By the time Hiscama came to the city, the beasts had been completely gathered under the city.

Those who have not really seen the beast tide will never be able to imagine what the beast tide looks like.

Thousands of beasts gathered outside the city, as far as the eye could see, were waiting to rush up to the city and bite humans, and flying eagles and vultures hovering in the sky, whose wings were several meters long and obscured the sky as they fell.

In front of these bloodthirsty beasts, people will involuntarily feel a sense of oppression, and this heavy sense of oppression is enough to make ordinary people give up all thoughts of resisting to the end and turn and run away.

Hiscama was still a little unsteady on his feet, a result of the injuries he had sustained in a previous battle with the herd, and his right leg had been bitten off by a wild dog. It was still painful to move, but he knew he couldn't leave now.

For he had already stood at the head of the city, and saw the greatest beast in the herd, and it should be the beastmaster of the whole beast tide, a full-grown male lion of the wasteland.

Every year, there will be a Beastmaster, the most powerful individual of the most powerful race in the Badlands of the year, who will lead all the beasts to attack the humans.

Usually, the Beastmaster is the Lion of the Wasteland, and some people call them the Shiskama Lion, because this lion can only be found in the Wastelands on the west side of the Hiskama.

At this time, the male lion of the wasteland standing under the city of Hescama was nearly five meters tall, and it was hard to imagine that a lion could grow to such a size, and humans were as small and powerless as a child compared to it.

Its pale golden mane curled in the wind of the plains, and its huge body was muscular, its muscles like angular carved out of stone. Numerous scars and wounds can be clearly seen between its fur, which are testament to the battles it has experienced.

It definitely bears the name of the Beastmaster, and although it is only a beast, it has the breath of a true king, crowned by a crown, and holds a scepter and a sword, so that all beasts will be subdued for it.

That size and the attitude of the beasts around it could only be the Beastmaster.

At the top of the city, Hiscama stared at the giant moorland lion in the herd, his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword at his waist.

He knew very well what the appearance of the Beastmaster meant, he had resisted countless beast tides, and every time the Beastmaster appeared, it was the time when the beast tide was the most ferocious, and it was also the time when the beasts were the most crazy.

As long as they can survive this attack, the attack of the herd will become weaker and weaker. Even, if you can kill the Beastmaster, the beast will just retreat.

However, Hiscama had never killed a Beastmaster, having fought a Beastmaster and was well aware of the disparity in strength between humans and them.

The only one who can kill the Beastmaster is the next Beastmaster.

Every year the Beastmaster changes, and almost every year the Beastmaster becomes more powerful.

This year's Beastmaster would be clearly stronger than the one he remembered, and it would also lead an even larger number of beasts.

It would be the battle that would decide the fate of Hiscama City, and Hiscama knew it.

He stared at the beastmaster in the herd, frowned, and drew his sword little by little at the sound of steel grinding.

"Preparing for ······"

His voice was deep, for he knew that the next battle would be difficult.

"Roaring ······"

In the herd, the giant Wasteland Lion, the Beastmaster, let out a low roar, grinning at the corners of its mouth, and the roar muffled in its chest.

The hungry beasts roared in response, crouching on their bodies, ready to rush to the city. Hunger in the wasteland has made them unusually hungry for the taste of flesh and blood.

At last, the lion craned its neck and opened its jaws to the sky, like a roar that almost swept through the clouds, sweeping into the distance with a buzzing sound.

"Roar!!"

This roar is like a sudden thunder on the calm sea, heralding the arrival of wind and rain.

"Roar!!

Countless beasts responded to their roars and charged towards the city.

Beasts gallop across the wilderness, eagles roar in the sky.

"Zheng!" Hiscama drew his sword completely, stood in front of the soldier, and pointed his sword at the beast tide.

"Hold the walls!"

"Bang!" the soldiers in the first row raised their heavy shields and spears at the same time, and the archers in the back row pulled their bows and arrows.

"Whoosh!"

With the sound of countless breaking winds, feathered arrows like raindrops shot into the sky, and the war between humans and beasts officially began.

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In the city of Hiskama, most of the residents hide in their homes and dare not go out, and the streets of the city are not safe, and it is not uncommon for flying beasts to rush into the city and kill civilians.

Adults waited with their children in their arms, locked doors, and fear.

If it was normal, they wouldn't be like this, because they believed in their city lord, but this year's beast tide was too crazy, and they saw it with their own eyes, which is why some people chose to leave.

Although it was morning, it could be heard everywhere in the chaotic city at the head of the city, and it was difficult for anyone to feel sleepy anymore.

Mann was the same, he was expecting a good night's sleep today, but who knew that he would be woken up early.

"What's the sound?" he grumbled, rubbing his messy hair, frowning as he squinted his eyes as he walked to the window and looked out.

Then he saw a huge black shadow rushing by, and he saw a giant eagle flying in the sky, and he assured that he had never seen such a large bird, with huge wings even wider than the street.

Mann stared blankly at the giant bird in the sky, not noticing a small figure on the street.

It was a boy even younger than him, who was watching helplessly as the eagle flew by and fell down the street.

This is probably the child who came out to play in the morning, but he doesn't have time to go home now.

The eagle had apparently noticed the little one, and its dark yellow eyes looked down slightly, locking on to the children in the street, which were a little smaller for its prey, but it didn't mind eating some first when it was hungry.

"Whew!"

Its wings spread, a strong gust of wind swept through the air, and its massive body slashed in a perfect arc and changed the direction of its flight, swooping down on the kid in the street.

The children in the street sat on the ground, too frightened to move.

"Kid, come here!"

A voice sounded next to him, and he turned his head to see a dark-skinned man standing at the door of the tavern waving at him.

It's that bard named Matt.

The boy sat there dumbfounded, and the anxious bard rushed out of the tavern, picked him up and ran back.

But by this time, the giant eagle had already swooped down.