As the Barbarian King, he did not practice mana but that did not mean he was a weak person. In fact, his strength was similar to a level nine supreme paragon. He had all the ability a level nine supreme paragon should have. Thus, he was quite surprised to see Severin had become a level eight royal paragon.
Nevertheless, he was very good at controlling his emotions. He had a friendly smile on his face and said, "I guess you must be Severin. Do you know how popular and famous you are now in Bleurealm?"
Severin smiled. "Yes, I'm Severin but I don't think I deserve that popularity."
"You fought and killed four saintmen at the Eastern Sea. If you don't deserve it, no one in the barbaric clan would dare to call themselves a prodigy." Allen laughed out loud.
After that, he clapped his hands. A maid walked into the tent with a tray in her hand. It had hot tea and cups. Then she served the tea to Carson and Severin.
Carson and Severin went on to sit down. Carson took a sip of the tea and said, "King Allen, you must have figured out why we are here."
Allen was stunned after hearing that but that did not last long. He then smiled and nodded. "I heard your sect is having a war with the Primordial Sacred Land. Many people died because of the war. So I presume you are here to ally with me."
The barbaric lived in the prairie around the lake. However, the land up in the north was just an ice field with a thin level of spiritual energy. They did not isolate themselves from the outside world.
On the contrary, groups of businessmen traveled to Eastplain and Midcity to trade every year. In the meantime, they also collected many information and stayed updated on the news of the other countries.
Allen got a shock but he was good at controlling his emotions. He gave Carson a cold glare and said, "That reason is not good enough."
Carson sneered and said, "It was not my elder who killed Darius during the fight at the Eastern Sea. The Wicked Tribe and the Darkness Sacred Land agreed to join in hand together with the Primordial Sacred Land too. Thus, Old Adrian made a bold assumption that the Primordial Sacred Land could be working together with Ancestora!"
Allen jumped up from his chair and said sternly with an angry face, "He has no proof!"
Tristram was also in the meeting. His expression changed drastically and his body started to shiver. Northsea Barbaric clan was the bloodline descendants of the twelve guardians of the Green Emperor.
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