"Big Horn, even though I know you're right, I still want to join the Avengers Alliance. Together, we can attack that organization and relieve this resentnt in my heart!" the Tree Granny said sowhat unwillingly.
"Yeah, we also want to let off that steam, even if it ans dying at the ti, it would be worth it," the people around spoke up.
"We have no way to join the Avengers Alliance!" said the person with horns on his head, known as Big Horn by the Tree Granny, with a sigh. "We simply can't fight alongside the Avengers Alliance because the war machines created by that organization look just like us. When the battle cos, how can those from the Avengers Alliance tell the enemy apart when we share the sa features? What if they mistake the enemy for us, or us for the enemy, then what? And what if they're afraid of killing the wrong person and hold back, only to be killed by the enemy—whose fault is that in the end? At that point, not only can we not help the Avengers Alliance, but we might even be a burden. Do you all know that?"
"Big Horn, we all understand what you're saying, but we still want to join the fight and take revenge!" Silver Hand said, sowhat unwillingly.
"If you all want revenge, then let think of a plan. How about we flank them from behind? By then, the people from that organization would think we are also war machines, so they won't be on guard against us. We can seize the chance when their higher-ups are unwary and give them a hard blow to let them know that even though we fled in defeat at that ti, at the crucial mont, we can still turn around and bite them hard. Of course, the premise is that we are not afraid to die," said the person with two hooves under his feet.
"Hooves, are you looking down on us?" said a person with a mouthful of sharp teeth and a body covered with scales, discontentedly, right after the hoofed person finished speaking. "Don't ntion , Sharptooth; ask anyone here, if one of them can die to take down one of those organization's higher-ups, ask if they're willing. I'm just afraid there won't be enough of those higher-ups!"
"Exactly, as long as the plan works, even if it ans sacrificing my life, I'm willing," said Big Horn, but then he continued, "But have you considered our current strength? While our side has individuals with great strength, to my knowledge, those war machines are far stronger than us. By that ti, I fear we'll just get recognized as fake the mont we arrive, so we must carefully consider this thod and not decide on a whim, as it concerns the lives of everyone here."
Just after Big Horn finished speaking, the people present were about to start declaring that they weren't afraid to die, only to have Big Horn slap the table and say, "I'm not afraid to die either, but you must consider this: we have to die with value, not in vain. Not to ntion exchanging one of us for one of them—since our strength doesn't compare—but at least three to five of us should be able to exchange for one of theirs, no? If it's a pointless death, wouldn't it be a massive loss?"
The noisy scene imdiately went silent upon hearing Big Horn's words, as they realized he had a point. They weren't afraid to die, but they feared dying pointlessly—the thought of dying without avenging their grievances was hard to accept, as it would be such a waste.
Everyone began looking at each other, unsure of what to say.
After all, before being subjected to experints, they were ordinary civilians. What wisdom could they have? They knew only one word: fight.
They were not afraid to die; they were reckless because they thought, at worst, death is just a step away, and after eighteen years, they'd be a hero again.
As for Big Horn, before the experints, he was a teacher newly settled in a village. He was knowledgeable and thoughtful, unlike those who only knew how to battle recklessly.
Thus, even though Big Horn himself was not strong, he could still participate in this eting, and the Tree Granny had him manage all the affairs of this haven. Of course, the major decisions were made by the Tree Granny, while the smaller, trivial matters were handled by Big Horn.
"Big Horn, do you have a plan? You have a lot of ideas, surely you'll co up with a good one!"
"Yeah, Big Horn, you have plenty of ideas usually, especially good ones. Can you think of sothing for our revenge?"
"Big Horn, think of a plan, please! After all, this concerns our revenge plan!"
Finally, the Tree Granny spoke up, also encouraging Big Horn to co up with a solution.
Hearing everyone's words, Big Horn let out a deep sigh, as nobody knew how exhausted he was.
Back then, he had been a teacher who cared much about his reputation because, as a teacher, losing face ant his knowledge would lose its value.
However, since becoming like this—a failed experint where only his appearance changed but not his strength—Big Horn had been on the brink of a breakdown.
This drove him to the point of wanting to commit suicide, but it was the Tree Granny who stopped him, telling him even if he were to die, he should bite a piece out of those who turned them into this sorry state.
So Big Horn abandoned his suicidal thoughts, followed the Tree Granny, and after fleeing that wretched place with her, they ca here and created their own haven, with the Tree Granny appointing him as the manager.
Because of this, Big Horn devoted himself entirely to this haven, his thoughts of revenge gradually subsiding and transferring to this place, thinking he would just serve the haven with all his heart and soul until his death.
However, everything changed when Ye Tianfan ca here. Their desire for revenge reawakened, and they thought since they couldn't enact revenge themselves, involving the Taichu Sect could work. As long as the Taichu Sect can help them with revenge, they'll work like oxen and horses to repay them.
But what they never expected was that this turned into a war between the entire cultivation world and the organization sohow.
Which is for the best; strength in numbers.
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