Late at night, a thousand miles away from the camp of the flood-control army outside the Huai Gate …
Deep in the mountain area, tens of fierce-looking men with barely covered bodies had been confronting each other in a valley. These men's bodies were covered in large patches of mottled tattoos, all of which were images of vicious poisonous insects and savage beasts. Some of them had poisonous snakes coiled around their waists and necks, some trod on boas or wild beasts, while some had fierce birds perched on their shoulders. All of them looked fierce and cruel.
Surrounding the valley were countless tall and sturdy figures. The power vibrations released from their bodies were as strong as those of wild beasts, and their eyes sparkled with a fierce, wild, and unreasonable, murky light.
"What? You useless b * stards are here too! "In the valley, among the group of men, one of them taunted.
"Even an idiot like you can come, why can't we?" Once he said this, someone else immediately responded rudely.
"Don't make a fuss. Let's finish our business first. Once this deal is done and we have captured enough slaves, you can take your revenge if you want. If you want to kill people and leave corpses everywhere, you can do whatever you want! "A Xiu Clan old man in luxurious clothes slowly walked out of the darkness.
The Xiu Clan old man sneered and continued harshly, "But, if you only care about personal fights and ruin this deal, you bloody b * stards, your wives and children will all die!"
The group of fierce-looking men glanced at each other, then snorted loudly.
"Prepare your equipment. In half an hour, we will launch a full-scale attack!" The Xiu Clan old man nodded in satisfaction and said, "The price, we'll do as I said. In the future, whether you will continue to wander the wilderness with your clansmen and become wandering ghosts, or whether you will be able to obtain a fertile territory and live happily and work in peace and contentment, it all depends on you tonight. "
A group of dark-kind slave warriors walked out of the darkness, holding glowing spell symbol armors and all kinds of weapons that had been shining with a cold light. The group of sturdy men grinned viciously in satisfaction, then strode up, grabbed armors from those slave warriors and put them on. Then, they grabbed the weapons that they liked and wielded them casually.
A sturdy man, who had five scorpions tattooed on his face, wielded a large machete for a few times, then abruptly said in a cold voice, "Old Yan … That's the flood-control army under the command of Marquis Chong Si Wen Ming. Countless powerful beings are in that army, including thousands of Divine Magi … Don't try to fool us into going there to die!"
Old Yan's eyes shone brightly as he said blandly, "Don't worry, I have people to deal with all powerful beings under Si Wen Ming's command. You just rush up and capture those ordinary slaves."
After a short pause, Old Yan said gently, "Don't worry, they're all sleeping like dead dogs. They've eaten their fill, and they're all drunk. You just need to rush forward. I don't think there'll be many of them who can stand up and fight back. All you have to do is tie them up and leave. If anyone dares to resist, just kill them. You don't have to worry about anything else. "
The group of sturdy men glanced at each other, laughed viciously, then gripped their weapons.
They were all leaders of nomadic clans. They didn't have their own territories. All year round, they drove their livestock to travel in the wild, pitched camps wherever they went, and occasionally did some robberies.
The flood had washed away all of their livestock, making them poor. For the sake of their clansmen, for the sake of their wives and children, they had to make a lot of money.
Tens of nomadic clans gathered together and attacked the flood-control army under Si Wen Ming's command. No matter how one looked at it, this was like a moth flying into a flame, a suicide mission. However, as long as Old Yan didn't lie to them, and there were truly powerful beings around to deal with those Divine Magi in Si Wen Ming's army …
So what if they risked their lives? Looting human villages, kidnapping human boys and girls, and selling them to the non-humankind as slaves, they had done many things!
They were all desperados, the entire clan was desperados. Since they were desperados, why wouldn't they dare to do anything? Was Si Wen Ming a big deal? He was just carrying a head on his shoulders, with a bird and two eggs under his crotch. If they risked their lives, why should they be afraid of him?
Dark-kind slave warriors carried mountain-huge piles of armors and weapons over.
Those heavy armors were especially sturdy, thickly dotted with sparkling spell symbols, which meant that these armors were all top-grade goods, the likes of which these desperados had never seen before. Those especially sharp machetes could definitely chop the bodies of three to five muscular men into pieces. Those long spears with amazing penetrative power could even easily penetrate a flood dragon.
Not to mention all kinds of exquisitely designed, powerful crossbows and bed crossbows.
There were also all kinds of nimble and lethal battle puppets produced by Xiu Clan master craftsmen, such as metal spiders, metal scorpions, bears, leopards, wolves, and flood dragons.
There were even ten flying forts, each around a mile squared, with thirty-meters thick walls!
"Oh my, just one flying fort like this is enough to buy all tens of our clans, isn't it?" A clan leader hopped onto a floating fortress, slapped the faintly glowing divine tower on the city wall in ecstasy, and said, "Hey, Old Yan, are these things all for us?"
The Xiu Clan old man smiled and nodded. He raised his head, glanced at the sky, and said blandly, "Seven to eight minutes, prepare to attack! It's only a thousand miles, four hours. That should be enough, right? "
Tens of fierce-looking clan leaders laughed weirdly. They bared their black, rotten teeth, then roared towards the sky excitedly.
The ten flying forts moved in a straight line in the front, followed by hundreds of thousands of non-humankind battle puppets. Countless desperados from homeless clans climbed onto these battle puppets, running on their feet.
Behind those war puppets were tens of thousands of nomadic clans, many of whom had just condensed a slight trace of their power. They were panting loudly, following closely behind those madly running war puppets.
Many elderly people and women were mixed in this troop. They were also wearing armors, holding all kinds of strong bows and crossbows, rushing towards the campsite of the flood-control army a thousand miles away like a group of bandits.
A dark mist quickly spread out among these homeless clans. Within a blink of an eye, the hundreds of miles in radius dark mist enveloped the entire troop.
The black fog muffled their footsteps and breathing, as well as the clashing of their weapons and armors. This group of fierce homeless warriors crossed the mountains and approached the campsite of the flood-control army.
In the dark sky, Mr. Crow spread his wings and floated in the air. His eyes shone with a golden light as he saw the approaching dark mist with a single glance.
"Caw, caw!" Mr. Crow's shrill caw tore apart the silence of the night. He flapped his wings and released countless golden feathers towards the dark mist along with a raging fire.
In the air, a sharp arrow swished across the air and reached to Mr. Crow's neck within a blink of an eye.
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