Lance’s alarm was like a bucket of cold water pouring instantaneously over the heads of the rrymakers.
Then uncontrollable fear began to spread among the crowd.
What kind of scale would an enemy be to make the White Armor tribe’s warriors sound such a piercing alarm?
Even casually thinking about it, one knows it definitely won’t be just a simple sneak attack!
The current situation...
Both Alva and Isaiah are not in the village.
The enemy’s timing is simply horrendous, choosing exactly the mont when all warriors are dispatched.
Letting the remaining old, weak, and injured fight the enemy’s ambush would infinitely enlarge the failure rate.
"Everyone hide, all White Armor n who can still move, defend the final line with !"
Seeing the sparse soldiers gathering, he also saw the expression of death written on the faces within the village.
Lance gritted his teeth.
He absolutely cannot be the sinner of the White Armor tribe.
Today, even if it ans death, the Hunting Corps cannot charge into the tribe.
If you’re a man, you should die honorably in battle!
"Give a shield!" Yelling, Lance took the bone shield thrown from the side, jumping onto the top of the wall, shouting angrily.
"The glory bestowed on us by the Stars, in the na of the warriors!"
"Chop those Red Stone bastards back."
The burly Lance let the won in charge of treatnt tie a hemostatic band around him.
Then, Lance charged back outside the gate covered in blood ferociously.
All the n on guard imdiately looked at that burly figure, their eyes reddening bit by bit.
"Roar!"
"Kill!"
Over thirty White Armor n, of various ages, scread as they charged towards the tribe’s gate.
Even severely injured Lance can fight like this, what can’t these warriors defending the tribe do!
Rushing sounds echoed consecutively.
The sound of Bone Armor rubbing, and the crowd running.
...
Mu Fan, who was talking with Nuonuo, stopped talking.
He looked at the girl’s worried gaze directed at him and smiled gently.
"I’ll be right back."
...
Outside the tribe.
In an instant, it was uncertain if dozens or hundreds of figures were weaving through the grass, swiftly nearing the tribe’s eastern gate.
Strange howls, unpleasant as crows, echoed.
From an aerial view, those figures surged like tides during high tide.
A White Armor guard standing on a high platform had just lit the bonfire.
Whish!
A crossbow arrow suddenly stabbed out from the side, shooting straight into the eye socket of the White Armor warrior, embedding itself completely.
A muffled grunt, and this strong White Armor warrior fell heavily.
"This ti, if your tribe is not slaughtered, how will I explain to Basil Clan Chief, hehe~~"
An elusive laughter flashed through the grass.
A tall, skinny man wrapped his chin in black animal skin, tauntingly retracting his gaze.
A crossbow faded back into illusion and was tucked at his waist.
The ti is short, he naturally knows.
But without the White Armor tribe’s two elite battle groups and their two soul figures.
He, a dignified Red Stone tribe centurion-level hunter Ludwig, plus... who can stop him!?
Seeing the few figures rushing out within the eastern gate of the White Armor tribe, Ludwig’s eyes glowed with cruelty.
His dark skin set off his eyes as exceptionally cold and terrifying.
"Kill!"
He roared violently.
The surrounding Hunting Corps soldiers imdiately pounced like packs of mane dogs.
To tear apart this feeble defense line is all that’s left to massacre!
"Hehe."
Laughter flashed away.
...
Bam!
White bone shards flying, White Armor tribe’s flying axes chopped down a batch of hunting warriors.
But the next second, the speed of those hunting warriors unexpectedly surged again, howling as they pounced.
Three n pouncing on one person.
A White Armor warrior in the lead just swung his axe to chop a foe, but the next second, his strong body received simultaneous heavy blows from three dog leg machetes.
"Ah!————"
With a roar, this White Armor warrior’s neck was nearly severed, and after pinning an enemy, he fell helplessly to the ground.
"Raise Shields."
Bang.
Instantly, shields overlapped heavily, pounding the ground.
This is the White Armor tribe’s land battle defense.
With scarce defender numbers, they must use their lives to build an iron wall to block the enemy.
"Flying Axe."
The children, just over ten years old, rushed to pass the flying axes.
Little chubby Enoch was amongst them.
His gaze flashed with hatred, looking afar.
It is these damned Red Stone tribals, always plotting to assault his ho.
They should all die, die!
Looking at the corpse with most of its neck chopped off, Enoch gritted his teeth to hold back tears.
That was Uncle Kobam, who always gave him delicious treats; his marinated jerky was even tastier than mother’s.
Now, he’s died in battle at the village gate, just to protect their safety.
White Armor children silently gazed with hatred outside the tribe.
Today’s battle, it’s either you die, or I die.
They’re ready!
"Tsk~"
A cold laugh rang beneath the night sky.
A floating voice ca from afar, "White Armor tribe’s foolish bears, you’re now like grass turtles in a big river, where’s your fad offense?"
A sharp whistle sounded.
A shower of dense crossbow arrows shot from outside, suppressing back newly poking heads of White Armor warriors.
Occasionally, a crossbow arrow pierced through openings at cunning angles, severely injuring warriors behind shields.
Moreover, the encircling Hunting Corps instantly dispersed.
Nurous dark silhouettes pounced on the wall like demons.
Seeing this, shield-bearing Lance felt a chill rise from his heart.
These Hunting Corps clearly aim to annihilate the tribe!
Lance’s eyes reddened instantly.
This strong man no longer thought, raising his head and roaring: "Block those bastards."
"Hahaha~~ Foolish bears remain foolish bears."
"How did the sa grassland breed such foolish creatures like you."
"From now on, I’ll be the one who slays a thousand... Ludwig!"
The voice abruptly turned cold!
Machetes tore through the air, howling.
Thump.
A warrior just answering the call to leave the shield formation, a huge head flew instantly.
Behind the surging blood fountain, a sudden dog leg machete appeared forest-green glistening.
Dark skin.
Dark animal skin face covering.
Those gleaming green eyes truly resemble a ravenous wolf’s, carrying cruelty, savagery, and triumph...
"Ludwig!"
"The Red Stone tribe’s Hunting Corps ruthless hunter!"
Low gasps echoed behind the defensive line.
All the children imdiately covered their mouths.
Ludwig’s infamy far surpasses any beast control elder or young clan chief to the White Armor tribe.
Legend says he could hunt and consu his enemies, being a demon.
Isaiah and Alva had both tried to kill him but were evaded by various thods.
For a mont, young Enoch felt his heart being squeezed.
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