'Goo~Goo'

A little past evening, before the sun had yet set, smoke wafted above the camp of the Howling Wind Division.

If the time after a meal is one of the few times when a person is sleepy in the day, then before a meal is the time when a person's heart is the most frizzy in the day.

As usual, the witch doctor guard, guarding the ancestral weapon, sniffed vigorously at the aroma of food that filled the air.

"Gollum~"

With his right hand spinning his spear, the goblin guard looked at his companion with some embarrassment.

Although the Howling Wind Department has a very human side, it also has very strict clan rules. During the period of duty, it is not inferior to the exchange of heads. It stands to reason that the witch doctor guards who guard the ancestral weapons should also strictly enforce this rule. However, it was almost time for the handover, and besides, it was also a natural physiological reaction, so the guards on the same team as him did not deliberately rebuke him.

'Jingle Bells'

As the sound of Fan Ling sounded, the handover guards had already emerged from the jungle not far away. After matching the code and verifying each other's identities through their faces, the two groups began the handover work.

At this moment, they 'swished' in front of the guards and shot several poisoned blow arrows.

The sudden attack made the two groups of guards lose their original ease, and the highly tense guards subconsciously put on a defensive posture, trying to find the attacker from the dense forest opposite.

These goblin guards of the Howling Wind Department wanted the enemy to 'harass' them in this way, and they must have been small in number, or for the purpose of harassment. Unfortunately, they guessed completely wrong.

After this wave of blowgun attacks, a group of goblins with swelling veins and hideous appearances suffering greatly caused great pain, with red eyes and spears in their hands, launched a desperate charge towards the two squads of guards.

"Woo~Hoo~Woo~"

Faced with this group of crazy guys, the captain of the guard blew the whistle calling for reinforcements.

At this time, Cuenca, who was hiding near the ancestral weapon, pointed at the group of attackers with abnormal faces and said, "If we hadn't known their plan in advance, we wouldn't have imagined that they would use such a simple and crude tactic. ”

"Yes, it is precisely this simplest and most direct method that is the most effective. Look at the guys who are in great pain. If nothing else, they must have taken some kind of forbidden drug that stimulates their life potential. ”

As the patriarch of the Howling Wind Tribe, he was jealous of the ruthlessness of the two brothers, Gula and Ville. Although, the reason why these two brothers dared to use this medicine was largely to cut off the people left behind by their main priest's younger brother. However, in this way, he Hull thought that he would never be able to do it.

"Cuenca, now are we closing the net?"

Gula and Will didn't show up, Hull frowned. This is somewhat inconsistent with the message from Cole, and if this situation continues, the loss of his own clan may be very large, so Hull, who doesn't want to damage his clan, is a little impatient to close the net.

"Wait, according to the information on the hide, these two brothers are very cunning. There's a good chance they don't trust Cole. However, since they launched an attack as promised at this time, it means that even if there are some discrepancies in the plan they handed in, it is not much different. ”

The analysis of the Priest Cuenca made Hel nod. He knew the truth, but he just didn't want to see his clansmen fall in front of his eyes one by one.

As the death squad of the Flame Department advanced forward, the guards guarding the periphery of the ancestral weapon formed a formation, desperately resisting these cannon fodder who were forced to take forbidden drugs.

Seeing that the two armies had fought in close quarters, the two Gula brothers, who were hiding in the jungle behind and secretly observing the situation, appeared on the scene.

"It's cunning!"

It's no wonder that Cuenca, who is lurking near the ancestral artifact, commented so. It's really the two brothers, Gula and Vera, and the troops on their sides are too obscene.

"All blowguns in leather armor! And, Cuenca you look at their formation. If something happens, they can escape as soon as possible. ”

When he said this, Hull, the patriarch of the Howling Wind Tribe, had a great headache. You know, they originally planned to make the total annihilation of the other party their top priority. However, the current situation is not to continue to lure the enemy at a certain price, and there is no chance of total annihilation at all.

The idea of sacrificing a portion of his people for a complete victory, or taking the risk of attacking now, was constantly at war in Hull's head. Eventually, he gritted his teeth and prepared to strike immediately, but was pulled by him behind him.

"Patriarch, do you want to do your best?"

Facing the calm eyes of Kunca, Hull roared in a low voice, "The Fire Ministry is not worth our effort, these are all sons of the clan!" ”

"I know. In the same way, I am saddened to see the sacrifices of these people, but think about our ultimate goal. In order not to sacrifice more clansmen in future wars, we can only be sorry for them! ”

Cuenca didn't want these familiar faces to leave him forever, but he had to be ruthless in admonishing the patriarch. As he said, this is the beginning of the war!

"I'm fucking a piece of shit!"

Hull gritted his teeth and squeezed the words out of his throat.

Seeing Hull compromise, Cuenca did not continue to persuade him, but kept his eyes on the battlefield, he was looking for an opportunity to kill the Gula brothers in one go.

In the face of the Howling Wind Guard's guards who were guarding the ancestral weapon, the cunning Gula and Vir finally led the guards beside them to join the battle.

As Cole's message suggests, Will, though cunning, is a brave man.

Seeing that Will, who was holding a ghost head knife and slashing horizontally, had already broken away from the formation and gradually fell into the crowd, Cuenca said to Hull, who was not in a hurry for a long time beside him: "Patriarch, you can close the net!" ”

Cuenca's decision was due to the fact that compared to Will, who was motivated to fight like a madman, Gula had been cowering in a safe range.

Even if the guards on his side pull again, the other party will not easily risk his life. Since this is the case, there is no need to sacrifice the warriors of your own tribe.

Hull, who was finally able to play and didn't have to endure it any longer, quickly beckoned the troops who were ambushed together, and began to outflank them from both flanks.

When Hull led his men to break into the rear of the two Gula brothers, Gullah, who sensed that something was wrong, shouted a loud reminder to Will, who was still in a fight, and withdrew directly from the back without looking back.

Faced with Gullah, who was running faster than a rabbit, Hull bit and gave up chasing the fleeing Gullah, and instead commanded the troops to encircle and suppress Will, who was 'fighting alone'.

As Hull's encirclement was still formed, the hot-blooded Will came to his senses. Seeing that there were enemy troops all around, Will's eyes lit up and he shouted, "Cole, you bastard, betray me!" After that, he brandished a big knife and continued to slash.