Chapter Eleven: Pursuit and Slaughter in Progress

  The prelude ended quickly, and the half-beast people in the camp were busy chasing after wolf packs, without noticing the anomaly here.

  Xia Zhe's terrifying power was nowhere to be resisted by the half-beasts, and although he was empty-handed, when he had cleaned up more than 70 guards, the half-beast that died in Xia Zhe's hands were actually the most.

  On the empty ground, several Mankai beastmen were bound hand and foot like livestock, with their mouths stuffed with tattered black animal hides, staring at Hiyoshi and others who suddenly appeared like ghosts.

  There were over one hundred and fifty of them, mostly old people, women and children, not a single robust young warrior like the Mongols.

  The sons of Campas have only a heroic death, no shameful surrender.

  "Are you from the Uzd tribe? Why are you here?" Bigu, busy rescuing his tribesmen, suddenly recognized the extra beastman and exclaimed in surprise as he released each of them.

  "That's right, brave brother, these damned half-orcs raided our village, destroyed our home, my poor children... those filthy robbers..." An old beastman covered in blood and with white hair gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice.

  As he let out a furious roar, the surrounding Monk beasts also witnessed their loved ones being brutally killed, and even became food for them. Regardless of age or sex, they all had red eyes and low, rumbling roars that merged into one.

  "Older brother, what should we do?" Similarly, with red and teary eyes, Bi Gu looked at Xia Sao waiting for orders, his angry gaze filled with excitement.

  According to Xia Sha's previous plan, after creating chaos and rescuing his tribesmen, he should have quickly taken advantage of the chaos to leave. However, looking at the pair of furious and crimson eyes in front of him, a crazy idea emerged in his mind.

  "Are you Campas' descendants afraid of battle?" Ignoring the yells of the half-beast Uraura who had discovered something unusual, Shaza loudly roared as he swept his gaze over their faces.

  "Brave Kampas, born for battle!" Tharadi, covered in half-orc blood, was the first to pound his chest and roar in approval.

  "Then take up your arms and follow me to avenge your loved ones... Kill!" Xia Zhaodan shouted loudly.

  "Rooooaaaar!" Rage flooded his brain, and the furious Minotaur slammed his fists against his chest.

  The furious roar, gathered into the most majestic battle song, Munk was picked up by people with nearby weapons, although there were more than a hundred people afterwards, but under Xia Zuo's leadership, they fearlessly charged forward to meet the more than 500 half-beasts who rushed back.

  Two tides of humanity collided, performing the most brutal hymn of iron and blood.

  Mongrelmen charged into the crowded ranks of the half-orcs, their curved knives and long spears flashing in the air as they took down one filthy life after another, their iron chains crashing down to smash one ugly face after another.

  "Kill..." Xia Suan's eyes were slightly red, the Saiyan warrior's blood was boiling in this completely turbulent power, and after he woke up again, the half-beastman couldn't resist at all. Every punch hit the half-beastman's chest bone collapse, brain burst.

  Until Xia Zha beheaded the twelfth goblin, one of them took advantage of the chaos and struck Xia Zha with a rusty iron sword, but it couldn't cause any harm to him.

  A bloodstain on his back, the painful stimulation only made Xia Zuo more frenzied, and with the excitement of killing, he could hardly think, leaving only one thought in his mind, that was "kill..."

  The crazed gaze that turned around made the half-orc who was chopping down Xia Zuo shudder, and his densely packed companions beside him couldn't give him a sense of security either. Subconsciously, he turned around and ran away.

  The raging Xia Zuo suddenly pulled out the poor half-orc from the crowd, and his slender arms easily lifted the heavily trembling body of the sturdy half-orc over his head.

  A faintly cruel smile appeared on his face, and Xia Zuo's arms suddenly exerted force to pull in both directions.

  "A ripping sound... echoed, unusually clear on the chaotic battlefield, the tumultuous crowd suddenly fell silent for a moment, staring at the body torn in half in mid-air."

  Fetid entrails wrapped in blood and flesh poured down like rain, Xia Zuo's entire body was crimson red. At this moment, he seemed to be completely unaware of the nauseating aura, instead, his face was filled with an expression of enjoyment. With a casual flick of his hand, the two half-beasts that had been transformed from his hands were thrown into the air, letting out a deafening roar.

  "Hmm..."

  A brutal and ferocious aura burst forth from the frail body, that blood-red figure like a demon god deeply etched into the hearts of every half-beastman. The accumulated bravery of their large numbers suddenly collapsed, Xia Zuo's figure awakened the cowardice in their nature, they let out fearful cries and scattered in all directions.

  "Kill! Kill them all!" Xia Zuo roared, striding forward with his legs.

  "Rooooaaaar... Kill!! Wipe them out!" Under Xia Zuo's lead, the Mank Beastmen charged forward with their eyes glowing red, attacking tirelessly.

  Hundreds of half-beasts fled across the wasteland, their courage broken as they continually discarded everything on their bodies that would slow them down, even occasionally pushing and shoving their own kind to delay the crazed beastmen behind them for a moment.

  Over a hundred enraged Minotaur warriors continued to swing their weapons, stones and flesh flying everywhere, limbs scattered all over the place, row after row of half-beasts falling down like wheat cut in autumn.

  Finally, a clever half-orc realized that escaping in the rocky wilderness was impossible under the beastmen's pursuit. He fell to the ground with his limbs splayed out and loudly wailed, knocking his head on the ground "Surrender... surrender..."

  Although the howling language of the Orcs is generally unintelligible to humans and Khajiit, they are able to grasp human and Khajiit languages.

  With this one taking the lead, the half-beast people who were fleeing in fear immediately reacted, "Clang clang..." throwing away anything they could discard from their hands and crouching on the ground.

  They surrendered!

  And now, of all the half-orcs living on their knees here, only a little over two hundred are left.

  "You weak trash, get up...!" The excited Tara ignored the half-beastman's plea for mercy, swinging her blood-red greatsword at the half-beastman who had fallen to his knees.

  "Tara, stop!" Just as the madness was about to spread to his legs, Xia Zuo finally smelled the pungent smell of the half-beastman's blood on his body, and at the same time he frowned and shouted to stop.

  Although his face was filled with disgust and anger, the great sword suddenly stopped at the neck of the surrendering half-beastman. The sharp blade frightened the half-beastman so much that he trembled violently, and a burst of yellow stench emerged from him.

  "Take some men and go check how many more half-beasts are left!" Xia Zuo ordered in a low voice, scanning the half-beasts kneeling on the ground.

  With a look of exhilaration, Bigule wipes his long spear and beckons two Mank warriors to follow him as he charges into the half-orc crowd, causing a commotion.

  Xia Zhaoyi also wanted to kill all these half-beasts to eliminate future troubles, but now that the other side has surrendered, if they cut off their last chance of survival, the half-beast people who were left to die might burst out with great fighting power, and at that time, the battle situation would inevitably become intense, and losing men would not be worth it.

  Moreover, these half-beasts who have been frightened out of their wits are completely free labor.

  "Boss, I've counted clearly, there are 358 left!" Big Brother excitedly ran back. Since the other side had surrendered, from now on these half-beasts were their private property. Whether they sold them or kept them for themselves, this was a huge fortune for the impoverished Mungk tribe.

  Bei Gu's loud shout made almost all the Mank Beastmen's eyes shine with golden light. Although the half-beastmen were lazy, filthy, cowardly and had many other problems, they were physically strong and not picky eaters, making them the most suitable slaves for various hard labor mines and other places. Despite their own major issues, on the slave market they could still be sold for ten gold coins each.

  "Good grief, this is a fortune in gold coins! Over 3,000 of them!" Tara muttered to herself in shock, then looked back at the countless half-orc corpses scattered across the barren plain behind her. Her face suddenly filled with pain, only now realizing the thrill of the kill had blinded her to the fact that these were all worth a lot of money!

  The Minotaurs did not object to slavery; they only objected to their own kind being enslaved.

  "Tara, take some men and sweep the battlefield, gather up anything that's still usable. Mantas, take a team to round up our slaves!" Xia Zuo may not have eaten pork before, but having watched so many movies, he now gave orders with ease.

  The two of them couldn't wait and immediately led the charge out, while Xia Zuo walked calmly among the trembling half-beasts with Bi Gu.

  "You, come out..." Xia Zuo suddenly stopped in his tracks and pointed at a half-beastman who was obviously stronger than the others. In the simple hierarchy of the half-beastmen's tribe, whoever had the bigger fist was the boss.

  The half-beast beside him immediately dispersed like avoiding a plague, leaving behind the half-beast chosen by Xia Zuo trembling with fear.

  "Don't be afraid, I just want to know why so many tribes have united together this time!" Xia Zuo's tone was gentle and he tried his best to make his smile appear even more kind.

  Having just witnessed him brutally tearing a person apart, this smile now made the robust half-beastman tremble with fear "G...g...great...I...I don't know..."

  "Leave it to you, Biko!" Xia Zuo didn't even wait for him to finish speaking before turning around and walking away. The half-beast hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth, clearly lying.

  "Alright..." Bīgu, who had been eagerly waiting, excitedly spat on his palm, grasped the fine steel long spear and heavily smashed it onto the half-beastman's head like a club.

  The green ugly head was smashed in half, blood and brain matter splashing everywhere, the moment the strong body of the half-beast man fell to the ground, all the half-beasts trembled involuntarily at the same time.

  "Come out..." Xia Zha once again picked a relatively strong half-beastman from the crowd, and the group dispersed with a loud noise, leaving only the half-beastman pointed by Xia Zha lying limp on the ground.

  It wasn't even necessary for Xia Zuo to ask a second time, the green-skinned half-beast was already frightened pale, using his hands and feet to gesture wildly everything he knew.

  The cause of the matter was several months ago, a person called Titan Messenger came to the Shattered Stone Wasteland and somehow united the leaders of more than a dozen half-beast tribes, making them launch a large-scale raid.

  The raid was very successful, under the coalition of more than a dozen tribes, thousands of beastmen raided two nearby villages, killing all the beastmen who dared to resist, and took away the spoils of war on their way home. Several tribes left after getting enough food, and then came Xia Zuo's ambush.

  This was all he knew, and the rest he didn't even know if the mysterious Titan prophet in a cloak was human or a Campas beast.

  But it should be a male, because under Xia Zuo's terrifying intimidation, the half-beast finally thought of the almost non-existent clue that the Titan prophet had a strong physique.

  Several half-orcs were picked out in succession, and the words they got were also similar. It is said that there are many unknown half-orcs who launched attacks, and many half-orcs close to humans also launched attacks on human villages.

  Xia Sha slightly furrowed his brow, this matter was shrouded in mystery, obviously there was some conspiracy. He looked at Bi Gu with a questioning gaze, but the latter also shook his head blankly, apparently having never heard of the name Titan either.

  "Boss, boss... look quickly..." Mantas ran back with a big pile of things in his arms, wearing the half-orc's discarded leather armor, which he didn't mind at all despite the stench of the half-orcs on it. His hands were also filled with the half-orcs' discarded weapons and armor, although most of them were old and damaged, but there were still many good things among them.

  At least arming the current Munk Beastmen is enough.

  Looking at Mantas' appearance, Xia Zuo couldn't help but smile. Now there were only a few people by his side, a small tribe. These grand conspiracies could be left to those big shots to worry about. What they needed to do now was celebrate their victory.

  "Gather our things, we're going home..." Xia Zhaoru shouted loudly, causing the Mang people to respond with a thunderous roar.

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