The Blackstone tribe was located at the edge of the tribe, but it had grown from 500 people to nearly 10,000 now. It was able to send out 2,000 elite Desolate Men and 3,000 Desolate Men as their followers at any time. One had to know that just five Desolate Men had almost caused the collapse of the West Mountain Camp. It went without saying how powerful this force was.
Their chief, Salwa, had done a great job.
Salwa was not only the chief of the Blackstone Tribe, but also the most powerful warrior in the tribe, the Vajra King's Soul. He was very proud of his achievements, so no matter where he went or who he faced, he would always hold his head high and stare at them.
But today, he was bowing and scraping to greet a guest. All of his people were guessing which big shot was coming, but one thing was for sure — the guest was definitely from the Lava Tribe.
The Lava Tribe was the most powerful Desolate Man tribe, and it was also the tribe where the Desolate Chief, Aguba, was from. To put it bluntly, even if the guest was a nobody from the Lava Tribe, all the other Desolate Man tribes would treat him like a distinguished guest.
Moreover, it was not a nobody, but the Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Desolate God Army, Azhari, the nightmare of countless soldiers in Rong City. He was a bloodthirsty demon, Aguba's younger brother, and also his most trusted subordinate.
The Desolate God Army was the most terrifying army of the Desolate Man tribes. Up until now, no army in the Xia Dynasty had ever defeated the Desolate God Army. Even Zhang Zhidong's most elite troops, the Dragon Subduing Army, had to fight five to one in order to barely suppress them. This was evident.
As a high and mighty Deputy Commander, why did Azhari come all the way to this border tribe?
He was taller than the other Desolate Men. His rough, dark skin was covered with bumps, like a black-skinned toad. He looked horrifying and disgusting. His muscles were like molten lava and were as thick as an old tree with knotted roots. His face was ugly even by the standards of the Desolate Men. However, there was an even uglier scar that ran diagonally from his left eye, through his nostril and thick lips, to his right lower jaw. Even though he was not smiling, he still looked extremely ferocious.
Like the other Desolate Men, he had a bone chain around his neck.
His bone chain was not long, only reaching his collarbone, but no one dared to question his strength, because that bone chain was strung together by a cultivator's little finger bone.
He did not come alone. He brought 13 Desolate Men with him. Each of them had a long or longer bone chain around their neck. They were all Desolate Man warriors.
With this power alone, they could wipe out all the Desolate Man tribes except for the Lava tribe.
Therefore, how could Salwa dare to be arrogant in front of them?
Wine, goat milk, and roast beef were all served in the stone house in no time.
Azhari sat at the head of the table and ate heartily.
After eating for a while, Salva dared to ask, "Deputy Commander-in-Chief, are you here for that matter?"
Azhari nodded slowly, swallowed a mouthful of wine, and said in a deep voice, "Did you do what I asked you to do?" Even though the other party had already set up a banquet for him, his eyes were still extremely fierce, as if he would immediately kill someone if he did not get the answer he wanted.
Salva broke out in a cold sweat and said respectfully, "Ten years ago, after the high priest gave the order, I did not dare to neglect it. I immediately sent my youngest son, Tournu, to build a Limestone tribe at the entrance of the secret passage and guard it closely. For the past ten years, no one from the Xia has discovered the secret passage. A few days ago, the great chief sent a letter, and I immediately sent my eldest son, Keaton, to verify it. So far, there has been no abnormality. "
If he knew that his youngest son had brought people to the West Mountain Camp without permission, and had lost both of his hands, who knew if he would jump up in anger.
If he knew that Yan Li was in the Limestone tribe at this moment, he would definitely jump up in anger.
Azhari said in an unquestionable tone, "I will give you one night to gather your troops and set off with me tomorrow."
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"Was it you who cut off my brother's hands?" Salva's eldest son, Keaton, was the Desolate warrior that Yan Li saw wearing the bone bracelet on his stomach. At this moment, there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes, just like the volcanoes that could be seen everywhere in this land, ready to erupt at any time.
Yan Li was also looking at him. This Desolate warrior was very strong. He could tell that he was at least stronger than the one who had lost both of his hands. But what surprised Yan Li even more was that he was fluent in the common language, and it did not sound awkward at all.
It was hard not to be surprised that such an unknown chief of a small tribe could speak the common language so fluently.
"It wasn't me." Yan Li immediately denied it.
Tournu looked at Yan Li with resentment. He had already recognized that Yan Li was the guy who gave orders from the flagpole.
Sensing his eyes, Yan Li smiled and said, "But if it were me, I would have cut off his legs as well. He could still lead the way even if he became a human stick. But I kept his legs, but he didn't feel grateful. I always want to kill those who are ungrateful." Yan Li smiled.
"Very well, then try to kill me." Keaton roared and was about to rush over.
"Wait!" Yan Li raised his hand to stop him.
"What?" Keaton actually stopped. Maybe it was because he was too familiar with the common language. If it were a Desolate who was not familiar with the common language, such as Tournu, there would be two results.
So Tournu could not understand Keaton's behavior. He snorted and snarled from his nose. He stared at Keaton as if he was blaming him for not killing Yan Li quickly.
Yan Li laughed softly and said, "You want to avenge your brother?"
Keaton said, "Even if it's not for revenge, do you, a human cultivator, want to escape from the Taganla Mountains?"
"No, that's not what I mean." Yan Li smiled and said, "I have a lot of experience in revenge. If you let your subordinates attack together, the pleasure of revenge will be greatly reduced."
Keaton laughed wildly and said, "Human, do you think we, the great Desolate God people, will bully you with numbers?"
The Desolate were warlike, brave, and fearless. They were especially good at fighting with fewer people. They had fought with the Xia Dynasty for so many years, and they had always been fighting with numbers.
Yan Li patted his chest and said, "Then I can rest assured."
Keaton showed a look of disdain and said, "Human cultivators are all cowards who are afraid of death. You are no exception!"
Yan Li shook his head and said with a smile, "I am afraid that if I kill too many people, I will take all the credit. Let me teach you a lesson. If you want to eat more meat, you have to give the soup to others. "
Keaton did not really understand the meaning of this sentence, but he heard the strong sarcasm in Yan Li's tone. There were few Desolate who could control their temper. The stronger they were, the more irritable their temper was.
This could not be blamed on them. The courage hidden in their muscles was a kind of irritable power.
Of course, if it was not irritable, the Desolate today would not have been created.
"Go to hell!" Keaton roared and suddenly rushed towards Yan Li.
Yan Li was still smiling, but the next moment, the smile on his face suddenly froze.
As soon as he said the word "die", there was a muffled sound of air explosion, and Keaton's whole body disappeared.
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