Late at night, thousands of miles away from the human flood control army camp outside Huaimen.
Deep in the mountains, dozens of naked and stern-faced men were facing each other in a valley. The bodies of these big men are covered with large and mottled tattoos, all of which are pictures of ferocious poisonous insects and cruel beasts. Either they have venomous snakes around their waists or necks, they have big pythons or beasts under their feet, or they have ferocious birds standing on their shoulders. They all look vicious and fierce.
Surrounding the valley, there are countless tall and burly figures standing densely packed. Everyone's breath is like a beast, and their eyes are flashing with a turbid and ferocious light that is cruel, savage, and unreasonable.
"What's going on? You bunch of bastards and trash are here too!" In the valley, one of the many big men leading the group spoke provocatively.
"You idiot can come, why can't we come?" As soon as he said this, someone on the side immediately replied rudely.
"Slow down the noise and get down to business first. Once the deal is done and enough slaves have been captured, you may avenge yourself, hold on to your grievances, and if you want to kill everyone with their heads rolling around and leaving corpses everywhere, then that's up to you. Happy!" An old man from the Xiu tribe dressed in Chinese clothes slowly emerged from the darkness.
With a cold smile, the old man of the Xiu clan said sternly: "But if you only focus on private fighting and ruin this deal, you bastards who kill a thousand swords are not afraid, and your wives, children, and children will all die!"
A group of fierce and violent men looked at each other and snorted heavily at the same time.
"Get your equipment in order, and in half an hour, we will kill with all our strength!" The old man of the Xiu tribe nodded with satisfaction: "The price will be the price I said. From now on, you will still lead your tribe to wander in the wilderness, and be that lonely person. You ghosts, you can still get a fertile territory and live there happily, it depends on you tonight."
Many Dark Tribe servants came out of the darkness, holding in their arms gleaming rune heavy armor and various weapons that shone with cold light. A group of big men grinned with satisfaction, strode up, grabbed the armor from the arms of the servants, and put it on their bodies. They grabbed the weapons they liked and held them in their hands, waving them around casually.
A big man with five poisonous scorpions stabbed on his cheek waved a wind-splitting machete a few times, and suddenly said in a cold voice: "Old Yan... That is the flood control army commanded by Si Wenming, the Marquis of Chong. There are countless masters in it. There are thousands of emperor-level masters... Don’t try to trick us into committing suicide!”
Lao Yan, the elder of the Xiu clan, had a glint in his eyes and said calmly: "Don't worry, all the masters under Si Wenming's command will be dealt with. You just rush forward and rob ordinary slaves."
After a slight pause, Lao Yan said gently: "Don't worry, they are all sleeping like dead dogs now, eating and drinking enough, and they are all drunk. You just rush forward, and everyone who can get up to resist will probably be killed." There are not many. You just kidnap people and leave. Anyone who dares to resist, just kill them. You don’t have to worry about the rest."
The big men looked at each other, laughed a few times with strange sounds, and clenched their weapons.
They are all the leaders of wandering tribes. They do not have a fixed territory that belongs to them. They drive their livestock herds to roam the wilderness all year round, camping wherever they go, and occasionally do some part-time work of robbing homes and houses.
The flood killed all their livestock, making them impoverished. For the sake of their tribe, their wives, children, and children, they had to make a lot of money.
Dozens of wandering tribes gathered together to attack and kill the human flood control army commanded by Si Wenming. No matter how you looked at it, this was just a moth chasing a flame and dying in vain. But dogs jump over the wall in a hurry, and people fight desperately, as long as Lao Yan doesn't deceive them, and there are really other experts on the side to deal with the Witch Emperor-level existence in Si Wenming's army...
So what if we give it a try? They ransacked human villages and kidnapped human boys and girls and sold them to foreigners as slaves. They did this a lot!
They are all outlaws, and the entire tribe is outlaws. Since they are outlaws, what can they not dare to do? Is Si Wenming great? It's not like carrying a head on two shoulders, and a bird and two eggs on the crotch. Who is afraid of whom if we risk our lives for a fight
Mountains of armor and weapons were brought up by the Dark Tribe servants.
The thick armor is extremely strong, and the dense flashes of runes mean that these armors are top quality goods, top quality goods that these desperadoes have never seen before. There are also those extremely sharp machetes that can definitely cut off the bodies of three or five strong men with one blow; those spears with amazing penetrating power, even a dragon can easily penetrate them.
Not to mention the various powerful crossbows and bed crossbows with exquisite designs and amazing lethality.
There are also various war puppets produced by the master craftsmen of the Xiu clan with dexterous movements, amazing defense, and terrifying lethality, various metal spiders, metal scorpions, and various metal puppets in the form of giant bears, leopards, wild wolves, and dragons.
There are even ten floating battle forts about one mile long and wide, with walls ten feet thick!
"My dear, just such a floating battle fortress can buy all the dozens of our tribes, right?" A tribal leader jumped onto a floating battle fort and ecstatically slapped the light emitting from the city wall. God Tower: "Hey, Lao Yan, are these things for us?"
Lao Yan, an old man from the Xiu tribe, smiled and nodded. He looked up at the sky and said calmly: "There's still half an hour to prepare for the attack! It's only a thousand miles away. Two hours is enough for the journey, right?"
Dozens of extremely ferocious tribal leaders laughed strangely. They bared their teeth, revealing their mouths full of black rotten teeth, and shouted to the sky with excitement.
Ten floating battle forts lined up at the forefront, followed by hundreds of thousands of alien war puppets. Countless desperadoes from wandering tribes clung to these puppets and used their legs to help them travel.
Behind the war puppet, tens of millions of people from dozens of wandering tribes, many of whom had just gathered a trace of witchcraft power, gasped loudly and rushed forward behind the running war puppet.
There were even many old men and women mixed in with the team. They were also wearing armor and holding various strong bows and crossbows. They were like a group of bandits descending from the mountain, rushing towards the flood control army camp thousands of miles away.
A piece of black mist quickly spread among the wandering tribe's team, and in the blink of an eye, the black mist covering hundreds of miles surrounded the entire team.
The black mist obscured their footsteps and breathing, as well as the sound of their weapons and armor clashing with each other. This group of extremely ferocious wandering tribal warriors marched across the mountains and ridges in such a mighty manner and quickly approached the camp of the flood control army.
Under the night, high in the sky, the Crow spread his wings and floated in mid-air. His eyes emitted shining golden light, and he saw the black mist approaching rapidly from a distance at a glance.
With a 'quack' sound, Crow Duke's sharp whistle tore through the tranquility of the night sky. He flicked his wings, and countless golden wings fell into the black mist with monstrous flames.
In mid-air, a sharp arrow burst through the air, and in the blink of an eye, it reached near Crow Master's neck.
(End of chapter)