Advanced Field: Ancient Battlefield and the Suffering Tribe
Still recovering from the previous quick duel, Lin Bai was lying in the lounge in a daze, with two choices before him: end today's battle or continue to participate in the next one.
The aches and pains throughout her body told Lin Bai that it was time to stop. However, she took out a supplement, drank it in one gulp, and then took a painkiller injection. Her body instantly felt lighter. She stretched her body and clicked to participate in the next game.
【Would you like to participate in the advanced match? 】
Lin Bai selected [Confirm] and entered the next game directly.
The broken scenes reappeared around him, and Lin Bai floated in them, waiting to begin.
Part 1: Myth Revival
【Confirmed that the contestant is from Earth Mythology Zone.】
[Searching for unrestored myths in Earth mythology...]
[Earth Mythology Restoration Degree: 0.025%]
Lin Bai couldn't help but be amazed at the degree of restoration. There is indeed a long way to go.
Then everything went dark and the game began.
The system begins to broadcast the background story.
[The battlefield is full of bloodshed, and you are just an unknown soldier. Charge forward for your tribe.]
The roars of the battlefield came one after another. Before the world was loaded, Lin Bai took out the crystal. The crystal responded and a task popped up.
[Primary Quest: Become the tribe's first warrior.]
After the mission finished, Lin Bai opened her eyes to see smoke billowing and drums and horns blaring all around her. Standing on a hill, she looked out over a bloody battlefield.
Rough armor reflected a golden glow in the sunlight, and huge axes, spears, and bone knives clashed in the air, mixing blood and mud. The warriors' shouts shook the sky.
Lin Bai looked down at herself. She was wearing animal skin armor, holding a smooth and sharp bone spear in her hand, and carrying a totem flag of a tribe behind her.
A deep but passionate shout rang out in her ears: "Children of the Jiuli, the Yellow Emperor's army is coming! Anyone who dares to take a step back will be chopped down!"
Lin Bai suddenly looked up and saw a general as tall as a mountain rushing past her waving a huge axe. He was covered in blood and mud, but there was a fearless laugh on his face.
Lin Bai realized that this might be a fragment of the great battle between the Chiyou tribe and the Yellow Emperor tribe in the ancient Chinese mythology, and she was a warrior in the Chiyou camp.
She took a deep breath, suppressed her anxiety, gripped the bone spear tightly, and rushed towards the battlefield.
The front line had become a hellish savagery, with enemies and allies engaged in a chaotic melee. Lin Bai plunged into the crowd, and with his extraordinary reflexes and divinely empowered strength, he quickly stabbed the first enemy. It was a warrior from the Yan Emperor's former army, wielding a flaming blade. He had barely raised his weapon when Lin Bai pierced his throat.
"First strike," she murmured, and without hesitation, she rolled, dodged, and stabbed. Like a fighting machine, she cut a bloody path through the dense crowd.
Divine perception then emerged, and the spirit of Marshal Tianpeng in her body no longer erupted at full power, but instead hid in the bone spear, assisting her in unleashing extraordinary skills and agility in battle.
And her killing-like attack also invisibly attracted the attention of people around her.
"Who is that? He's killing like crazy."
"It's a new pawn, fresh blood."
"She killed so many enemies!"
Lin Bai heard the discussion, but did not take it to heart. After knocking down the fifth man with a shot, he picked up the bronze shield on the ground, used it to protect himself, and stepped deeper into the enemy camp.
In the center of the battlefield, an army was approaching like a torrent. They were from the Yellow Emperor's tribe and were the vanguard.
Lin Bai, surrounded by his comrades, quietly approached the front lines. On the battlefield, sorcerers would occasionally burn incense and pray on a high platform, causing celestial phenomena to arise, while sorcerers controlling wind and thunder would unleash lightning, collapsing entire hills.
The coexistence of cold weapons and divine magic is a unique scene in this battle.
"She just killed that thunder sorcerer?!" someone exclaimed.
Lin Bai stood among the corpses, her body bathed in blood, her bone spear already stained red. She didn't answer, but slowly turned and stepped towards the next enemy.
[Current mission progress: Kill count: 9. Reputation value: 90.]
[Primary Quest Update: When your reputation reaches 100, you will be awarded the title of "Chiyou Tribe Warrior."]
Lin Bai's eyes lit up slightly. He started as an unknown person and worked his way up to prominence step by step. Finally, he was able to get to the real mythological node, the ultimate showdown between Chiyou and Huangdi, and then found the place to submit his story.
She gritted her teeth and charged forward again.
Just when she knocked down the twentieth enemy, a deafening roar suddenly came to her ears.
"Chi You!! Chi You is coming!!"
A wild and violent wind roared down from the sky. Lin Bai looked up suddenly and saw in the distance of the battlefield, an iron-blooded god of war was riding astride an iron-eating beast warhorse, holding two halberds, wearing bronze armor, and walking on the wind.
That is Chi You.
At this moment, Lin Bai looked up and saw not only the dust flying in the wind, but also a terrifying figure coming at lightning speed.
Chi You, leader of the Jiuli tribe, carried the glory of the Jiuli on his shoulders. He rode astride the back of a massive, powerful iron-eating beast, leaving enemies to fall in his wake, their fate uncertain. The beast's roar was so deafening it seemed to shake even the heavens.
However, surprisingly, Chiyou did not rush in all directions as usual, but slowly stopped and looked at the Yellow Emperor's army approaching from a distance.
The noise of the battlefield suddenly stopped and the air seemed to freeze.
"Stop!" Chi You's voice was like thunder, resounding to the ground.
The soldiers of the surrounding tribes immediately stopped fighting, and a momentary silence fell. The vanguard of the Yellow Emperor's tribe also stopped, and both sides stared at each other warily.
Lin Bai was a little confused. What was going on?
Chi You slowly dismounted, supported his double halberds with one hand, and walked towards Huangdi's camp.
At this time, the Yellow Emperor's flag flew high, and the Yellow Emperor stood beneath it. He was dressed in golden armor, his face majestic and his eyes determined. The leaders of the two armies stared at each other, and the air was filled with tension.
"Chiyou," Huangdi said softly, his voice calm, "Why did you call for a halt? This isn't a joke."
Chi You was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Let's stop fighting today."
"Oh?" Huangdi raised an eyebrow, seeming a little surprised, but he didn't show any more emotion. "Do you think stopping will change anything? Your tribe is doomed to fail."
Chi You didn't reply. Instead, he looked around, his gaze shifting between the warriors of his own tribe and those of the Yellow Emperor. He saw each determined yet exhausted face, and thought of the countless civilians who endured war for the safety of their country. He was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke, "Yellow Emperor, there are too many casualties."
A faint smile appeared on Huangdi's face. "Chiyou, do you finally understand? War is ruthless. The winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy. Even if you say ceasefire, it cannot be changed."
"I'm only fighting for my tribe." Chi You's voice deepened. "It's time to stop the bloodshed in this land."
Lin Bai observed from the sidelines, feeling a complex mix of emotions. This system would always tamper with the original myth story a little bit.
Huangdi seemed moved. He looked at Chiyou, then at the warriors of his tribe around him, and sighed deeply. "Alright. Let's call a truce for now. However, this is not a reconciliation."
Chi You nodded, then turned and ordered his troops to retreat. Huangdi also signaled his army to cease attacking. Although the soldiers on both sides remained tense, the fighting finally stopped with the tacit understanding of the two leaders.
The smoke on the battlefield had not yet dissipated and the corpses were still piled up, but at this moment, the troops of both sides began to slowly separate.
Lin Bai stood there, taking a deep breath. She knew that while the war had temporarily ceased, she knew it didn't mean peace had arrived. The struggle between the two mythical leaders wasn't over yet; otherwise, there wouldn't be a battle for supremacy.
Lin Bai followed Chi You's troops back to the tribe, feeling a heavy heart. The smoke of war had gradually dissipated, but that invisible sense of oppression still followed him like a shadow, like a dark cloud in the sky, which could never be dispelled.
Lin Bai's heart tightened at the sight of the tribe. She entered the camp, surrounded by a scene of devastation. Most of the tents and fences were shattered, and discarded weapons and armor were scattered everywhere. Many tribesmen were busy cleaning up the wreckage, while frail children played around, as if searching for a last glimmer of joy in this bloody war. But her gaze involuntarily fell on the exhausted elders and women. Their eyes were empty, their faces etched with exhaustion and helplessness.
"Lord Chiyou, we don't have enough food." A woman cautiously approached Chiyou, fear and anxiety evident in her eyes. In her hand, she held a piece of unidentified food that was so dry it was falling apart.
Chi You looked at her, was silent for a moment, and nodded: "I know. We will go look for prey nearby tomorrow." His voice was low and tired.
Lin Bai watched from the sidelines, feeling an indescribable sadness. The tribe's livelihood was already difficult, and now it faced unprecedented hardship. She saw young warriors lying in shabby tents, their wounds unbandaged, their faces pale, ready to die at any moment.
Her gaze followed Chi You's steps, a sense of urgency rising within her. She knew the tribe didn't have time to wait for another victory. The warriors' wounds hadn't healed, and supplies were severely scarce. The toll of war wasn't just on the bodies of the fallen, but also on the scarcity of every bite of food and every drop of medicine.
As night fell, the tribe quieted down. Standing in front of the tent, Lin Bai saw a group of elderly people sitting around the fire. Their faces were covered with wrinkles, and the rough skin on their hands showed their decades of hard work and suffering.
"Once upon a time, our tribe was so powerful," an old man murmured. "Whether it was the Yellow Emperor or the Yan Emperor, who would dare to look down on us, the Jiuli? But now we are no longer as formidable as we once were."
The old man's voice was filled with a hint of helplessness and sadness. Lin Bai felt a heavy feeling in her heart as she listened. She could also feel the heaviness of this land. Those once glorious memories were now shrouded in the dark clouds of war.
However, despite this, the people of the tribe still did not give in. They may have long given up hope of restoring their former glory, but they still held on to their land and tried to find a glimmer of hope in the midst of hardship.
The next morning, Lindbergh and other warriors from the tribe were sent to the nearby mountains to search for food and herbs. Along the way, she saw a desolate scene. The once prosperous forest had now become sparse, with dead trees everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of death.
Where to hunt?
The tribe's food reserves had long been depleted, and even the most common wild fruits had become scarce. Everyone could only struggle in this barren land, searching for every grain of food that could fill their stomachs.
"We don't have enough resources. If we continue like this..." a soldier muttered to himself, and then he immediately shut his mouth, as if he didn't want to continue talking about this topic.
Lin Bai didn't say anything. She knew that everyone understood very well that without strong logistical support, no matter how close victory was, it would ultimately be just a castle in the air.
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