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The sheer conviction in Vatagash’s opinion could have caused an earthquake in the underworld. Rurek couldn’t help but agree with his friend’s sharp remark.
“Indeed. There are two options. One is a backward tribe of some kind of ‘Eyed Ones.’ They live primitively, are trusting, and then people come along, and suddenly our Furies are enslaved and mining ore for them. The other is Claws, which are superior to the Eyed Ones in every way and can easily defeat humans. What was I saying…?” Rurek’s voice sounded extremely peaceful. “You are a hunter, chief. You observe your prey, study its habits, and so on. All of this has made you a great warrior and a destroyer of humans. There is no reason to hide your strengths. Without these strengths, we cannot defeat the heavily armed Cheesemen. They have some kind of powerful Wizard, spies, and who knows what else. Now is not the time to argue. We have a common enemy, and that enemy must be eliminated. I think everyone agrees with that. I propose an alliance to you, chief. Let’s join forces and crush the Cheesemen! It will be a long and difficult battle. The enemy is incredibly dangerous and strong. If we don’t unite, they will cut us down one by one. Besides, I can also bring the Elves to our side. As for what to do with the rest of the humans… we are not Humans, so we won’t try to predict the future. We’ll figure it out later.”
What a cunning fellow he is. He sets traps, goes to the gym more often than he eats, makes plans, and still calls himself an ordinary Fury! Yes, that’s how Furies have always looked throughout their history