Chapter 4003

“Yet if you entrust these people to me, I will apply the Desert law. My law. Do you understand?” Salaark looked at Friya, the only one who felt a tinge of compassion for the Yellow Wind tribe.

Lith was Lith, Solus had a strong aversion to slavery ever since Nalear’s attempt to trigger a civil war, and Nalrond saw his Rezar ancestors in the victims of the Yellow Wind tribe.

Solus and Nalrond pitied the children who had already lost one of their parents and were likely to lose the other soon, but that was it. The livelihood of their outlaw tribe revolved around pillage, abuse, and murder.

Punishing those responsible for such crimes wasn’t just fair, it was necessary.

“I understand, Overlord Salaark.” Friya’s words sent everyone crying on their knees. The Yellow Wind tribe wept in despair while everyone else in joy.

A wave of the Guardian’s hand Warped the surviving members of the Yellow Wind tribe to the Justice Halls of her Heavenly Plume palace, where every one of them would face her judgment.

Salaark would read their minds and sentence them according to how and how much they had contributed to the suffering of those they had forced into servitude.