Drums, horns, and cheers shook the sky. Tens of flags of different colors fluttered in the air. The roars of battle beasts and battle birds raised a fierce gale, which caused the forest within a hundred miles radius to shake violently.
The warriors of the Fire Crow Clan and the Fire Leopard Clan quickly retreated to the top of the cliff along the rugged path, guarding the only narrow path that led to the top of the cliff.
Fire Leopard Clan's Maguspriests mercilessly killed the Blood Crocodile Clan's and Ghost Frog Clan's captives one after another.
Black obsidian daggers tore open the captives' necks. Once the blood spurted out, it was rolled up by a scorching gale and merged with the Fire Leopard Clan's ancestor's flag, which had been raised by the Fire Leopard Clan's ancestors.
After being nourished by the spirit blood and souls of over two thousand captives, over two hundred silhouettes of Fire Leopard Clan's fire leopard silently darted out of the flag, quietly lying in the poisonous thorns.
"Stupid bastards! Aren't they afraid of the Fire Crow Clan's revenge?" Qing Ying waved his longbow and yelled from the edge of the cliff.
Ji Hao crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking at the groups of warriors who were rushing in the jungle, without saying a word.
In the Southern Wasteland, mobilizing so many elite warriors from so many clans at the same time was indeed a big deal. The roads in the Southern Wasteland jungle were hard to travel on. Therefore, it would be very troublesome to mobilize tens of clans' warriors at the same time and set up an ambush in a specific location.
Not to mention that all Southern Wasteland warriors were big eaters. An ordinary Novice Magus would eat tens of kilograms of meat every day, and the appetite of Junior Magi and Senior Magi was even more bottomless. Tens of elite warriors from different clans gathered together, the consumption of supplies was more than enough to destroy two to three mountains of beast meat within a short period of time.
No matter who was behind this, the manpower, material and financial resources they had invested in this plan were all astonishing.
Ji Hao's pupils were shining with a fiery light, he carefully identified the flags in the air. Ji Hao had activated his [Gold Crow Pupils], which allowed him to clearly see every move of a mosquito within tens of miles.
The flags were fluttering in the air, and Ji Hao recognized the totem patterns on them one by one.
"Green Bull Tribe, Wild Bull Tribe, Barbarian Bull Tribe … Hmm, these are the famous Three Bull Barbarian Tribes. Aren't they neutral tribes?"
"Tusked Tiger Tribe, Raging Lion Tribe, Wind Eagle Tribe … Hmph, these scattered tribes that are usually cautious and careful, are they tired of living?"
But soon, Ji Hao found some totems among those banners that made him feel pressured.
"Ghost Clan, Demon Clan, Insect Clan … Damn it, these weird guys who have never dealt with the Southern Wasteland clans, are also involved in this? Did they want to challenge the Fire Crow Clan? Challenge the rule of the Southern Wasteland Land? "
The 'Three Bulls Clan', 'Tusked Tiger Clan', 'Raging Lion Clan', 'Gale Eagle Clan', 'Three Bulls Clan', 'Tusked Tiger Clan', 'Raging Lion Clan', 'Gale Eagle Clan' and other small and medium-sized clans had been living in the Southern Wasteland. They had never challenged the 'Fire Crow Clan' or the 'Black Water Serpent Clan', which were the most powerful clans in the Southern Wasteland. They were neutral clans, which had no hope of rising, but also didn't have to worry about being destroyed.
If someone offered them enough benefits, enough benefits, it would be reasonable for these neutral clans to join hands and attack the Fire Crow Clan, and tear off a piece of fat meat from them.
But the Ghost Clan, Demon Clan, Insect Clan, these clans were totally different from the other Southern Wasteland clans. They were independent, even powerful clans like the Fire Crow Clan didn't want to offend them.
For example, the Ghost Clan didn't have any bloodline power, but they had a strange system called 'Ghost Inheritance'. They had been worshiping the evil spirits and fiends in the forest for generations, and the moment the babies were born, they would merge with the evil spirits and become an abnormal being that was neither human nor ghost. However, they also possessed all kinds of unimaginable and strange abilities.
The Ghost Clan didn't have a large number of people, but the evil spirits that had been passed down from generation to generation were very powerful. Once a newborn baby merged with the evil spirits, he would directly have the power of a Junior Magus. Once a Ghost Clan's warrior grew up, he would inherit the power of the evil spirits, and would be able to fight against a Senior Magus.
The Demon Tribe, Gu Tribe, and a few other tribes were also different tribes of the same kind. Basically, these clans didn't have any human feelings, and had evolved into some kind of human-like clans.
Normally, these clans rarely had any contact with the outside world, and the other clans rarely wanted to have any contact with them.
But today, eight to nine clans' totems had appeared in front of Ji Hao.
"Such a big deal, no matter who you are, is it worth spending so much effort? For Abba, Amma? Or for me? "
Ji Hao looked at the fluttering flags in the air, and let out a long breath. He turned around, looked at Qing Ying and said in a low voice: "Uncle, release the wind sparrow."
Qing Ying nodded with a twisted face, then carefully took out a baby-palm-sized, cyan, long-tailed sparrow from his pocket. This was a unique kind of wind sparrow of the Qing Yi Clan. It was small and could fly very fast. When it flew, it would automatically blend into the shade of the trees. Even eagles, which had the best eyesight, couldn't find any trace of it when it was flying.
"Go, go to the Cold Stream Valley! Good sparrow, tell brother Ji Xia about what happened here! " Qing Ying fed the sparrow a few meatballs, which were made with his own blood mixed with the essence of five grains, and said a few words to the sparrow in a low voice.
The sparrow raised its head and repeated Qing Ying's words with an extremely clear and melodious voice. It said every word clearly, without a single mistake.
"Yes, just like that. Tell brother Ji Xia that this is a trap set by someone else." Qing Ying narrowed his eyes and raised his hand. The sparrow let out a silvery caw, transformed into a faint gust of wind, and rose into the sky, moving seven to eight miles away within a blink of an eye.
A black gust of wind swooshed over from the side. Within the black gust of wind, tens of fist-sized iron claw vultures, which were releasing a dense and gloomy power, let out shrill screams and surrounded the flying sparrow.
The cyan sparrow nimbly moved in the encirclement of the iron claw vultures, and avoided tens of sharp claws within a blink of an eye.
Seeing that the sparrow was about to dash out of the encirclement of iron claw vultures with its tiny body and indescribably fast movement, a shrill cry of a baby came from afar.
On a treetop a few miles away, under the totem flag of the Demon Clan, a naked baby with a pale face was standing crookedly on the treetop of a big tree, crying towards the direction of the wind sparrow in a strange voice. The baby had a pale face, and didn't look like a baby at all. The baby was standing on the treetop of a big tree, and was crying towards the wind sparrow.
Only with this cry, the sparrow, which was flying in the sky a few miles away, suddenly fell down from the sky, as if it was struck by a thunderbolt.
The leaves of the dense jungle down below rustled, after which, a huge green serpent silently reached its head out and swallowed the sparrow.
Ji Hao's heart sank, while Qing Ying's face turned extremely dark. He almost cried out and said, "Hao, this is the sparrow that my uncle has been raising since it was a baby. These bastards, I'm going to kill them!"
In the jungle on the other side of the river, two towering trees were pushed away by someone, and a three-zhang tall and sturdy silhouette slowly walked out, carrying a wooden stake on his shoulder.
The tall and sturdy silhouette was naked, and his light-green skin was thickly covered in twisted ghost faces. He looked at Ji Hao and Qing Ying, and said in a muffled voice, "Come out yourselves, kneel down and beg for mercy, and we will only kill half of your people!"
The jungle vibrated, and countless weird laughs came from the jungle.
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