I Can See All The Bosses' Drops-Chapter 697 - 687: The Crisis of the Dragon Race

"Ten measures of grain!"

In the small square of the Dragon Tribe, Brant looked at the freshly harvested grain laid out in front of him, with an expression of heartache:

"Without these ten measures of grain, for nearly a hundred days and nights to come, we'll have to split one meal into three parts."

"Where will we get the strength to go hunting?"

At this moment, the other members of the Dragon Tribe had already received the news and rushed over.

Thousands of people gathered around the square, discussing fervently.

Soon, this matter spread thoroughly throughout the tribe.

Everyone's face was filled with anger and indignation:

"Are those barbarians trying to exterminate us?"

"Ten measures of grain, they're trying to take our lives!"

"How can this be, didn't we already give them half of our land a month ago?"

Suddenly, a strong man, full of anger, said:

"Clan Leader, let's fight them."

"If worst comes to worst, we'll perish together; no one will have it easy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding people began to echo intensely:

"Yes, let's fight them."

"We've yielded time and again, now we're left with just these few plots of land and grain to survive."

"Since they won't let us live, we won't let them get away either."

"Right!"

"So be it, death, who fears whom?"

Listening to the heartfelt voices of his tribesmen, Brant was deeply moved, impulsively saying:

"Clan Leader!"

"I am willing to be the vanguard and fight to the death with those barbarians."

At this moment, people around began raising their hands, saying:

"Me too!"

"I'm willing to go too."

"Count me in."

...

However, at this moment, the Clan Leader Sigmund of the Dragon Tribe suddenly raised his hand.

Although he didn't say a word, the voices around him gradually quieted down, until they disappeared.

The entire square of thousands of people became calm due to Sigmund's one gesture.

All the men and women of all ages quietly watched this revered clan leader.

It was only then Sigmund slowly spoke:

"A thousand years."

The crowd was puzzled.

Sigmund continued:

"We've been trapped here for almost a thousand years."

"A thousand years, how many days and nights is that!"

Looking at the familiar faces around him, yellowed due to malnutrition, Sigmund gave a bitter smile:

"Do you think our ancestors, who endured here for eons of days and nights, did so because they were afraid of death?"

For the first time!

The thousands of tribesmen of the Dragon Tribe heard Sigmund say these words for the first time.

Brant was puzzled and asked:

"If it's not fear of death, then why tolerate and retreat again and again?"

Sigmund stood in place, looking around.

In fact, those who just yelled about fighting the Half-Beastman Race were mostly young and inexperienced.

At this moment, the eyes of the vast majority of people revealed not only anger but also numbness towards life and despair for the future.

At this moment, Sigmund's heart was also filled with endless anger and unwillingness towards the actions of the half-beastmen.

If he could, there was a moment he wanted, as his tribesmen suggested, to directly fight the Half-Beastman Race to the death.

Anyway, if they lost this food, life in the future would be worse than death.

But he couldn't!

Because he still carried the hope of the Dragon Race's revival on his shoulders.

He couldn't let his race disappear into the long river of history in this way.

Especially when the opponents were considered a lowly race.

Perhaps now in the entire Dragon Tribe, only a few people know the truth of history.

The Dragon Race was supposed to be the most powerful race on a continent named Hundred Races Continent.

There lived nearly a hundred different races, billions of beings.

There, the Dragon Race was the greatest sovereign with the ultimate right to speak.

It was because of a betrayal that they were sealed here, and their due brilliance was erased.

Deep within Sigmund's heart, there remained a sliver of hope.

Not only Sigmund, but every clan leader over the millennia, and all those who knew the truth.

They all held the same hope:

The Dragon Race would one day escape from here and soar the skies again, regaining the supreme glory belonging to the Dragon Race.

Let all beings tremble under the majesty of the Dragon Race;

Let every tribesman regain control of their destiny;

Instead of living as subordinates, unable to even control life and death.

These thousands of thoughts flashed through Sigmund's mind, and under the hopeful gaze of all, Sigmund spoke again:

"Brant!"

The mentioned Brant shivered in response:

"Present."

Sigmund said:

"Tomorrow, you will lead..."

Brant's face suddenly showed a flush of excitement, and before Sigmund finished speaking, he shouted excitedly:

"I will not let the clan leader down."

"I will face death fearlessly and make those idiots pay."

However, just as Brant finished speaking, Sigmund was furious:

"Fool!"

"Do you know what you're saying?!"

Seeing Sigmund's face turn red with anger, Brant calmed down instantly, confused and asked:

"What do you mean?"

After taking a deep breath, Sigmund spoke again:

"Tomorrow you will lead Hunting Team 2 to exchange the ten measures of grain for people."

Upon finishing, those around were stunned, bursting into an uproar.

Yet Sigmund seemed much older, as he staggered and turned to leave.

When Brant came to his senses, he shouted at Sigmund's back:

"Why?"

"Clan Leader, don't you know you're aiding the evildoer by doing this?"

"Satisfy them this time, but what about next time?"

"And the time after that?"

"Recently, those barbarians' intentions towards us have become increasingly clear."

"Why are you still so stubborn?"

"Yielding time and again cannot earn respect."

Speaking passionately, Brant even shouted recklessly:

"You're nothing but a downright coward!"

At those words, silence fell again.

Everyone wore a look of disbelief, staring at Brant.

Sigmund's departing steps halted instantly.

The nearby Belica was equally stunned by Brant's words, her eyes wide with shock, then reacted by cursing at Brant:

"Brant, are you crazy!"

"Do you know what you're saying?"

"Hurry and apologize to the Clan Leader."

At this time, Sigmund suddenly spoke:

"Brant is right, I am a coward."

"Until the last moment, the life of every tribesman is more important than anything else."

"I fear losing anyone present."

"If someone really has to die..."

Belica seemed to understand what Sigmund was about to say, suddenly exclaiming:

"Clan Leader!"

"The first to die should be me, this old fool."

After saying this, Sigmund no longer heeded anyone, slowly disappearing from everyone's view.

Brant was stunned by Sigmund's words, left in shock!

...

"Look, could that be a tribe up ahead?"

Tian Ci suddenly pointed towards the fenced area in the distance, exclaimed in surprise.

Lin Yi said:

"Let's go take a look."