Chapter 9: The Attacked Tribe

  "Sayans!!... Is God Envoy from the Sayan tribe?" Bighu had never heard of this tribe, but since Xiaso came from there, it must be a very powerful tribe of the Mongols.

  With Xia Zuo's addition, their small tribe might also prosper and it was even possible for them to migrate into the interior of the Kampa Highlands.

  And without mentioning the subtle joy of Bi Gu at this time, Xia Zuo, who was stunned by his own discovery, felt the changes in his body. Just now busy eating things didn't feel it, but now that he's calmed down, he feels that although his injured body is still a bit weak, his strength is much stronger than before.

  Strong muscles and bones, five internal organs, as a result of the wounds on his body have already started to scab over in such a short period of time.

  After each life-or-death experience, Saiyans' bodies would tap into their hidden potential and increase in power. Shias was now thoroughly convinced of his own judgment.

  "It's done..." Subconsciously swallowing his saliva, Xia Zuo's eyes finally revealed a look of manic joy.

  As a well-known character in the previous life, the Saiyans, a fighting nation that spans the universe, and not to mention the several transformations that are enough to dominate the universe, even the initial Super Saiyan, have combat power that is enough to destroy a planet.

  If he awakens to that power, then in this world he is... a god!!

  Thinking of this, Xia Sha's mouth corner involuntarily flowed out a faint smile.

  "Shinshi-sama... Shinshi-sama..." Biko's untimely voice called out to Saya, waking her from a pleasant dream.

  A beautiful woman with a slender figure and delicate features suddenly transformed into a rugged muscular man covered in thick black hair, the huge difference made Xia Zuo involuntarily shiver, his whole body covered in goosebumps.

  It wasn't until then that Hiyoshi noticed the change in Bikou's way of addressing him, and it took a whole two hours for Hiyoshi to get the stubborn beastman to change how he addressed him. After gathering up the remaining spoils of war, under the excited beastmen's lead, they approached Bikou's tribe.

  "Boss, we're almost at our tribe!" La Ke said for the tenth time, and by now the sky had already lightened up.

  "Is that it?" Xia Zuo had already stopped paying attention to this nonsense, and when he looked around again, he saw a thick black smoke rising into the sky on the distant horizon, dispersing into thin air. A bad premonition appeared in Xia Zuo's heart.

  "Something's wrong! The village is in trouble!" Twelve beaming, smiling beastmen simultaneously changed their expressions and took off running towards the direction of the rising black smoke.

  It wasn't until two hours of frantic rushing later that Xia Zuo and the others finally arrived at the scene shrouded in darkness.

  In the ruins, one can still vaguely make out the appearance of a small village that once was. The stone wall, only about one meter high, has been almost completely knocked down.

  The ground was covered with dark red blood that had already coagulated, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood and the stench of burnt fur. The small houses still had embers that had not been extinguished, and they were emitting faint wisps of smoke.

  The small village was visible at a glance, although it was littered with debris and almost completely destroyed, but there wasn't even a single corpse.

  "Older brother Bī, they took everyone away!" The searching Mankai beastman easily found chaotic footprints on the solidified blood. Some looked like human footprints but were slightly larger than ordinary people's footprints, while others were those of the Mankai beastmen.

  Seeing such footprints, the surrounding furious beastmen immediately gasped rapidly, their eyes turning crimson red!

  "It's those damned half-orcs... They went that way, let's chase after them!" Bigu's already rough face became even more ferocious with anger and anxiety, his body emitting a rolling, brutal, murderous intent.

  They knew well the nature of the half-orcs and naturally understood why they were driving their tribesmen away.

  Even if they weren't like kin to them, they absolutely wouldn't allow the noble Kampas Beastmen to become food for those lowly filthy bandits.

  A dozen or so worried-looking Mank were shouting and following the footprints on the ground like a raging storm.

  "What is a half-beast? Is it a type of beastman?" Xia Zuo had never heard of this race before, and was guessing at the relationship between half-beasts and beastmen based on their names.

  "How is that possible!" Bigou, who was running wildly, seemed to have been greatly insulted, and roared in anger, with stinky saliva splashing everywhere. "Those filthy, greedy bandits, even the most filthy, lazy, and weak Pigu tribe are a million times more noble than them!"

  Under Bikou's furious description, Shaya finally had a rough understanding of the half-beastmen who had taken away the Bikou tribe people.

  Tall, green-skinned humanoids with sharp teeth, slightly shorter than humans but much stronger, wielding bone and wooden clubs as weapons that still pack a great deal of force.

  They do not cultivate, occasionally hunt, rely on the plants of the rocky wilderness, and plunder for a living. They can turn everything that can be eaten within sight into food, including bark, grass roots, rotting flesh, and even dead half-orcs.

  Filthy, despicable, evil, cruel, timid, cowardly, a string of adjectives that left Xia Zha stunned at the rich vocabulary of this straightforward beastman.

  These frequent raids on the Beastmen, plundering the half-beastman tribes, were called shameless thieves and robbers by Bigu, because their departure of twelve caused the tribe's combat power to be reduced by more than half, only then did those weak and cruel bandits dare to raid the village.

  And these are not races without wisdom, and they will not kill all the prey, they will slaughter the warriors among them, cruelly devour their corpses, making themselves feel stronger.

  Drive the remaining old and weak back to the temporary dwelling in the mountain cave as a reserve of food.

  "These beasts!" Xia Zuo squeezed out four words from between his teeth, the various actions he had heard of were unheard of, and the cruelty of these half-beasts far exceeded that of many wild animals that killed only for survival.

  At the same time, he also understood why Bi Gu was so angry when he mentioned the half-beastman, and his anxiety now. If they hurried a bit faster, they might still be able to save some of their tribesmen from the mouths of the half-beastmen.

  "Higoro, what's wrong? We'll definitely be able to rescue your tribesmen!" As they ran, Hiyori easily noticed the worried look on Higoro's face, who was not good at hiding his inner thoughts.

  "They're so timid, Big Brother!" Bi Gu said in a low, expressionless voice "Those cowardly thieves, even if there were five of them, wouldn't dare to fight me one on one!"

  When they have the advantage of numbers, the half-orcs are very brave, but once their ratio to the beastmen is less than five to one, this weak race can't even muster the courage to resist, and when facing real Kampas warriors, this ratio will be further widened. Of course, if they really fall into a desperate situation, these cowardly half-orcs will also burst out with great combat power in order to save their lives.

  Xia Sha easily understood his meaning, just like Gu's introduction on the road, their small tribe had less than a hundred people, and after removing the twelve of them, there were still more than eighty Mang beastmen left.

  In the face of this force, the timid half-beastmen had to gather more than 500 people before they dared to attack the tribal village.

  After a brief silence, Xia Zuo patted Bi Gu's shoulder heavily and said, "We will rescue your people, the great Kampas God will bless us!"

  As the messenger of Kampas god in Bikou's heart, Shazou's confident smile seemed to have given Bikou infinite courage, and he roared to the sky "Kampas god bless, tear those weak half-beasts..."

  "Tear them apart... Roar." A dozen or so beastmen howled in unison, yet these dozen ordinary beastmen managed to condense a fierce and unyielding battle intent.

  Following the bloody footprints on the ground, a group of people ran across the wasteland, and the unique agility of the Mank Beastmen allowed them to move swiftly with almost no sound.

  The entire journey was filled with the foul stench left behind by the half-beasts and the nauseating excrement that would occasionally appear on the wasteland.

  "Older brother, Big Brother Bei, is a bloody flavor..." Mantas, with a rough face, leaned in beside Xia Zuo and the others, his low voice filled with suppressed anger.

  "It's the blood of a demonic tribe!" Bigou gritted his teeth and said coldly. Although the Mang Beastmen didn't have the keen sense of smell like the Wolfmen or other beastmen, it was still far superior to that of humans.

  After smelling the bloody smell, the crowd ran for about seven or eight miles before arriving at the source of the bloody smell. The ground was splattered with blood, and four piles of bonfires that had not been extinguished showed that the half-beasts had left not long ago.

  A piece of white bone with blood silk and flesh scraps was casually thrown next to the bonfire, amidst a mess of hair and humanoid skulls, clearly revealing the identity of these bones.

  Don't mention the trembling body, the teeth biting and making a cracking sound of the Mank Beastman, even Xia Zuo only felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head, and let out a furious roar from the depths of his throat.

  "They haven't gone far, let's chase!" The Sayan people's warlike blood was boiling, and the hot blood of the Han people surged to their foreheads. Although the scorching sun had already risen, it was icy around the beasts.

  No time to mourn the dead, Bei Gu will participate in the pile of bones ignited at one point, with silent anger following the clear traces of the half-beast on the ground.

  There are only four bonfires, it can't be a large group of half-beasts, should be stragglers or half-beasts who left the group to get food.

  The wind is rising, rolling up fine dust.

  In the west wind, a noisy sound came, and Xia Zuo, who had sharp senses, suddenly stopped. The twelve beastmen led by Bi Gu also stopped their ghostly footsteps.

  Wei Wei slightly nodded forward, Xia Zuo silently stretched out his hand to gesture.

  Although straightforward, the beastman's gift in battle is unmatched. Twelve beastmen with Xia Zuo as the center, scattered on both sides, forming a swallowtail-shaped encirclement, crawling forward stealthily.

  The stench unique to the half-beastmen grew thicker in the wind blowing towards him, and Shiro approached their camp with caution.

  About fifty goblins surrounded the bonfire, wildly yelling and roasting something in their hands, occasionally letting out a menacing "Ula Ula" cry to the goblins who drew near.

  Unlike beastmen and humans, halflings have their own language, although no one knows how it appeared in this cruel, barbaric and ignorant race, but even if it is hard to believe, this is also a fact.

  Although they were still over a hundred meters away, Xia Zuo could see clearly that the half-beasts in their hands were either holding palms or thighs, and one of them was even using a wooden skewer to roast the head of a Mongolian beast on the bonfire.

  The severe gaze fell on the surrounding Munk beastmen with red eyes, and Shazan crawled forward first, indicating that they should follow.

  A tall half-orc loudly let out a few ululations and snatched the already fragrant food from the hands of the nearby half-orcs.

  The robbed half-orc swung his arms and roared loudly, but soon fell under the powerful fists of the tall and strong half-orc.

  Half-human creatures scrambling for food like beasts did not notice that a group of angry killing gods were quietly approaching.

  "Kill!" As he crept to a sufficient distance, Xia Zuo suddenly sprang up, letting out an angry roar from his mouth, and struck with a hand knife full of anger, almost cutting off the thick neck of the unlucky half-orc closest to him.

  "Roar..." The Mongke beastmen, who had already been burning with rage, charged out furiously, waving the spoils of war in their hands.

  A massive iron chain swept across like a flail, splashing blood everywhere. The ancient long spear danced in the air, and Mantas' great sword moved with the most bloody slaughter, venting the unvented anger in his chest. Wherever his figure appeared, it was always accompanied by flying flesh and blood.

  Xia Sha didn't take the remaining few weapons from the hunting dog. Firstly, they weren't suitable for him to use, and secondly, after knowing his Saiyan identity, the Saiyans' fighting style would actually be restricted by using weapons, and their attacks wouldn't be as swift as using bare hands.

  Encountering a sudden attack, the panicked half-beast people were completely powerless to fight back, and nearly twenty people died in an instant. By the time the flustered half-beast people reacted, there were only about ten Mank beasts left, and they found that there were only about twenty of their so-called companions still standing beside them.

  Although they still had an advantage in numbers, this advantage was clearly not enough to allow the half-beasts to dare face the furious and enraged Mank Beastmen.

  The momentum that had just risen suddenly collapsed, and the half-beast people turned around in a panic and fled in all directions.

  When Xia Zai once again knocked a fleeing half-beastman to the ground with a few punches, rendering him crippled and paralyzed, he thought of finding his next target, only to discover that there were no longer any standing half-beastmen around.

  They fled in panic and did not put up any resistance, almost all of them were killed from behind by the enraged Mung beastmen.

  Shazuo was taken aback by his first battle with the beastmen, although the surprise attack was successful, but in such a short time he hadn't even warmed up before the fight was already over.

  "Boss, there are two more alive..." Big Gou's thick and sturdy arm dragged a shivering half-orc in front of Xia Zuo, his face filled with hatred, disdain, and disgust.

  These were two relatively scrawny half-orcs, wrapped in filthy animal hides, with their bellies exposed and showing off a foul-smelling yellowish-white substance. It was clear that they had not even gotten to their feet during the previous battle, otherwise the enraged Mank Orcs would not have spared any standing opponent.

  "Speak..." Xia Zuo's cold and stern voice, the two half-beasts with faces full of fear and despair, didn't need any further intimidation or temptation, the stench from their lower bodies grew thicker, as they competed to reveal everything they knew.

  They were just two half-beasts who had been scared to death, and their stuttering words only let Xia Zuo know the specific number of half-beasts. As for the rest of the information, looking at the two figures shivering like quails that had been battered by a storm, Xia Zuo didn't have any hope in them either.

  "It's up to you now!" Xia Zuo said coldly, turning to the impatient Mank Beastman beside him after confirming that nothing useful could be gotten from the two wretched half-beasts.

  Ignore those beastmen who dragged the two frightened and paralyzed half-beastmen to one side with their seven hands and eight feet, and let out a miserable howl.

  Natsuya asked Biggu who had a similar gloomy face "Over 1,000 demi-humans, have you encountered them before?"

  The difference between one and a hundred made Xia Zhaduo frown, even if the warriors of Kampas were strong, they couldn't take on a hundred alone. Moreover, when they had an absolute advantage, these timid half-beastmen would burst out with terrifying combat power.

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