Free Web NovelChapter 108: Chapter 98: Watching the Battle from the Mountain
GULP.
Zhang Peng’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He swallowed hard, his body tensing up.
He was different from Li Ziyu. Since arriving in the Otherworld, he had rarely fought, choosing instead the path of commerce where peace was paramount. He knew little of combat.
Li Ziyu stood up and walked over to Zhang Peng. He gazed down with cold indifference at the steadily approaching members of the Headhunter Race below, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
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The leader of the Headhunter Race crept forward, his back hunched and his steps light and silent. His eyes were fixed on the Mobile Fortress, while the other members of the Headhunter Race warily scanned their surroundings.
Just a hundred meters left.
’What about the people in that structure? Where’d they go? Surely they haven’t just run off?’
The continued silence made the leader of the Headhunter Race feel that something wasn’t right.
’Even if they know they can’t win, they shouldn’t just abandon this mobile structure and run for it. The other side has plenty of people; they should at least put up a fight. Yet we’re so close, and there’s not a soul in sight.’
The leader stopped in his tracks and glanced back at his clansmen, a savage look crossing his face. ’I can’t wait any longer. We’re close enough!’
"Charge—"
The leader barked the order, rising to his feet and accelerating as he led the charge toward the Mobile Fortress.
He couldn’t expect anyone else to be the first to charge. This was the Headhunter Race, after all. To be their leader, you had to be the first to fight, the first to kill—you had to lead from the front. If you feared death, no one would follow you.
The Headhunters in the rear followed their leader, letting out strange cries as they broke into a full sprint.
WHOOSH—
A piercing whistle tore through the air as a Long Arrow shot out from high up in the mountain forest, glinting in the Moonlight and carrying a chilling killing intent.
The Headhunters running at the back saw their leader, who had been charging with the most ferocity, suddenly get launched into the air. His body was thrown backward for several feet before his head exploded in a spray of blood. Amidst the gore, a white streak shot out, piercing through two more Warriors before viciously pinning a fourth to the ground. Only then did the body of the Headhunter leader finally hit the dirt.
The few Headhunters closest to him staggered to a halt, their charge broken, and stared dumbfounded at their fallen leader.
His face was a ruined mess, his features completely unrecognizable. A massive hole had been punched through the center of his skull. He was as dead as dead can be.
Silence.
The members of the Headhunter Race were stunned. They stared blankly behind them, seeing their kinsmen who had been pierced through and killed. They saw the last one, pinned to the ground, his body impaled. An arrow, as thick as a short spear, propped his corpse up at an angle, preventing it from falling over.
’Where did that arrow come from?’
’No, wait—why was that arrow so thick?!’
One question after another surfaced in the minds of the Headhunter Clan People, until one of them finally murmured, "The leader’s dead."
"The leader’s dead?"
"The leader’s dead!"
The words jolted the stunned Headhunters from their stupor. They cried out in alarm, utterly bewildered, not even knowing where the enemy was.
WHOOSH—
The sound of something tearing through the air rang out again. Only this time, it wasn’t a single arrow, but dozens of them, raining down from above.
THWAP THWAP THWAP...
The defenses the Headhunter Race took such pride in were like paper before the White Bone Long Arrows. They were pierced with ease, each impact blossoming into a spray of blood as life after life was snuffed out.
They now knew where the arrows were coming from: from high up in the mountains!
When the volley of arrows ceased, the Headhunters gritted their teeth and changed direction. They had to kill the cowards taking potshots at them first.
But they had barely taken two steps before they stopped again, bodies on high alert as if facing a formidable army. Hundreds of Skeleton Warriors, clad in Armor, each wielding a Sword and a Shield, were silently blocking their path.
