King-Chapter 1077 - 155, Roll Up_2

Hudson couldn’t believe that the Orc Royal Family wouldn’t be afraid, given the cautionary tale of the Bimon Clan.

Disabling one Imperial Court was the beginning of another free-for-all.

The current state of the Orc Prairie, while not a river of blood, was now on the brink as the battle for the throne began to unfold.

With the situation developing to this point, even the united front of the Five Royal Clans was ineffective. The Bimon Clan, with their greatly diminished strength and heavy population losses, were now struggling to control their vassal races.

Many small and medium Bimon tribes discreetly vanished from the prairie due to various "accidents." frёewebηovel.cѳm

Had King Bimon Alexander not reacted quickly and renounced his claim to the throne, these "accidents" would likely have become the norm.

The other four clans considered helping the Bimons, but they were in poor situations themselves. A series of defeats on the battlefield ultimately shook the foundation of their rule.

When the Royal Family no longer has overwhelming power over the others, it ceases to be a royal family. The fact that the other races are contesting for the throne is a deliberate act by the other four Royal Families.

Tensions suppressed by force bubble up the moment that the advantage of strength vanishes.

There’s no better time to ignite conflict between the races, to weaken them; otherwise, the Orc Royal Family might find the spearhead pointed directly at them.

There’s no doubt that the Alpha Kingdom, as a good neighbor, had a hand in the darkness.

Smuggler caravans along the border have become more active, offering various forms of assistance to those involved in the infighting.

If not for the significant differences between races and the impracticality of people mingling within the Orc Empire, the internal conflict could have escalated into civil war.

The problem is evident to all, yet everyone uses overt strategies. With a vacancy in the Royal Throne, who could resist the temptation?

The full involvement of the Four Royal Families could potentially quell the strife, but it could also send them falling into an abyss.

Without stirring infighting among the lesser races, allowing them to vent their frustrations, it’s feasible that they might unite against them.

For their own safety, the best choice is to fan the flames, to watch the major races fight amongst themselves, to elect a new royalty, and then resume the shared governance of the Five Royal Clans.

"I know you’re capable, but the battlefield is blind to skill; what if something unforeseen happens, how will we cope alone as widows and orphans?"

Melissa said, annoyed.

No joke, without Hudson, the Koslow Family would be divided up within decades.

The legacy of his fame might only support them for around a decade or so. Once the veterans who followed him through his campaigns grow old, others will show no mercy.

"Relax, that day will never come. Besides, I’ve got a backup plan, so even in the worst-case scenario, you’ll all be safe!"

Hudson said with a calm face.

Suddenly sensing something, Belsden sprang from behind and picked up the Bear’s Paw to watch the drama unfold.

Following suit, a miniaturized Maxim appeared in Hudson’s view, waving his paws as if to say:

"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your family, as long as you leave the treasure behind."

The comedic scene immediately turned Hudson’s face ashen.

The slap came too quickly. The Dragon’s loyalty existed, but its contrariness was far too high.

The situation with the shameless Bear was slightly better, but he was also waiting for Hudson to make a fool of himself. The Memory Stones placed around were an indication that Belsden was collecting more of Master Hudson’s incriminating moments.

The comedic scene unfolded, easing Melissa’s tension considerably.

With two Sanctuary Powerhouses guarding them, as long as Hudson didn’t court death himself, survival was virtually guaranteed.

Even the Elf Race, with the highest number of open Sanctuary Powerhouses—four Sanctuary beings plus a Unicorn—couldn’t possibly come together to ambush him, could they?

Besides, even if they set up an ambush, success wasn’t guaranteed. Being unable to win didn’t mean being unable to escape.

Hudson knew his mount’s nature too well.

Stubborn resistance was out of the question; if danger was sensed, there was no need for his command; they would bolt at the first opportunity.

The interlude ended, and Hudson’s sense of crisis returned. If there is no danger under normal circumstances, there remain the unusual ones.

As his status rose, so did the number of those who wished him dead. With targeted plotting against the unsuspecting, Hudson couldn’t guarantee smooth sailing every time.

"Strength" was still insufficient—if his own power had reached the Sanctuary, it’s unlikely anyone would entertain such thoughts.

A pity Hudson’s time for cultivation was too short; even with the help of the Mysterious Compass, both his knighthood and magic remained at the Sixth Order. (Golden Knight/Great Warlock)

If his own strength couldn’t break through qualitatively in the short term, advancing to the Seventh or Eighth Order wouldn’t make much difference. He could only hope that the Dragon and Bear would be able to push through to the second level of Sanctuary sooner.

Then Hudson dismissed this unreliable thought; his own advancements were already phenomenal, but Belsden and Maxim had it even better.

A journey that should have taken centuries was completed in just a few years. Once the benefits from their bloodlines were depleted, it was all up to their own understanding.

If the advancement were easy, there would be no need for a "King" title. Whether it’s the Dragon King or the Bear King, both are cherished changes.

Dragons were a better case; at least there were Dragon Kings in their race. As for whether there were any living Bear Kings in the Earth Bear Clan, even Belsden had no clue.

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