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The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with anger, and his voice was as piercing as the winter wind. He stared at Alan and Sarah with contempt and anger.
"I, Alanz, as the chief of the Arodi tribe, have never seen anyone so arrogant and presumptuous!" He pounded his chest with a dull sound. "Do you think that by coming here and speaking a few words of rebellion, we nomads will unconditionally risk our lives with you? Do you take us for fools?"
His words were filled with distrust and anger, as if questioning Alan and Sara's intentions and abilities. The surrounding nomads listened to Alan's words, nodding in agreement, their eyes also flashing with distrust and vigilance.
Alan took a deep breath, knowing that this negotiation would not be easy, but he still insisted on his position. He calmly said to Aranz, "I understand your distrust, but we are not here to command or exploit you. We just want to find like-minded warriors to fight together against a common enemy."
Sara also added softly, "We know what you have been through, and we understand the suffering you have endured over the years. We are not here to speak falsely, but rather to hope to find a common way out."
Alan's voice was filled with indescribable pain and anger. Every word of his seemed to tremble, conveying deep despair and frustration.
"You say you understand what we've been through?" he almost shouted, "We've been caught between Asturia and the Berno Federation, forced to eke out a living between the two countries. Then Asturia drew our borders ten years ago, shrinking our territory and imposing heavier taxes on us! We simply petitioned the border tax officials, and we were labeled as rebels, branded as insurgents, and they conducted a massive purge across the entire wasteland. Do you say you understand? Do you really understand this pain?"
His eyes were filled with painful memories, each word seemed to recount that distant and painful history. The surrounding nomads also fell silent, their eyes shimmering with the suffering they had been forced to endure.
Alan listened to Alanz's words, and a deep sense of empathy welled up in his heart. He knew he couldn't fully understand everything these nomads had been through, but his heart was filled with sympathy and respect for them.
"I know I can't fully understand the suffering you've endured," Alan responded sincerely, "but our goal is the same - to resist the forces that oppress us. I, too, was once a slave, and I've experienced injustice and suffering. We hope to fight alongside you and find a way out together."
Sara also added, "We are not here to ask for your unconditional support, but to hope for the opportunity to show our sincerity. We believe that only by uniting can we possibly stand against those powerful enemies."
But in Alan's eyes, there was only wariness and distrust, and his voice was full of mockery and indifference. "I don't care what you say," Alan said coldly, "I don't know if this is another Asturia conspiracy, trying to trick us into saying something 'disloyal.' I'm telling you, if you want to go crazy, go ahead! But don't come to our Arodi tribe to go crazy!"
His words carry a strong sense of self-protection, as if in this cruel world, any external help would only bring greater disaster. His attitude is clear and firm, showing his deep suspicion of outsiders.
Alan and Sarah exchanged a glance, both sensing the anger and helplessness in Alan's words. A hint of regret showed in Alan's eyes, knowing that this deep-rooted distrust could not be broken overnight.
"We understand your concerns," Alan said earnestly, "We are not here to impose our will on you. We just hope to find a common path to confront those who oppress us. However, since you are unwilling, we will not force it."
Sara nodded silently, her eyes revealing both understanding of Alan's attitude and a hint of helplessness. She knew that sometimes, people shrouded in oppression and suffering are more afraid to take on new risks.
"We will leave," Sarah finally said, "but if one day you are willing to fight alongside us, our door will always be open to you."
Alan and Sarah slowly mounted their horses, unable to hide their disappointment on their faces. The roar of Alanz behind them echoed, filled with the meaning of expulsion and anger: "Get out! Get out quickly! The farther, the better!"
On the side, the wolves tightly bound by ropes also seemed to sense their master's anger. They snarled fiercely at Alan and Sarah, their sharp eyes seeming to want to tear the two apart. The threat of these wolves and the hostility of the tribal leader made the two more certain that the Arrodi tribe was not the ideal place to find allies.
Alan and Sarah exchanged a glance on horseback, understanding each other without speaking. Alan thought to himself that even if the Arrodi tribe was unwilling to join their cause, there were other tribes in The Saridoro Wilderness they could seek cooperation with. Their path of revenge was not ending here; they just needed to find a new starting point.
"We will find allies," Alan said firmly to Sarah, "if not the Arodi tribe, then another tribe. Our battle has only just begun."
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