
"Tell me loudly?" Corvinus roared.
"Willing, we are willing!" Some responded, but these voices were small.
Corvinus's gaze turned to his family, his mother, and his younger siblings who shouted it out.
"We are also willing, willing to follow the chieftain and Silvermane on the road to rise." Others responded, and Corvinus turned his head again; it was his second uncle Lothar, fifth uncle Reynoldz, Kro, Bagin, and other hierarchs.
"I am also willing, Chieftain!" Another childish voice reached Corvinus's ears, and he turned his head again.
It was a small, underage werewolf who stubbornly squeezed through the crowded adult werewolves and shouted.
"I am also willing!"
"And me, as a werewolf of Silvermane, how could I not want Silvermane to reach its peak?"
"Me too, although I wasn't yesterday, but from today on, I am a member of Silvermane, and I am willing to follow the chieftain on the road to rise."
"I am willing!"
"I am willing!"
...
More and more people shouted "I am willing." In just a few minutes, the surroundings of the altar seemed to turn into a bustling marketplace.
But as an observer, Corvinus did not hear the noise; instead, he heard the future of the tribe.
Corvinus watched quietly for a long time, then exerted all his strength and shouted again, "Are you willing?"
"Are you willing to work hard for the rise of the tribe?"
Suddenly, like a bustling marketplace, it became instantly quiet, and thousands of eyes looked at Corvinus, fanatically shouting, "We are willing!"
At this moment, these four words seemed to emit infinite power, and even the clouds in the night sky began to move, revealing the soft light of the moon.
Corvinus looked at the fanatical and atmosphere-heated people, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the first step of his plan was perfectly achieved.
He softened his throat and motioned with both hands for the scene to be quiet.
"As you all know, yesterday our tribe experienced a war!"
"A wrong war, a war that should not have happened."