"The human legion is coming for revenge, but they only have... three, four, five..."
Uru Buk, the leader of the Blue Algae Tribe, squinted his large eyes while running and counting.
"How arrogant, they don't know their own strength!" Lukik shouted as he charged forward.
"Six..." Uru Buk continued counting.
"They don't know their own strength!" Lukak mocked as he ran.
"They don't know their own strength!" Lukik yelled angrily, turning his head to scold him.
"They don't know their own strength!" Lukak growled, furious, as he grabbed his club and changed direction, charging toward Lukik.
"Seven... eight..." Uru Buk kept counting.
"They don't know their own strength!" The warriors of the Whirlpool Tribe followed their leader as they charged toward the Mud Tribe.
"They don't know their own strength!" The warriors of the Mud Tribe followed their leader as they charged toward the Whirlpool Tribe.
"Nine... ten... I've counted them! They only have ten people!" Uru Buk shouted happily. Seeing the two rival tribes beside him, he felt a rush of joy. "Only ten people, they're all ours now! Capture them alive! Sell them!"
"Capture them alive!" The warriors of the Blue Algae Tribe shouted.
"Live pigs!" The warriors of other tribes shouted behind them.
"Live pigs!" The shouts echoed into the sky.
"Boss, are they insulting us again?" Splitting Blade shouted.
"Is this the tradition of your tribe before battle?" A few guards exchanged glances and shrugged.
A group of mobs.
"Why do your cave tribe always shout 'live pigs' before battle?" Kent, standing in the large carriage, helplessly rubbed his forehead. But because he was wearing full heavy armor, he was only rubbing the exquisitely crafted iron faceplate of his helmet.
"Ah... Sir, this... this..." Haka Chek said in a panic, seeing that his attempt to rally the tribe was failing miserably. This wasn't what he had planned at all.
When he saw Uru Buk charging ahead, a surge of anger ignited in his heart.
The Blue Algae Tribe and the Green Moss Tribe had been rivals for many years. Many women who were supposed to go to the Green Moss Tribe had been intercepted by the Blue Algae Tribe, and the two tribes had clashed multiple times. If it weren't for his godly power these years, the Green Moss Tribe would likely have fallen already.
This guy clearly didn't want to give him a chance to speak, intending to wipe them all out with the Cave Tribe.
Just as he nervously prepared to turn around and advise Kent to avoid the danger, a burst of flames rushed past his ear.
Then another burst of flames swept over.
Boom! Boom!
Dozens of small figures were instantly engulfed by the flames.
Satisfaction points from the guard team: +500, +500, +500...
Satisfaction points from Haka Chek: +50, +50, +50...
What's going on? Kent looked at Haka Chek on the mule's back.
Haka Chek felt a chill down his spine. He had no idea that Kent had just used some kind of gaze to scan him. The divine miracle released by Kent and his subordinates just now made him overjoyed.
Uru Buk was dead! Kent really was on their side!
"Tribe members—" Taking advantage of the chaos ahead, he raised his arms and shouted loudly.
"Wow—" Countless cave people screamed as they fled back.
Only Haka Chek awkwardly stood on the mule's back, raising his arms.
The cave people came and went like a tide. Left on the beach were two tribesmen with their eyes squinted tightly.
"Let go! You stinky foot!" Lukak shouted.
"You let go! You stinky foot!" Lukik refused to back down, shouting even louder.
"Whatever I say, you always copy me!" Lukak said, pulling harder.
"I'm copying your mom!" Lukik retorted.
"Ah! What did you say? If mom hears, she'll beat you to death!" Lukak shouted angrily.
"You always use your mom as a shield when fighting. You're useless!" Lukik refused to let it go.
"Watch me bite you to death!" Lukak opened his mouth wide and bit the large foot in front of him.
"Ah, ah, ah, you're really biting!" Lukik also bit the opponent's heel.
Boom! Boom! Two loud sounds echoed. The two tribe leaders, Lukak and Lukik, stopped shouting in confusion. At this moment, one of them had his foot pressed against the other's chin, while the other had his heel kicked into his opponent's armpit. Their arms were tangled with each other's legs, and they were breathing heavily, entangled together. Around them, a few hundred soldiers from the two tribes either hugged, embraced, or rolled together. There were even four or five people entangled and rolling in a heap.
After seeing the figures that had been blown away, the brothers, who had once been born from the same mother, cried and hugged each other.
If they hadn't been fighting, they would have been blown away just now.
"Hey! Lukak! Is that you?" Haka Chek shouted, stopping the Mud Tribe leader who was about to lead the tribe away.
"Haka Chek, the humans can use witchcraft. I don't dare to save you," Lukak shouted loudly.
A divine punishment had descended, burning the Blue Algae Tribe's leader and dozens of warriors. This kind of witchcraft was definitely best avoided.
"No, this is the divine messenger. Look, I'm fine!" Haka Chek patted his chest.
"Then... where's your king hammer?" Lukak hadn't seen the precious iron-headed hammer in Haka Chek's hand, and looked around. "And where's your army?"
Haka Chek's face turned red. How could he tell the truth that his iron hammer had been shattered and his warriors had been killed by Kent's guard team? He coughed twice and shouted loudly, "The king hammer has been offered to the gods. My army is on a far-off pilgrimage... In any case, come quickly, and bow to the divine messenger!"
The cave people were truly resilient men.
They knelt as soon as they were told.
The black crowd of around two hundred Cave Tribe warriors, followed by their two leaders, nervously knelt in front of the carriage.
And further away, thousands of warriors and people from different cave tribes, not knowing what had happened here, gathered at a distance, not daring to approach.
At this moment, Splitting Blade's heart was filled with surging waves.
Two battles had been settled with just a few fire bombs.
Truly, the boss is amazing.
"I heard that the human slaves Haka Chek caught were hidden by you?" Kent, his voice deep, asked from within his magical patterned armor.
"No, no!"
"We dare not!"
Lukak and Lukik simultaneously spoke up, shaking their heads vigorously.
"Honorable divine messenger..." Lukak said with great respect.
"Expensive!" Lukik poked him sharply with his elbow.
"I'm kneeling! Can't you see?" Lukak was about to get angry but stopped when he saw Kent in his heavy armor.
"I said, honorable!" Lukik reminded again.
"I just said 'honorable,' didn't I?" Lukak's big head turned as he couldn't remember what he said earlier, "Honorable divine messenger, we were just helping Chief Haka Chek watch over those human slaves, but we didn't hide them."
"Oh, then bring them over," Kent said.
"Ah, divine messenger, they've already been..." The voice trailed off.
"Bought by the Deep Dwellers from the Fishmen Tribe..."
"What? Didn't they say it was too expensive..." Haka Chek's shoulders twitched, and he quickly covered his mouth. "Have they already left?"
"They haven't been taken away yet!" Lukak said righteously. "I told the Deep Dwellers, this transaction needs Chief Haka Chek's decision, and they agreed. To show sincerity, they paid two pounds of river clam gold dust as a deposit."
"Two pounds of gold dust?" Kent's eyes lit up. "What kind of people are worth that much money?"
"Divine messenger, it's river clam gold," Haka Chek explained respectfully. "The Fishmen Tribe is good at collecting gold dust, but unlike humans, they don't know how to make pure gold coins. They only use river clams as a measure."
"But river clams come in different sizes," Kent said, puzzled by this measurement system.
"Uh..." The leaders of the cave tribes looked at each other in wide-eyed silence. They had never considered this question before.
An awkward silence followed.
Nearby, the members of Kent's guard team looked at him with admiration, watching as he was treated almost like a deity by these native tribes.
"Boss is the boss."
"What do the Fish People want to buy humans for?" Kent asked in confusion.
"They probably want to use them... as sacrifices."