Free Web NovelChapter 1617: Chapter 133: Prelude to Upheaval
The armor on Brother Mu Fan is clearly at least ten times stronger than Chongzhou’s!
"I’m going to check the front."
After saying this, Mu Fan carried the curved light scythe blade and walked alone towards the vast eastern plains.
It seemed he planned to scout ahead all by himself.
If there were no enemies, that would be best; if there were, he would take care of them all.
Surprisingly, no one found it objectionable when he said this.
The spoils of war scattered everywhere.
All of them were freshly won by Brother Mu Fan.
If only I could have such an armor myself someday, that scene...
For a moment, everyone’s breaths became heavy.
But just as they were envisioning themselves donning war armor and slaying opponents, a desolate horn sound suddenly came from afar.
"It’s the retreat horn, not from our tribe."
"Then it must be..."
"The Red Stone Clan?!"
The chaotic voices in the crowd momentarily paused, and then erupted into a frenzy of shouting and howling.
"Did we really win?"
The emotions of the White Armor Clan had been fluctuating like a roller coaster in this short hour, and now, hearing the final result, they began to vent their inner excitement and joy like passengers nearing the final stop.
...
On the distant battlefield lay numerous White Armor warriors scattered around.
Of course, they weren’t dead, just thoroughly exhausted.
Because... the massacre just now had been too exhilarating!
As they charged like meteors, witnessing the terror on the Red Stone warriors’ faces, the thrill in their hearts was indescribable in words.
Alva and Isaiah both bent over, hands on knees, gasping for air, and then burst into laughter after exchanging a glance.
"Refreshing!"
"With such a killing device, what have we, the White Armor Clan, got to fear?"
"Clan Leader, how many did you kill just now?"
"Not sure if it was two hundred or three hundred... And you?"
"Me? Hehe, I was close to four hundred."
"You rascal," Isaiah chuckled and scolded.
Having won this defensive counterattack battle, both were in excellent spirits.
All 76 Chongzhou warriors survived, though over twenty of them were seriously wounded.
The remaining 400-strong troop pursued and annihilated the scattered fleeing soldiers. freёwebnovel.com
This time, the White Armor Clan achieved the brilliant feat of defeating 4,000 with only 500, without losing a single warrior.
All thanks to the armor they wore.
"Just... the string wear was pretty severe. We should hurry back and repair it."
"Looks like we’ll need another trip to the Burial Ground. The Wind Clan has gifted us so much Abyss Fallen Gold this time; they are our true brothers," Isaiah muttered in admiration.
"We must thank Brother Mu Fan and Miss Nuonuo."
"Indeed, hahahaha, let’s go back!"
In hearty laughter, the White Armor warriors got up one after another, spirits high, and headed towards the village.
...
...
Crunch, snap!
Basil Laco, the Clan Leader of the Red Stone Clan, pressed his lips together, his eyes fierce, and clenched his right hand suddenly.
In his palm, two bone balls were crushed instantly.
"Our Red Stone Clan’s Vanguard Army... utterly annihilated... Good, good! Very good!"
After saying ’good’ three times in a row, those nearby, seeing the Clan Leader’s icy gaze, internally shouted that this was not good.
The Clan Leader was enraged!
Sure enough.
"Let’s see who survived and came back?"
Basil Laco walked to the head of the Mordo Giant Lizard with his hands behind his back, staring coldly ahead.
A few seconds later, he spoke lightly, "Except for the last one who escaped back, execute the rest."
"Clan Leader!"
"Chief."
Those nearby were stunned, their eyes filled with disbelief.
At a glance, at least 200 people had managed to escape back.
These people must have plenty of first-hand information.
Even as deserters, they could still provide some benefit to the Red Stone Clan.
Yet now, the Clan Leader had issued his first command targeting his warriors.
"Why aren’t you moving?"
The cold gaze shifted back, and the middle-aged man who was pondering received a jolt. Not until Basil Laco withdrew his gaze after a full ten seconds did the middle-aged man feel he had escaped death.
The Chief had murderous intent!
The Red Stone Clan... had suffered a crushing defeat.
In the eyes of the White Armor Clan’s scouts, torches gathered en masse and began retreating.
The spectacular scene of the fiery sea on the horizon finally vanished.
...
After this unexpectedly one-sided battle ended, compared to the celebratory cheers of the White Armor Clan, the atmosphere in the Red Stone Clan was terribly somber.
Four thousand set out, yet not even a corpse returned.
Conflicts in the peripheral tribes now seemed like a primed powder keg ready to explode at any second.
Some people, infuriated, wanted to find the Clan Leader Basil Laco, but all were turned away by the well-trained soldiers.
Since the Clan Leader returned, he had not stepped out of the conference hall.
The thick wooden doors were tightly shut, and no one dared to enter.
The captain of the guard team, who had just entered, was immediately blasted out.
Coughing blood and panicked, the guard captain scrambled up and ran out.
This distinctly cold atmosphere made everyone shrink back in fear.
It was terrifying.
At this moment, the guards outside the station all bowed simultaneously.
The sound of "Young Clan Chief" repeatedly echoed as others turned to look.
A young man with a sinister look on his face nonchalantly appeared in everyone’s view, casually toying with a bone ball.
His hair was tied back in braids, and as he walked, the braids swayed, adding a touch of mystery and rebellion to him.
"What’s going on?"
"Lost the battle, huh? Hmph."
Izewende’s voice carried a hint of disdain.
A warrior following in the rear bent down deeply in a bow, "Yes, Young Clan Chief, and after the Clan Leader returned, he shut himself inside and hasn’t allowed anyone in."
He was Izewende’s plant within the three major military corps.
"Oh?"
Izewende’s sinister gaze held a playful glint, but his voice was exceptionally calm.
"I’ll go see Abba then."
Crunching the bone ball, Izewende walked straight to the conference hall.
As his figure approached the hall’s main entrance, he began to sense a multitude of complex gazes behind him.
Lowly creatures...
As great as I am, would I feel sorrow or pity for the deaths of you ants?
The dead ones were merely the bargaining chips in a transaction for rewards.
Today is an excellent opportunity.
Izewende stopped at the exterior of the conference hall, looking up at the Red Stone Hall, which was at least three hundred years old, and his cold sneer and mockery disappeared from his face.
Ultimately, they turned into humility, and he pushed the door open and entered.
"The Young Clan Chief didn’t even speak before entering?"
In the dimly lit hall, only a few lonely candles were burning.
The shadow of the man in a black robe stretched long on the wall.
"Izewende, is there something you need now?"
Basil Laco frowned, looking at Izewende, who was smiling in front of him.
