However, since then, the Three Hundred Beasts have developed an additional regimental rule - to avoid close combat with direct barbarians as much as possible.

Because when the five barbarians were killed, they were unfortunately mixed with a berserker, resulting in the death of three members of the three hundred beasts and the serious injury of five people. Afterwards, one of the leaders of the three hundred beasts, the fox tribe Beamon Lunt sighed that if it weren't for the fact that the berserker didn't carry a steel giant axe, if it weren't for the fact that everyone else was an ordinary barbarian, their casualties would be far more than that. Because even in the face of overwhelming superiority in forces, once the berserker is given the opportunity to fight hand-to-hand, it is difficult to avoid a large number of casualties.

But, tonight, it's the nightmare night of three hundred beasts!

At that time, the fox clan who exclaimed never dreamed that his exclamation back then would be a prophecy.

Tonight! The berserker is coming, and ...... One came at a time.

There are many ways to touch the camp, this time Tulle fought the idea of capturing the thief and capturing the king first, and the group quietly sneaked into the camp of three hundred fierce beasts, and dived straight towards the heart where the leader gathered.

The act of quietly attacking like the camp was somewhat in conflict with the nature of the Augins, but Invincible only said a word to the berserkers—do you beat the gong and tell the beast that you are here when you hunt the beast for food? No, you won't! So you just have to take the target as your prey, because when you act, the target is your prey!

Almost everyone in the Ogin can ambush the beast.

In the wind and snow tundra, those beasts are forced by the cruel living environment to be extremely fierce and cunning, and the snow walking will make a loud noise, so ambush is the best way for the Okin people to deal with the beasts. For the people who quietly sneak up and burst out to kill, they are very familiar with the Okins.

The huge body twisted in all sorts of strange gestures, silently weaving through the scattered shadows of the torches between the camps, the contrast between the huge body and the swift and silent action, and Thule even performed a three-week somersault in front of him in the air, landing without even alerting the robbers patrolling not far behind him.

Like a herd of lions ready to ambush a herd of bison, the berserkers quietly close the distance between themselves and their targets.

At this moment, there is a big tent in the camp, and several leaders of the three hundred fierce beasts are enjoying themselves.

Winder, the leader of the bear clan, is hugging a roasted beef leg and gnawing violently, the weather is cold, as the bear clan Beamon, he needs to replenish a lot of food to get calories, otherwise his physical strength will decline quickly. The second leader of the fox clan, Beamon, was a little excited and dangled the wine glass in his hand, but he didn't take a sip for a long time. The attention of the three-headed ogre Ruka was all on the half-naked body of the village woman in his arms, he had a special hobby, and he was not interested in those weak beauties, but he was very interested in some tall and strong village women or mercenaries, in his words, - this kind of girl, enough!

There is also a thin man with black curly hair and a black iron mask on his face, and this person is Jayron, the half-orc of the four leaders. Half-orcs have a hideous face, but they generally don't mind being called ugly, so masked half-orcs are extremely rare. If it weren't for the curly black hair that was too thick and stiff to look like human hair, then Jayron's half-orc identity would probably be very doubtful.

Among the four leaders, the fox clan Lontel has no intention of being the boss, and his character is a staff member who is responsible for making ideas. The ogre Ruka has the ambition to be a big boss, but he doesn't have enough smart brains and force, so he can only hug his favorite fat peasant woman and secretly dream of an unrealistic big boss.

Jayron, the orc, is gloomy and silent, but he has never fought for power, and he exists like a ghost. Although the big boss Wende is not extremely smart, he has some courage and pride, coupled with the strong force of the bear clan Beamon, so the three hundred beasts have been established for five years, and the interior has been quite stable.

Tonight is a regular meeting of the four leaders, and generally speaking, there are only two topics for the meeting. One is to share the spoils, and the other is who the next target is!

Tonight's discussion is about the next target, but unfortunately it seems that the interest of the major leaders is not very high. Even Ronthle, the person who initiated the meeting, was a little bored, because the goal was really a bit unsightly, but it hadn't opened for three months, and it would be difficult to go out and grab a vote.

Inspired by the Forty Thieves, Lontre has long advocated less for more rewards.

Reduce the number of sorties to avoid leaving too many clues, otherwise it will be troublesome to attract the attention of the Beamon Empire and the Duchy of Baya. It is also because of this proposition of Londre that the three hundred beasts have never been taken seriously by the Bimon Empire and the Duchy of Baya.

But Lontel has now found fault in his own calculations.

Because there are only a few dozen of the forty thieves, and there are hundreds of them themselves. The consumption of hundreds of people eating and drinking Lazar a day is huge, and even if you save a little, every time you rob something, it will not last long. Besides, being a robber is all about money and enjoyment, and now everyone is hungry, even if it is for safety, I am afraid that it will cause dissatisfaction among many members after a long time.

Now, the materials in the regiment are almost consumed, so even if there are no fat sheep worth shooting recently, the three hundred fierce beasts have to take action, otherwise something will happen in the regiment.

A chicken target, the caravan carried a lot of property, but not much there, as for the dozens of mercenaries and guards, there was no problem, just kill them.

Lontel decided to strike tomorrow night.

When the decision was made, the other three leaders simply said they heard it and were not interested in continuing the conversation.

The gloomy Jay even stood up immediately, ready to go out.

As he reached the tent door, he stood suddenly, his thin figure tensed up, and his right hand quickly touched his waist, and he drew the bayonet sword he carried with him.

"Enemy attack! Warning! Jalen exclaimed, and this made Winder and Ruka not come to their senses for a moment, because they had never been in such a situation before. If they don't attack people, someone should thank the creator god, how can someone sneak attack them?!

Shhh

A piercing sound and a bright axe cut through the space, eclipsing the lights in the tent and slashing at Jay's neck.