"Mu Wufeng, you won't be able to escape. Hurry up and come back with me to beg for forgiveness from the ancestor!
Perhaps you can even be spared from death. "
After fleeing from the Withered Tree tribe, less than two hundred of the three hundred guardian warriors that Mu Wufeng had led remained after the pursuit.
Protecting over a thousand old and young tribesmen, it could be said that they had been fleeing madly the entire way. The bloodstains stretched for over fifty kilometers, and most of them were young tribesmen, which greatly slowed down their speed of escape.
Seeing that their pursuers were hot on their heels, Mu Wufeng had no choice but to speak up, hoping that they would not press the issue on account of their fellow tribesmen. "Centurion Zheng Kai, the ancestor is immoral, harming our tribesmen. Can you bear to see these children be captured?"
The leader of the pursuers remained expressionless in response to Mu Wufeng's words. He looked like he would not rest until he had captured them. "Shut up!
How can you question the ancestor's orders?!
Get off your horses and surrender! "
"Ah!
Ah! "
The two sides fought fiercely. Warriors constantly fell off their horses, instantly trampled into meat paste by the galloping warhorses. They screamed and died!
Hearing the constant screams of the warriors behind him, Mu Wufeng's heart bled. These unyielding men had not died on the battlefield of the foreign races, but at the hands of their own people.
"Brother Mu, take care!"
At this moment, a young man riding alongside Mu Wufeng shouted at him. He pulled on the reins with all his might, turned his horse around, and galloped towards the back of the group.
"Brothers, follow me if you're a man!
Let's buy time for our children to escape! "
Hearing the young man's call, over a hundred men charged out from the panicking group in the blink of an eye, running towards the back of the group.
With the young man at the lead, the group of over a hundred blocked the path that the pursuers had to pass through.
"Kill!"
The hundred or so people did not cower in the face of close to a thousand pursuers. They raised their weapons bravely and charged fearlessly at the countless pursuers.
"Xiao Yan … Ah!"
Mu Wufeng turned his head back and looked at his brothers who were unafraid of death. He roared into the sky, "Everyone, leave quickly. Throw away all the pots and jars. As long as we're alive, there's hope."
More than a hundred of them charged into the group of pursuers without any fear of death, causing a series of screeching sounds of metal spears and armored horses colliding to ring out. Unfortunately, they were alone and weak. Like a wave in the ocean, when they pierced through the pursuers and rushed out from behind, only the young man was left standing alone in the wilderness. Dozens of masterless warhorses were scattered around him in a disorderly manner.
The young man with the surname Yan gently patted the warhorse he was sitting on. He looked at his clansmen who had already gone far away, then looked at the warhorse that had lost its master. The young man with the surname Yan cracked a smile and raised the warblade in his hand with great difficulty.
"Kill!"
Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, he galloped alone, leaving a trail of blood in the Great Wilderness.
Not long after, he disappeared into the sea of people, leaving only a lone warhorse neighing in the wilderness, as if calling out to its master.
"Centurion, why is this happening?
Why?! "
A young warrior cried out to Zheng Kai as he looked at his brothers, whom he had been with day and night and fought side by side with. They did not die on the battlefield of the foreign races, but instead died under the blades of their comrades.
He could not understand why this was happening. Why would a family kill each other? Why would the ancestor kill the children of the tribe?
Zheng Kai ignored the young warrior's words. He looked at the scattered corpses and warhorses in the wilderness with a livid expression.
Seeing that Mu Wufeng and the others had already fled far away, he flicked his whip and left.
"Centurion, these corpses …"
Zheng Kai, who had failed to chase after Mu Wufeng and the others, was currently thinking about how to escape from Mu Yan's wrath. When he heard a corporal's question, he interrupted him irritably, "Since they are so loyal to the tribe, I, the centurion, will fulfill their heroic wishes and leave their corpses in the wilderness. This will also let others know the consequences of disobeying the ancestor's orders!"
… …
Right now, in the Gu Yuan Tribe's meeting hall, Tie Shi, Ding Shan, and the other elders and commanders were already seated in an orderly manner. They were prepared to report the situation of the tribe to Xiao Chen.
Seeing Xiao Chen nod at him, Ding Shan stood up first and reported to him, "Chief, all the weapons and equipment in the storage have already been sent to the warriors of the tribe. As per your orders, they have all been trained. At the same time, all the medicinal herbs used to raise the tribe's cultivation have been gathered and supplied to the warriors of the tribe, so that they can break through to a new realm before the great battle."
After Ding Shan, the Great Elder stood up right after and reported to Xiao Chen the cultivation situation of the tribe's clansmen. The other elders in charge of internal affairs, Xiao Tan, Second Elder Lin Shan, and the others, reported the situation of the tribe to him.
"Qing 'er, have you prepared all the medicinal herbs for healing and hemostasis?"
When Mu Qing, who was at the side, saw Xiao Chen turn his head to ask him, he hurriedly stood up and said, "Xiao Da … reporting to Clan Head, Qing`er has already prepared a large amount of Blood Clotting Grass and healing medicine according to your instructions. I guarantee that it will not delay Big Brother Xiao's matters."
After listening to everyone's reports, Xiao Chen could not help but think. Ever since he had arrived at the Gu Yuan Tribe, he had been guarding against the revenge of the Black Mountain Tribe. After all, the Gu Yuan Tribe and the Black Mountain Tribe were already like fire and water, and a great battle was inevitable. Whether it was killing Xiong Li's son, Xiong Yu, severely injuring Xiong Kang, or his father going missing, he had to answer for all of them.
Only one tribe could exist in each tribe. Preparation was the key to success, and unpreparedness was the key to success. Only by making preparations in advance would they be able to anticipate the situation in the great battle and gain an advantage. After all, the survival of the tribe was a matter of great importance!
"Report!"
At this moment, the loud shouts of the warriors of the tribe could be heard from outside the meeting hall. A warrior dressed like a centurion quickly ran towards the meeting hall from afar.
In order to save the time needed to pass on information, Xiao Chen had specially instructed earlier that there was no need to report any sudden incidents to the higher-ups. They could report directly to him, which would save a lot of time.
Xiao Chen saw that this centurion was in such a hurry that he did not even have time to bring his defensive weapon. It had to be known that a weapon was a cultivator's second life. As a cultivator, their weapon would never leave their side. Xiao Chen knew that something big must have happened. So, the moment the stout man stepped into the hall, Xiao Chen hurriedly asked, "Centurion Wang, what happened for you to be so flustered?"
The centurion arrived at the meeting hall and bowed to Xiao Chen. He hurriedly said, "Reporting to the chief, I've followed the chief's orders and led my team to patrol the area within a 50-kilometer radius of the tribe. We discovered a remnant of the Withered Tree Tribe, and they've sought our tribe's protection. However, what's strange is that there are less than 50 adult men among the thousands of remnant tribe members. The rest are women and children, and the leader is a centurion called Mu Wufeng."
"Mu Wufeng?"
"Chief, this Mu Wufeng is the younger brother of the Withered Tree Tribe's chief, Mu Wuya."
"Oh, since that's the case, please follow me. I'd like to see what they're up to."
Not long later, Xiao Chen's group arrived outside the tribe. A clamor of children crying and adults scolding could be heard, making the entrance to the Guyuan Tribe seem extremely lively.
'Just what kind of trials have these people gone through?' Looking at the black mass before them, Xiao Chen's group could not help but think, 'Just what kind of trials have these people gone through?'
It was unknown just what kind of trials these people had gone through. Their clothes were ragged, and almost all of them were injured. What was even more shocking was that their eyes were filled with confusion and hesitation. There were even hints of despair in some of their eyes.
"The centurion of the Withered Tree Tribe, Mu Wufeng, greets Chief Xiao Chen of the Guyuan Tribe."
Among the crowd, a young man who was maintaining order saw a young man walking towards him. Although the young man looked ordinary, there was a sharp might between his brows. Wherever he passed by, everyone would feel an invisible pressure. He was like a crane among chickens, and his imposing manner was like a rainbow. He immediately went forward and knelt two to three meters away from the young man. He placed his head deeply on the ground and held a black object with both hands, respectfully raising it above his head.
In the Ancient Barrens Continent, the etiquette of kneeling was the most important etiquette. As the saying went, there was gold beneath a man's knees. They could kneel to the heavens, to the earth, to their parents, and to their ancestors. As such, when Mu Wufeng suddenly knelt down without any warning, Xiao Chen did not accept it. Instead, he turned his body to avoid the etiquette.
Those who bowed to others must have something to ask of them. Furthermore, his tribe and the Withered Tree Tribe were enemies. It was never wrong to be careful.
"What is the meaning of this, Centurion Mu?"
Mu Wufeng, who was kneeling on the ground, did not get up. Instead, he respectfully replied, "My Withered Tree Tribe has suffered a great calamity. I heard that Chief Xiao of the Guyuan Tribe has unparalleled profound arts and unparalleled battle prowess. In order to save our tribesmen, you ran deep into the enemy's camp and slaughtered in all directions. As such, under the orders of my Patriarch, Mu Wuya, we ran thousands of miles to seek shelter from your tribe. This is the inheritance of the Withered Tree Tribe. It represents our tribe's sincerity."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Wufeng handed the black object in his hand forward again. At this moment, the great elder, Tie Shi, walked forward first and received the object from Mu Wufeng.
He raised his head and carefully examined the black object. It turned out to be a black crystal. It was smooth and translucent, and there was a 'Mu' character in the center.
First Elder Tie Shi held it in his hand and observed it carefully. Then, he said to Xiao Chen, "Tribe Head, this is indeed the inheritance of the Dead Tree Tribe. Ten years ago, I saw it on the body of the Dead Tree Tribe Head, Mu Wuya. I heard that this item never left the Tribe Head's hands. Now that it has appeared here, I'm afraid that the Dead Tree Tribe has really changed.
Hearing the great elder's words, Xiao Chen looked at the children who were crying out of hunger. After a moment of thought, he said, "Elder Xiao Qin, make some arrangements. Treat the injured people, then prepare some food for these women and children to eat their fill. If anyone dares to disobey the rules, kill them on the spot."
Xiao Chen's tone became rather sharp towards the end. At the same time, he looked at the dozens of young men from the Withered Tree Tribe in the crowd.
Elder Xiao Qin received the order and went to make preparations. Only then did Xiao Chen turn his head to Mu Wufeng, who was still kneeling on the ground, and say, "Centurion Mu, please get up. If you have anything to say, please come in."
Seeing that Xiao Chen had already arranged for people to take in his tribesmen, Mu Wufeng kowtowed thrice, kowtowing to Xiao Chen in thanks. At the same time, he said, "Many thanks to Chief Xiao for your kindness. Wufeng will never forget it."
After pulling Mu Wufeng into the tribe, Xiao Chen gestured to the commander of the tribe's soldiers, Ding Shan. Seeing this, Ding Shan understood and silently left the group, running towards the camp of soldiers at the side of the tribe.