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"Is this the way of the barbarians?" The exploding black smoke engulfed the entire mountaintop. The flying debris and pottery knocked down the panicking warriors and mercenaries one by one. It was not necessarily fatal, but it was a devastating blow to morale.

Wisdom Mo Xie stood behind the crow and any flying debris would shatter strangely in front of the crow as if they were dust floating in the air. She took a deep breath and shook her head as she said, "This is an underworld method, and the level of this attack seems to indicate that the battle technique of the underworld has already deteriorated. They should have a weapon that can easily flatten the mountain. No one except Jia Luo will be able to defend against it …"

Smart Mo Xie's words made the Black Crow's face twitch. Watching his family's warrior fall to the ground and die in agony was originally a type of torture for a Patriarch like him. Hearing that the underlings had such powerful weapons, he could not help but feel surprised.

"How many warriors are there in your family?" His eyes rolled and he said in a serious tone, "That's you. I won't tell the average person, but there's a total of two thousand warriors from the Gryphon Clan, and they all claim to be fifteen hundred …"

"Hmph, a total of 3,500 people, right?" The Black Crow's face turned the color of a pig's liver, and in her heart, she was also amazed by the intelligence given to her.

"Think about reinforcements after your family's warriors have fought to the death for 2,000 years. Even if it's just a show, we have to make it real. Otherwise, how can we fool those guys?"

"What?" So many will die? " The ear-splitting growl gradually weakened, and the crow suddenly raised its volume, reverberating far away over the mountain top. Zhi Mo Xie didn't speak, but only smelled the smell of gunpowder and blood in the air with an expression of enjoyment.

When the sun was about to set, Feng Feiyun led more than one hundred men to rest in a secluded natural ditch. Wasteland grew densely inside the ditch, blocking the view outside and not daring to light a fire. Everyone was eating dry food wrapped in grass.

The resting Feng Feiyun knew how to adjust himself. After clearing away all the distracting thoughts, his brain became organized like a disk. However, it also made him start to think about himself. Was there really a need to go back?

He had already done enough for the Heavenly Claw Tribe, including a large amount of food reserves, countless strategic goods, excellent fortifications, and even a relatively safe situation. The Yellow Hou Tribe was an accident, but Gao Feng believed that other than the Yellow Hou Tribe, the Wasteland would not distract themselves to clean up the other fish. So, as long as the battle at the Despair Fortress was over, there would be no problems.

Does that mean he doesn't need to go back? Even if he was not here, there was no one who could replace him. The fifth elder was enough for the teeth to enjoy the rest of his life, and the Black Claw had already become the Sky Claw, showing off that Gala was enough for him to pay back everything he owed Sky Claw. In addition, the issue of the successor had also been solved, and the two servants that Black Claw found were brothers with three claws and two different parents.

Feng Feiyun thought that he had done his job. Bringing the tribe out from the Western Wilderness had given them so many benefits. He felt like he could escape now. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't let it go.

He could drop everything to look for Kai Yue, find a chance to join the tribe, and find a way to live a happy life. However, he was still unable to make this decision.

"Clang …" He couldn't help but look over and see that it was a warrior from the tribe dressed in armor. This warrior from the Huang Hou tribe had extremely luxurious equipment, and the armor that was originally only used for defense was only slightly inlaid with horn or iron. However, this guy had come up with some fancy and unrealistic ornaments that covered his entire body, and even his helmet was dyed with bright colors and dyed green.

This guy was only slightly over twenty years old. He had a thin white cheek and looked like he was living a comfortable life. He didn't have calluses on his hands and all the weapons on his body had been taken away. However, there was no anger or arrogance in his eyes.

"Grand Elder, we caught him pooping. If you ask us clearly, the Huang Hou Tribe is prepared to make a move against us. How are we going to deal with him?"

Two vigorous servants jumped down from above and squatted in front of the mountain peak to quietly report, causing the mountain peak to feel a bit annoyed with the guy in front of them. They shook their heads and said, "Deal with it, remember to take off the leather armor …"

The man opened his mouth in fright and was about to scream when the javelin stopped him and dragged him away like a dead dog. Soon, he heard a muffled sound.

"Should we keep him? The more guys like this exist, the better it should be for us. " Staring at the gorgeous armour at his feet, Chu Feng pondered to himself …

The war between the Northern Dragon Canyon and the Despair Fort had broken out at almost the same time. The Yellow Hou didn't say anything to persuade them to surrender, it didn't even come out personally. It just sent its army to surround the two mountains and the entrance of the valley.

The Hunchbacked Beast, with heavy steps, approached the cliff and shot out sharp crossbow bolts one after another. The vast majority of them fell on the ground below the cliff like a jungle, and the fortifications above the cliff didn't move at all.

He had returned to the canyon last night and reported the situation to the enemy. After that, he had been ready for battle, even though he had been preparing for this day all along.

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