"It's on fire!"
The forrly silent camp.
Just as the native priest was about to rest, piercing screams suddenly ca from outside.
"Fire? Where is the fire?"
The noise shattered the priest's nerves. Upon hearing about the fire, he hurriedly got up and rushed outside.
As soon as he opened the door, the priest was utterly shocked.
All he saw was that the entire village was already ablaze with flaming billows in the sky, especially the eastern houses which were worst hit. At this mont, countless tribespeople and their families were fleeing in chaos.
The priest's mind was in turmoil, his features twisted together. Grabbing a native who was trying to put out the fire, he exclaid, "How did the fire start?"
The native was stunned and quickly replied, "The enemies broke through the barricade!"
"Enemies?!"
The priest's body shook. Pushing the man aside, he staggered and looked into the distance.
And with that glance, the priest's face turned even paler.
While the surrounding fire sources might still be controllable, up ahead had already turned into a sea of flas.
Trees surrounded the camp, a natural barrier against enemies in the past, but now this wall of trees beca a colossal chasm, completely cutting off the camp's connection with the outside.
Did soone set the fire?
The priest grew a bit anxious yet remained composed.
Reason told him this was no re accident but a deliberate act of arson!
Yet, who set the fire didn't matter anymore. What mattered now was to quickly gather people and escape from here, before the outer trees burned fully, leading the camp to utter destruction.
What a vicious plot!
They aim to annihilate my entire household!
The priest clenched his teeth, his chest filled with an almost tearing pain!
He took a deep breath and shouted forcefully, "Everyone, co to !"
"We can't put out this fire! If you want to live, co over here, we're breaking out!"
The priest's face was extrely dark, his brows furrowed, his anger striking fear deep within hearts.
Fear awakened so people's minds. So natives cald down, organized their families, and gathered together.
The number of people gradually increased, and the priest glanced at the surrounding distressed crowd, feeling as though a knife was twisted in his heart.
Taking a final look at the ruined camp, the priest gritted his teeth and roared, "We can't save the camp anymore; don't panic! We're breaking out now!"
Years of efforts were destroyed all at once, the priest's heart filled with indescribable bitterness.
But as long as he's alive, there's hope.
As long as they charge out, he could still have a chance to turn things around.
Despite feeling an infinite reluctance, the priest still stepped forward, leading everyone out of the village.
............
Fire.
Fire everywhere. The raging flas rendered the entire dayti into a yellow haze, and panic-stricken screams mixed with faint cries for help ca from the nearby camp.
Zhang Jianxiong watched everything coldly.
He told himself this was not the ti for sympathy; these creatures killed were not humans but simply a group of enemies.
Zhang Jianxiong, during peaceti, was a leader mixed in the underworld, and scenes of slaughter were all too familiar to him.
Not as experienced as Wei Xun.
Not as capable as Xu Zhe.
In this situation, Zhang Jianxiong could only rely on rit to gain Chen Feng's attention, thereby securing opportunities for advancent.
The flas obstructed most people's hope of escape.
Yet, there would still be so lucky ones who survive, and a bloody battle is inevitable.
Ti ticked away second by second.
With a shout rising up.
The natives, long gathered, ran towards them from afar.
They charged forth recklessly through the raging flas, each face fraught with chaos and urgency. Upon seeing the enemy in person, their faces turned frenzied, and they raised weapons, rushing towards the warriors.
However, nobody knew that awaiting them wasn't salvage, but a grim road to death with no light.
"Raise your guns!"
Zhang Jianxiong's face was ice-cold, and his eyes were filled with a chilling, icy aura, as if venting the darkest emotions within him, he shouted with all his might:
"Fire!"
Everything ca too swiftly and suddenly, the fire was like this, and so was the rain of bullets before them.
The camp caught fire, the crowd fled fortunately, but what lay before them wasn't post-crisis relief, but an overwhelmingly dark rain of bullets.
The natives were in chaos, under the threat of death, many impatiently tried to flee!
Yet, the camp fire grew fiercer, while their path was blocked. At this mont, the intimidating natives were practically trapped with nowhere to retreat to.
It was a bloody massacre.
So warriors had limited endurance, trembling as they faced it all, corpses scattered around — shot dead, struck in the legs wailing, trampled to death in panic. The scene was too impactful, causing a young warrior unable to hold back and suddenly vomit, bile spilling out.
Zhang Jianxiong watched all this coldly.
A lot of people died.
A re few dozen ters divided life from death between the sides.
Especially!
He saw a teenage boy who could've had a long life but now lay lifeless in blood.
War is ruthless.
For both the slain and the slayers, it's an indelible psychological shadow.
Enough people had already died, yet Zhang Jianxiong couldn't call a stop, for at this point, he still hadn't heard Chen Feng's order to cease.
He knew well who gave him everything, and in comparison to the "pitiful" natives, only one person could make him stop killing, and that's Chen Feng.
Without orders from above, the battle didn't end.
"#&..."
At this ti, the air suddenly beca murky, with a faint, thick, rancid sll, making one nauseous and want to vomit. The cold wind blowing from the hill was cuttingly cold, like countless knives slicing skin, unbearable to stand, especially the sand in the wind that irritated the eyes greatly.
Cries everywhere, corpses everywhere.
"No!!!"
Seeing all this, the priest's eyes widened in anger, his unprecedented rage spewed forth.
Now, he could finally confirm this was indeed a preditated assault.
Fire, bullets, masses of enemies.
All those ford the massacre before his eyes, his tribesn dying right before him...
One familiar face after another beca icy corpses before him. Even as an executioner, who in his life didn't know how many lives were offered in blood sacrifice, his heart was filled with sorrow and fury, yet more of helplessness and terror.
The priest was fearful!
But more so resentful!
Fear, hatred, helplessness, terror, dread;
An array of emotions surged together, letting the priest make so kind of decision. He trembled, pulled out a dagger, and fiercely stabbed it into his chest.
"Cough cough!"
The priest fell to the ground coughing, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were blood-red, muttering words, and at the sa ti, a faint light rose above the surrounding blood, seemingly energy-like, being absorbed into the distance.
"Boom!"
Soon after, a dramatic explosion echoed from afar.
A powerful and terrifying aura spread, even the battle-hardened warriors showed shock, not knowing what transpired.
Earthquake?
The Lady of Misfortune stood aside, battles of this caliber were beneath her intervention, but sensing this power now, her face also turned pale.
A mighty force descended upon this land, and the Lady of Misfortune, as a professional, felt the energy more acutely than ordinary people.
Seeing the sowhat panicked crowd, the priest gave a mad smile, summoned his last strength, and roared from his chest.
If translated into human language.
The aning of this phrase is...
"Destruction!"
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