The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 268 Migration

"Although the place is small, it is enough for you and your people to live here."

Weiss's voice echoed in the somewhat empty space, revealing an undeniable confidence.

The race to which Black Dwarf belongs has been ravaged by years of continuous warfare for Thanos.

War is like a merciless meat grinder, devouring the lives of most young and middle-aged people.

Those once strong and energetic soldiers fell in one brutal battle after another, leaving behind only shattered families.

Today, most of the remaining members of the community are the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled.

The entire population of the tribe is no more than 10. This number is so small and fragile for a once glorious mercenary tribe, like a candle flame flickering in a storm, which may be extinguished at any time.

Upon hearing Wess's suggestion, Black Dwarf's heart stirred.

He desperately wanted to find a safe haven for his people, to keep them away from the turmoil of war and free them from fear.

Although this space currently appears somewhat small and rudimentary, if it can truly become a new home for the tribesmen, as Wes says, it would undoubtedly be an extremely tempting option.

However, deep down, Black Dwarf was filled with doubts.

He didn't trust Wess, after all, they had only just met, and as enemies at that.

Bringing his people here means handing over the power of life and death of the entire clan to Wes. How is that any different from what he did with Thanos?

Under Thanos's control, although they had temporary protection of their survival, they were forced into endless slaughter and lost their freedom and dignity.

Now, Wes's proposal is like a seemingly attractive trap, and Black Dwarf doesn't know what awaits his people once they step into it.

However, it seems he has no other choice.

In this vast universe, they have made countless enemies. The forces they have harmed are all eyeing them covetously, ready to retaliate against their people at any time.

Thanos's promises are so unreliable; if he dies, his people will be plunged into dire straits.

Black Dwarf was caught in a deep dilemma, becoming hesitant and furrowing his brow.

"Think about it carefully."

Wes's voice was calm and steady. He knew that this decision was too important for Black Dwarf to be forced in any way.

He was willing to give Black Dwarf ample time to weigh the pros and cons, after all, it concerned the life and death of an entire race.

Every passing second felt like a sharp blade cutting into the heart of the black dwarf.

He knew perfectly well that if he delayed even a second longer, his people might face annihilation.

Those potential enemies were like hungry wolves lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting tribesmen at any moment.

He himself was tormented by the conflict between trust and doubt.

His mind kept flashing back to the suffering faces of his people, and the images of the soldiers who had lost their lives in the war.

After this endless struggle, he finally decided to take a gamble.

This is a high-stakes gamble, with the future of the entire community and his own life at stake.

He took a deep breath, a resounding fire of determination rekindling in his eyes, and looked at Wes, saying, "Save my people, and my life is yours."

Black Dwarf quickly located Wes and then reported a coordinate.

Wes's lips curled up slightly; he sensed Black Dwarf's determination.

Without any delay, the two immediately piloted their spaceship and sped towards the coordinates.

The spaceship streaked across the universe in a brilliant arc of light before making a space jump.

Amidst the flashes of light, they arrived at the home planet of the black dwarf.

This place is desolate, with yellow sand flying everywhere, like a wasteland forgotten by the world.

The wind howled, and the swirling sand and dust, like a giant yellow dragon, ravaged this once beautiful land.

The sky was tinged with a yellowish hue by the sandstorm, and the sun's rays became dim, barely able to penetrate the sand and cast a faint glow.

The earth is cracked, with huge fissures like wounds on the ground, telling the story of the suffering this place has endured.

When they saw Black Dwarf return, his people were first stunned, then burst into tears of joy.

The elderly people's hands trembled, and their eyes glistened with tears of emotion;

The children cheered and gathered around the black dwarf.

The women embraced each other, their long-suppressed emotions finally erupting at that moment.

Wes didn't have time to let them vent their emotions; he quickly opened a huge spatial portal.

On the other side of the portal lies the space opened up by Wes.

Black Dwarf immediately urged his people to bring food, which was essential for their survival.

At the same time, he ordered his people to discard all unnecessary items, travel light, and complete the migration as quickly as possible.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

He was highly respected among his people, and no one disobeyed his orders. Everyone acted quickly and prepared in an orderly manner.

In a tense but orderly rush, tens of thousands of people completed their migration and entered Weiss's space in less than an hour.

The arrival of tens of thousands of people was like a vibrant spring of life flowing into this originally somewhat quiet space, finally bringing it to life.

The children's laughter echoed in the air as they ran and played in the open space. Their pure joy seemed to dispel all gloom.

The adults bustled about, curiously observing the new environment, their eyes sparkling with hope.

The tribespeople are very satisfied with the environment here, especially the clean and clear water source, which they see as a gift of life.

The babbling brook shimmered under the sunlight, each drop seemingly brimming with life and vitality.

After settling his people in, Black Dwarf walked steadily and firmly toward Wes.

He walked up to Wes and solemnly knelt on one knee, his imposing figure filled with respect.

This act represented his commitment to Wes; he offered his loyalty without reservation in order to repay Wes for saving his people.

When the other tribesmen saw Black Dwarf kneel down, they followed suit.

In an instant, tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground in unison, creating a spectacular scene.

They bowed their heads, filled with deep gratitude for Weiss and awe for the future.

Seeing this, Wes gently raised his hands, and in an instant, a gentle force surged from his hands, spreading to everyone.

Under the influence of this force, everyone was slowly helped to their feet.

Wes looked at them gently and said sincerely, "I am not a slave owner, you don't need to be. You can live here in peace, I will not interfere in your affairs, Black Dwarf is still your patriarch, you can live your lives as you please."

Wes's words were like a reassuring pill, completely calming the tribesmen's tense and uneasy hearts.

They looked up, their eyes filled with more affection and trust as they gazed at Wes.

Black Dwarf glanced gratefully at Wes, then turned and led his people to choose a suitable place to live and prepare to build houses.

Each of them possessed superhuman strength, which allowed the construction work to proceed extremely rapidly. Some of them were seen carrying enormous timbers, the thick trees appearing as delicate branches in their hands;

Some wielded tools, digging the foundation, each strike precise and powerful.

With everyone working together, a tribe of tens of thousands of people began to take shape, which was clearly visible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)