Chapter 4210: Numerical Advantage (Part 1)

“I’m the leader of this group,” the silvery Horde said, making sure Loma shielded the fungus folk with their body. “I’m Ygri of the Hordes. I was born in Verendi, and this is my continent, son of the Lost Guardian.”

The use of that ancient title—one the other Divine Beast races had given the Isharas out of pity—made the Elder flinch.

“You have no authority here. I won’t let you take my sibling, no matter what you offer. There’s nothing to discuss.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Imosi replied, his tone almost friendly. “We may be outsiders, but we found the fungus folk first. He’s our quarry. You have no claim over him. Hordes can’t reproduce, so none of you are bound by blood.

“You’re no more related than I am to any scorpion crawling through these wastes.”

“Let me make this clear.” Ygri’s voice turned cold. “I don’t care about your arguments. I won’t let you take our youngest. Even if you succeed, you’ll make enemies of the entire Horde race. Are you willing to go to war for this?”