Chapter 384: People are getting old

"You have all experienced the cold wind at night. In such weather, they only care about keeping warm. Even the patrolmen will be absent-minded."

In the dead of night, the old leader of the Sword Tribe was encouraging the morale of the warriors.

He had not done this for a long time. He had been comfortable for too long since he lost his position as leader after being challenged by the new leader.

But this mission gave him an opportunity. He didn't dare to think about regaining the position of leader, but at least he would have more say in the tribe.

With this idea in mind, he mustered his strength to let these warriors who followed him show their greatest courage.

In this battle, only victory is allowed, not defeat.

"Take that thing, jump out of the fence, and just walk into the snow and wind for a while, and no one will be able to see us."

At this time, the door of the room was open, and the howling snow and wind outside were clearly visible. Once the line of sight touched the snow and wind, it would be impossible to see what was behind.

"We can do it."

The warriors began to express their opinions. They were all warriors who followed the old leader and had been suppressed for too long. This time, they had to stand up.

Just as they were discussing heatedly, the eighth generation witch brought the leader Yin and gathered with Zhuo who had prepared early.

"You don't have to come. They are just vagrants and scattered warriors. I can deal with them."

Zhuo saw the eighth generation witch coming and greeted him and said.

The eighth generation witch smiled, did not say anything, just patted him on the shoulder, and then looked at the warriors behind Zhuo.

There are not many people, only about 200 in total, but this is not all the people to be ambushed this time.

Because they don't know where the enemy will go, there are many such teams, distributed outside the fence, waiting for the bone whistle to call.

"Bear it, I estimate that they will leave today, and they can't bear it for a few days at most."

The eighth generation wizard said, waving his hand behind him.

A warrior came out with a stone jar in his hand. The warriors saw that it was a jar.

"Meat soup?" Zhuo

asked in surprise.

The eighth generation wizard nodded: "It's hot, one sip each, and every warrior must drink it."

This was brought out from home on purpose. He used the staff to heat it from time to time along the way, so he was not afraid of being cold.

The warriors had already rushed forward, one by one, each took a sip, and were very satisfied.

Although everything in this world has recovered, there is still not much fresh meat. Even if they hunt, most of it is frozen and sealed. The tribe's food is still distributed according to demand, and only the upper echelons can occasionally enjoy fresh meat.

Frozen meat is completely different from fresh meat, which is especially important for the warriors who have been eating meat for a long time.

Today's food is still mainly frozen fish, and the warriors are tired of eating it whether it is roasted or stewed.

Today, the fresh meat soup is taken out, firstly to motivate the warriors. After all, this is the first battle of the Fire Tribe here. Even if it is small in scale, it is very important.

Secondly, it is so cold that the sky guard is waiting for the enemy to come. If the enemy does not come, it will be difficult to explain. However, the eighth generation witch cannot control this matter, and he has to be on guard, so he can only appease it in advance.

With this meat soup, even if the people from the Sword Tribe did not come out today, this group of people would not cause any conflict.

The Eighth Generation Shaman was delivering meat soup everywhere here, and the Sword Tribe's envoy team had already walked out of the room.

They moved along the wall, trying to hide in the wind and snow, and their whereabouts were very covert.

The warriors arranged by the Eighth Generation Shaman in the room to observe from a distance did not find them at all. It was indeed easy to hide in such weather.

They sneaked along carefully all the way, and soon they came to a wall they had seen during the day, and saw the hammers piled up next to the wall.

"Take that thing and run away quickly."

The old leader of the Sword Tribe knew that there was no need to be cautious at this time. He took the thing and ran away quickly, into the world of wind and snow outside. Even if the Fire Tribe chased them out, they would not be able to catch them.

With this thought in mind, he rushed out first.

The totem power burst out from his body, supporting his old body to burst out with a speed that was no less than that of a strong man.

The old leader of the Sword Tribe was fast, but the warrior behind him was even faster. Although they also burst out the totem power, the young body was ultimately better.

Everyone ran to the bronze hammer, stretched out their hands to pull the handle, turned around and was about to run out, but they did not expect the bronze hammer to be unusually heavy. Many warriors were caught off guard and fell to the ground one after another.

Those who fell to the ground knocked down those who did not fall. After a burst of crackling, more than a hundred people almost piled up into a mountain of flesh.

The old leader of the Dao tribe, who was a step slower, looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, thinking that he had fallen into some kind of trap. Unexpectedly, it was just an accident. The warriors who were responsible for surveillance outside the fence were also very surprised.

Surprised as they were, they still had to do what they had to do. The warrior of the Sound tribe blew the bone whistle in his mouth with all his strength.

The use of bone whistles by warriors of the Sound tribe was very different from that of warriors of other tribes. Other tribes could only use bone whistles to convey very simple messages, but the Sound tribe could use bone whistles to convey relatively complex information.

He blew the sound up and down, speaking with music, and conveyed the scene in front of him.

Not far away was another warrior from the Sound Tribe. He passed the message again until the sound circled around the entire tribal wall and barely stopped.

All the prepared warriors heard the sound, including the Eighth Generation Shaman and Chief Yin who were on their way to deliver soup.

"South."

Chief Yin could naturally understand the bone whistle. He gave the interpretation almost instantly and led the Eighth Generation Shaman to rush south.

They were not far from this direction, but someone was closer than them, and that was Captain Zhuo.

When Zhuo led the team to the scene, the fence had been broken, and the old chief of the Knife Tribe was leading the warriors to charge out.

Zhuo was sure that they were charging, but it seemed that there were no enemies in front of them.

At this time, the old leader of the Knife Tribe was already frightened. The team that went to get the bronze hammer was ambushed, and the sound of a bone whistle immediately sounded nearby. How could he not panic?

He had not been in battle for many years, and it was difficult for him to muster the courage of his youth, nor did he have the composure of his youth.

Therefore, in the panic, he gave the order to charge, without caring about assembling the team, and even less caring about looking around. He directly led the team to break through the wall and rush out into the snow. This was all he wanted at the moment.

This is what happened in front of us. The people of the Knife Tribe ignored the team led by Zhuo running from the side, and just rushed into the snow and wind to kill.

When Zhuo first saw this scene, he was a little hesitant, fearing that this was an enemy plot, but the warrior of the Sound Tribe who was standing by and saw all this reminded him in time.

"They are startled." They

are startled, just like a pack of wolves that become chaotic at night because of a wolf howl, and then more and more wolves join in but cannot see the enemy, and finally even attack randomly.

Zhuo listened to the warrior of the Sound Tribe and immediately understood what he meant, and led the team to rush over.

This was the first battle after the Fire Tribe established its capital, and also the first battle after the appearance of the Bronze Blade.

When more than 200 people charged, the long swords in their hands were wrapped in the power of the totem, which made them look abnormally bright.

The enemies, who had never seen such a scene before and were in a state of panic, completely collapsed. They rushed forward one after another, and few turned to meet the enemy.

"Meet the enemy, meet the enemy, you can't run away, you must meet the enemy to survive."

At the critical moment, the old leader finally found some of the feeling of the past, but the battlefield was out of control. His shouts were buried by the wind and the chaotic running sounds. No one cared about this octogenarian, even though he was once the bravest warrior of the Knife Tribe.

There was no sympathy on Zhuo's face, only excitedly licking the snowflakes at the corners of his mouth.

"Kill."

He roared, waving the stone knife in his hand that flashed with totemic light, and was the first to rush into the chaotic enemy.

The warriors following behind killed the enemy bravely. They did not use the team's usual tactics, or it could be said that this was a annihilation war, so they fought extremely wildly.

Leaping and stabbing, the sharp blades with totemic power easily broke the enemy's weapons and slit the enemy's throats, letting their blood spray in the sky and fall to the ground mixed with snowflakes.

This was a one-sided killing. The enemy went from being on the verge of death to panic and finally kneeling down to beg for surrender.

However, Zhuo did not stop, and neither did his men. Before the war began, the Eighth Generation Shaman had given instructions:

Those warriors who showed dissatisfaction on their faces in front of the Fire Totem must stain their blood red in front of the Fire City to wash away their sins.

Since the invention of writing, the people of the Fire Tribe have become more and more interesting in their speech.

When the Eighth Generation Shaman who said this rushed to the battlefield, the massacre was almost over, and the warriors were stabbing the fallen enemies.

Either in the stomach or in the throat.

The only enemy still standing was the old leader of the Knife Tribe.

He used his shaking hands to support the stone knife, and his body relied on the stone knife to not fall down. There was anger, tears and pain in his eyes.

The people who fell beside him were his closest nephews and nephews. No one wanted to get close to him since he lost power. The people on the battlefield were all related to him, and they were the youngest and bravest among them.

Now, the last of his power in the Sword Tribe has been destroyed, and he himself is likely to die in the Fire Tribe.

"Surrender. The Fire Tribe will not kill prisoners, at least in this battle."

The eighth generation witch came to the old leader of the Sword Tribe and said condescendingly.

"But they surrendered just now."

The resentment finally disappeared. The cold wind reminded the old man that he was no longer in his prime. He was afraid, but he couldn't help questioning the young witch in front of him.

"I was not here just now, and no one could accept the surrender."

A reason that was not a reason, but the old leader of the Sword Tribe had to accept it.

"I... surrender."

He tried to pull out the stone knife and put it on his neck with shaking hands several times, but he didn't do it in the end.

As people get older, they become less courageous. He looked at the stone knife that had been with him for most of his life, loosened his grip, and threw it into a pool of blood.

From now on, he might not use a knife anymore.

The eighth-generation witch asked someone to take him back and take care of him. Naturally, someone would take care of these corpses. The eighth-generation witch turned and walked towards the altar.

He still remembered what the Fire Totem said to him: Come to see me after you have dealt with the matter of the Knife Tribe.