"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
This time, the warriors of the Gu Yuan tribe aren't fighting for the greater good of humankind, but for the resentment of the tribe. They fight for the future development and reproduction land of their tribe. From time immemorial, no matter the race, internal strife is inevitable. Tribes always struggle for resources, land, and population. They always strive for the power and reproduction of their own tribes. This time, these tribes have extended their hands towards the Gu Yuan tribe. Thus, let's cut off these greedy claws reaching out to us.
Xiao Chen stood on a giant stone, hands behind his back, staring at the whole mountain city. Sunlight filled the waiting enemy. The crimson sunlight illuminated all places in the tribe. Moments later, he cried out again.
"Since the establishment of our Gu Yuan tribe, anyone who joins our Guardian Clan Soldiers must abide by the three laws of war, and only these three laws!"
"Those who retreat without fighting, kill!"
