Ta Shan seemed to have been waiting for Tu to arrive before he would make a move. He waited a while longer until Tu appeared behind him, then asked Yu, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Yu said, "Tashan, you have been completely used by Mai Zi, yet you were completely unaware of it. How laughable!"
Tashan thought for a moment, but what he said was different from what Yu said: "The wheat you mentioned... is it Li Qing? It's strange that this kid has two names."
The implication is that regardless of whether the other party takes advantage of it or not, since there's an opportunity to eliminate the White Feather Tribe, why not take it?
As for the Red Flower Tribe, it seems that the Black Wind Tribe sees them as a tribe that can be dealt with at any time and is not worth paying attention to.
Yu nearly coughed up blood. He never expected that Ta Shan was just like Chu, a brainless burly man who only knew how to fight. His eyes darted around, and he asked Tu, "Are you really willing to be used by him?"
Tu didn't want to waste words with Yu. With a wave of his hand, several archers behind him immediately drew their arrows. The arrows drew a beautiful arc in the air and hit several warriors around Yu who hadn't had time to escape.
At such close range, and with the Black Wind Tribe's highly skilled warriors making their move, everyone who was hit fell to the ground and died instantly!
They acted without hesitation, not even giving Yu a chance to speak.
Veins bulged on Yu's forehead. After all, he was a chieftain, and speaking to Tu in a humble manner to survive had already annoyed the chieftain. But Tu not only didn't appreciate it, but instead became even more demanding. Yu's patience had its limits. He choked back a sob, "Tu!"
He could still endure it, but the soldiers behind him could not. They did not have Yu's cunning, nor were they willing to live in humiliation. They shouted and rushed towards Tu Chong, who was closest to them.
"This guy is the chieftain of the Black Wind Tribe. Kill him! If we kill him, we will win!"
One person in the angry crowd shouted this, which completely ignited the passion of the others. Except for "high-level warriors" like Yu and Blackfoot, they all shouted and charged towards the Black Wind Tribe warriors who surrounded them.
It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Tu's lips curled into a cruel smile: "Tashan."
"Yes, Chief."
Tashan took a step forward.
"But Chief, aren't you interested in these little ants?" Tashan asked curiously. "These guys rarely come to us willingly, so we should cherish this opportunity. As for Gumai and his group, they've already pledged allegiance to our tribe, so it's not appropriate for us to use them for training..."
Tu said with dissatisfaction, "You're too long-winded."
"My old habits have kicked in. I'm sorry, Chief."
Tashan stuck out his tongue comically, then threw a punch, sending one of the guys who was trying to sneak up on Tu flying.
Tashan, also a level four warrior, unleashed terrifying power. In just an instant, the young man who had been sneaking close was hit like a cannonball, sent flying straight down to a pine tree in the distance before finally landing on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
After dealing with this person, Tashan clearly wasn't ready to stop. He casually grabbed the head of another guy who was quietly approaching, as if he were just picking up something nearby, and controlled his head with his right hand.
"Let me go!"
The young man in Tashan's hands looked to be in his early twenties, but in Tashan's hands, he was like a child caught skipping school by his father. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free from his father's grasp. Especially the warriors of the Black Wind Tribe, except for a few who were fighting, all the others who had nothing to do watched this scene and burst into laughter. They hadn't seen such an amusing scene in a long time and found it very comical.
"Two choices: death or slavery," Tashan said succinctly. "Quite a few members of the Red Flower Tribe have already joined our tribe, and they're doing quite well. If you don't believe me, I can introduce you to them..."
Ouch!
Tashan cried out in surprise.
He suddenly realized that there was a smear of saliva on his face.
Clearly, the saliva came from the thing in his hand...
"If you want to kill me, just kill me! Why all this nonsense!" he roared. "I will never be a slave to your Black Wind Tribe. What I want most is to cut your head off with my own hands, Tashan!"
Enraged, Tashan grabbed the man's head and slammed him to the ground!
A muffled thud resounded from the ground.
Then, they lifted the person's body up.
The man's face was covered in blood and dirt, which blurred his features.
After that, Tashan was still not satisfied, so he slammed him to the ground again!
Repeat this process.
During the torture at Tashan, the man initially managed to put up a weak resistance, but his resistance gradually weakened until finally, his body became stiff and he died completely.
Tashan threw him to the ground.
—While torturing this person, not a single warrior from the White Feather Tribe could get close to Tashan. The strength of the Black Wind Tribe was once again fully demonstrated. Whether it was an elite warrior like Tashan or some "ordinary" warriors, their strength was far superior to that of the White Feather Tribe. There was an insurmountable gap between the two.
The adage "a desperate army is bound to win" did not apply to the people of the White Feather Tribe. Every face of them was filled with grief, indignation, and murderous intent, while their opponents, the Black Wind Tribe, were all laughing and joking until the enemy actually attacked, completely unconcerned.
Two completely different mindsets led to very different results, and even Li Qing, who was watching from above, felt a chill in his heart.
Just how strong was the Black Wind Tribe...? If those people with the thorns hadn't died, and the Black Wind Tribe had fought against over a hundred tribes at its peak, the outcome might have been even more bloody.
Young warriors fell one after another, while the older generation, filled with grief and indignation, were equally powerless to change the course of the battle, and could only be unilaterally slaughtered by the Black Wind Tribe.
However, death was nothing to the older generation of warriors who were used to life and death. What truly broke the camel's back was the departure of the chief, Blackfoot.
The chieftain was their pillar of support. They attacked the Black Wind Tribe on his orders. Although they were shocked by the ambush, they did not back down. They just wanted to break ties with the Black Wind Tribe and escape this place, no matter what. They would deal with the rest later.
They have always done it this way.
Because they knew they were fighting for the chief!
But when these desperate warriors looked towards where the chieftain stood, hoping to gain some encouragement, they only saw empty air. Feather and Blackfoot were nowhere to be found.
Instantly, the warriors who discovered this situation lost all will to fight. Starting with the warrior who first discovered the chief's disappearance, everyone stood or knelt on the ground, staring silently at the spot, completely devoid of any fighting spirit.
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