Before Wu Mingyi and the others could make a move, an old man among the dressed people suddenly looked in the direction of Wu Mingyi and the others, and then began to shout loudly.

Wu Mingyi couldn't understand what the old man was saying, but seeing the native warriors surging around him, he knew that his group had been exposed.

He drew his longsword and led the charge. In his eyes, the opponents were only a few dozen orcs. Although he had only recently advanced to the Yellow Realm, he was still a true powerhouse. What were these so-called native "warriors"?

The six men, forming a standard wedge formation, broke through the orc warriors' encirclement and faced directly the group of high-ranking natives whose heads were covered in feathers.

Strangely, after seeing the carnage behind Wu Mingyi, the group did not retreat, but instead formed two circles. The strong men were on the outside, and the clothed men were on the inside.

"Heh heh... You're asking for death!" Wu Mingyi roared and charged forward, his gleaming blade flashing, about to strike the head of the burly, pot-bellied man in front of him.

"Buzz!" Wu Mingyi suddenly felt dizzy. His internal energy seemed to be stimulated and began to circulate rapidly, instantly dispelling the strange dizziness. When he regained consciousness, a spear had already pierced his chainmail.

"Awooo!" Wu Mingyi let out a howl like a wild beast, the roar of a king provoked! He swung his long sword and cut the big man in front of him in two, clearing several feet of space around him with a few more strikes.

Wu Mingyi turned around to look around and found that all five of his men were in grave danger. They were all staggering and unsteady, obviously suffering from that fatal dizziness. One of them had a spear stuck in his abdomen. If it weren't for the chainmail on his body preventing the spear from going any further, it would probably have been pierced through.

"You all retreat first, I'll kill these savages."

Wu Mingyi had already figured out the source of that strange dizziness. The group of clothed natives were forming a circle around the city, and the wooden staffs in their hands emitted a faint light. As the light flickered, Wu Mingyi felt waves of dizziness.

"Ah!" Wu Mingyi charged madly at the natives, splitting several native leaders in two.

The old man who first discovered their trail shouted again, and all the natives threw down their wooden staffs and began to join hands. The leader pointed his staff at Wu Mingyi, and the staff shone brightly, making Wu Mingyi's soul tremble.

He desperately channeled his inner energy, turned around, grabbed his most seriously injured subordinate, and ran. Wu Mingyi was brave, but he wasn't stupid. No one who survived the fierce battle on the northern city walls was a fool.

A wave of dizziness overwhelmed Wu Mingyi. He forgot everything and fought instinctively, swinging his knife relentlessly. When the dizziness subsided, there was no one in front of him...

Looking at the native camp and the five cultivators behind him, Wu Mingyi felt lingering fear.

"Your Highness, as an invader, one should never underestimate the local people's will to resist. I was still careless!"

At dawn, Wu Mingyi stood on the wooden stockade wall of the northern camp, looking at the endless indigenous camps outside, his face expressionless.

"My lord, several more tribes have appeared outside today, and I have seen different totems." Chun Shang Erlang returned from his patrol and approached Wu Mingyi to report.

Wu Mingyi nodded slightly, indicating that he understood. There were thousands of people in the camp watching him, and he must not show any panic.

Now he regrets it somewhat, regretting why he dared to write a strange letter to Liu Renguang. If it weren't for the military law that high-ranking officials must report any military intelligence immediately, he wouldn't have even reported it at the time.

Now things have changed. In just a few days, the number of natives outside the city has increased several times over, filling Wu Mingyi's heart with gloom.

After the night raid, Wu Mingyi found the guides in the camp. They were all natives of the Alai tribe, and he was able to learn the details of those strange tribesmen from them.

In the indigenous tribes of Luzon, there is a special figure—the shaman. The shaman is the tribe's doctor and also recognized as a wise man. He can predict the weather, understand arithmetic, and use "divine magic" to assist the tribe's warriors in battle.

Faced with an unknown enemy, Wu Mingyi decisively sent someone to request reinforcements. What did his pride matter? The camp not only had four brigades of soldiers, but also three thousand laborers! If the camp were breached, some soldiers might be able to break through, but could the unarmed laborers escape the Turao's pursuit in the jungle?