C101

The icy night air was filled with a strange atmosphere as the drums beat. The barbarians were confined to their tents, leaving only the sentries to guard the torches. If there was any change, they would ignite the bonfire.

In their eyes, the Black Claw Tribe was already a turtle in a jar, so they didn't care much about it. Even the barbarian soldiers guarding the torches were tightly wrapped in beast skins.

"Swish …" With a soft howl, the Barbarian Warrior fell onto the ground as he held the beast tooth arrow with both of his hands. His legs became weaker and weaker as he kicked, until someone stepped over them and cut off their heads …

However, everything happened after the patrol discovered the corpses of the Wasteland Warriors. All the guesses and suspicions pointed in one direction, towards the canyon.

The canyon had always been controlled by the Black Claw. More than two hundred elite warriors of the tribe occupied the most dangerous part of the terrain. The Wasteland people couldn't do anything about it. Right now, the only thing left was the empty mountaintop.

The Hanging Sheep Drum was an unexpected tactic art in ancient wars, and in the Gangli tribe, instead of the unlucky sheep, there were two horned cages with local characteristics. When the group of barbarian warriors, who had rushed into the tribe with the intention of dying, saw the two foaming horns, they all became stupefied.

The drumming of the horn was beyond their imagination, causing the Protector who thought himself to be tricked to furiously dismember the corpse on the spot. However, the Black Claw Tribe had already fled, and their siege these days had also ended.

Of course, if the people ran away, then the supplies wouldn't run away. The Black Claw Tribe would try their best to carry light carts, and other than food, they would try their best to carry nothing else, leaving behind a lot of materials. Many of these things were unique and rare in the central wilderness.

The whole hill was hollowed out, and the Earth Scourge Tribe was good at digging, so that there was enough room for the barbarian warriors outside. The Protector wanted to send people to chase them down, but it was not appropriate for them to ask about that when they were searching for treasures, so they helplessly suggested that they chase after lunch.

This suggestion caused the Wasteland to fall into an even greater disaster. All of this had already been anticipated, the Wasteland wouldn't be able to get any more water outside, so every Wasteland needed to save as much water as possible. And in the Wasteland Tribes, the water here was inexhaustible, so the Wasteland had to drink a lot.

When they were pouring water all over their body and enjoying the cool and refreshing feeling, they did not realize that the poisonous plants that grew on the hills surrounding the tribe had all been cleaned up, and the smell of the water was not right either. The purified poison, after being diluted, might not be fatal at the first moment, but it would lurk in their bodies, kill the red blood cells in their bodies, cause their blood to become hypoxic, and cause them to suffocate …

Feng Feiyun didn't want to fight the Wasteland head on. His idea was simple, fighting the Wasteland to the death was not his battle goal, but he also didn't want to have a huge tail behind him, so he kept his trump card.

No one knew what would happen if they followed up from the peak. In order to coordinate with each other, the peak had come up with a new strategy, an ambush.

The ambushed soldiers were hiding on both sides of the canyon. They didn't go up the steep hill, and there was no fire to block them. They were all wearing camouflage nets made from weeds and lurking in the vegetation on both sides of the canyon, waiting for the barbarians to attack.

Black Claw was already at the end of his tether by the endless torrents of attacks from the peak. He was no longer at odds with the peak. Whatever the peak said would be the truth.

The person wearing a camouflage net, however, was full of praise for the crude items on his body. If it was an equipment like this, ambushing and ambushing would be extremely effective. It was a cheat killing tool.

While the crowd was waiting in peace, a few figures were running towards them at a fast speed like a rabbit. One of them was Cave Teeth.

"They're here, they're here, they're all ready …"

The urgent matter roused everyone's attention. Only Feng Feng was nervous. He didn't know how effective the medicine would be.

"When do we make our move?" If it was in the past, the order to act would depend on the mood of Black Claw, but this battle was planned by the peak.

As far as everyone knew, so far, there hadn't been any major problems with Peak's performance. Even when they joined up with the other tribes, the mistake that Peak had taken for granted was not something that Black Claw could have predicted.

"Wait, something's not right …" Tsukiko whispers in response, her sharp eyes never leaving the desolate people who appear in her line of sight.

He had prepared for the worst, he did not expect the poison to dilute so quickly, and it seemed to have some effect. The scattered barbarian soldiers did not have any formation, and each of them walked towards him unsteadily, but their steps were getting slower and slower. Many of them could not walk on foot, and had no choice but to sit on the roadside and gasp for breath, wanting more air.

"What's going on?" The Warriors and Warriors of the Black Claw Tribe were the first to notice that something was wrong. How could all of them turn soft against the Barbarian Warriors that had been going on for several days? Many of them had already begun to tremble. Facing this kind of guy who was walking while gasping for breath, they now had faith that they would definitely win.

"The poison I refined has worked, but they should stop chasing me, right?" It was best for them to back off. He had been waiting here just in case something happened, so he was not prepared to annihilate all the barbarians. After all, they did not have the ability to fight against tens of thousands of barbarians.

"They wouldn't dare, they won't be so easy to talk to. If they can't find our trail, we'll have a miserable ending when we go back …"

His words immediately caused a wave of helplessness to rise in Feng Feiyun's heart. It didn't matter if it was them or the Wasteland. It was not easy at all.

"There's no need for any more ambushes, just get out …" The peak was somewhat boring. They had already been poisoned, and now that they had traveled so far, they might not be able to hold on any longer. Even if they were to leave, there would not be any more battles.

"Kill or not …" Black Claw raised his sharp claws, and over a thousand armed men stood up, making the Wasteland Clan's people scream in fear.

Black Claw wanted to kill to his heart's content, but his face was gloomy and he did not object. Both sides were enemies and not friends. After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and said:

"It's easy to kill them, but it will anger the troops behind us. We can just take back their weapons and water. Without these things, they won't be able to keep up with us …"

What Feng Zhiling said made everyone praise him greatly, so they nodded and said: "The Wasteland is not a piece of stone, they have their own conflicts with each other. If we let them go today, they might let us go in the future. After all, the Wasteland speaks of kindness …"

With the keynote, his actions became much simpler. Although the Protector among the Wasteland People could still fight, under the pressure of both the Head and the Black Claw, he had no choice but to compromise. He had no objections to the Head's proposal, but he was still insisting on it even now.

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