Hearing Link's words, Niata was shocked: "Are you crazy? we can't run yet, you still have to send it to the door!" Niata's hands subconsciously swayed in front of her, her pupils involuntarily contracted violently, obviously a little frightened by Link.

Link made a few excited gestures, calmed Nyata, and said a little tiredly: "What can I do, Santarin will be defeated by us, and a heavenly mage will die, tomorrow they will come to reconnoiter and test during the day, the reality of the tribe will soon be exposed, how can I do it if I don't fight." ”

Seeing that Niata was about to speak and stopped, Link said with some malice: "I killed their Heavenly Mage in front of the Santarin Society, and when I chose not to run away but to live and die with the tribe, I had no way out. Link paused and looked at Niata, "As for you, you're my only relative, aren't you?"

Taking a deep breath, Link turned around and walked out of the tent, leaving Nyata standing in the tent, the campfire crackling, and the air filled the air with the smell of camel dung, which Niata hated the most, and her eyes subconsciously stared at the looming smoke in the air, the smoke rose and involuntarily floated out along the hole in the middle of the tent, Nyata sighed and followed.

The tribesmen had gathered in the middle of the oasis, the people who had eaten a little more angry, not as numb and lifeless as before, the women and children stood silently, the men were whispering with some concern, the warriors stood firmly behind Link, and when they saw Nyata coming up, Link nodded slightly.

At sunset, Link turned his back to the sun and watched the orange light shine on the faces of the people, rendering their expressions vividly, the women's eyes were worried, secretly concerned about their relatives in the crowd, and the children were a little excited and even eager to try, and they could only settle down under the comfort of their mothers. The men's expressions were much more complicated, with doubts in the eyes of the freemen and fear and cowardice in the eyes of the herdsmen.

"How many people will survive?" Link suddenly had this thought in his heart, and shook his head slightly, Link announced the idea of preparing to attack the Scatter Tallinn Society at night.

It caused an uproar for a while, many herdsmen did not care about their dignity and began to speak out against it, and even some women began to make noise, and the clansmen who supported the chief were scolding the herdsmen and women who did not pay attention to dignity and inferiority, and several warriors behind him couldn't help but want to advise Link not to rush in, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.

"It's still not enough prestige!" Link sighed in his heart, ignoring the warriors around him, and quickly walked to a cliché who was screaming the hardest, this guy who had thrown his weapons on the battlefield was shouting that Link was just a reserve shepherd, why should he take everyone to death.

Seeing Link come forward, the shepherd slave was a little timid, but thinking that Link was just a reserve shepherd slave before, and if there was no war, he would also be a camel servant, so he was bold and wanted to come forward to theorize. Link suddenly drew his scimitar and stabbed the slave in the stomach.

The shepherd opened his mouth in disbelief, he couldn't help but want to shout in severe pain, but he couldn't make a sound, his body couldn't help but fall forward, Link held the knife in one hand and held the shepherd slave in the other, not letting his blood and filth stain him, looking at the trembling shepherd slave, Link said very gently: "It's almost over." Then he grabbed the scimitar and stirred it a few times, and pulled out the knife violently, and the slave's eyes rolled and he was about to collapse, Link pushed hard, causing the slave to fall to the ground on his back, and the hot intestines and undigested food flowed to the sand, and the slave's legs shook a few times, and then stopped moving.

The surrounding clansmen were shocked and quieted down, the one-eyed old Joe nodded with relief, and Nyata also glanced at Link with a fluttering eye, and then continued to observe the situation in the field.

"Can you listen to me now?" Link said as he looked around and saw that no one around him answered, and then continued: "The old priest and the old patriarch are in mourning, now is the time when the tribe is at its most vulnerable, we have repelled the attack of the Santarin, but the next attack will be more prepared and fierce. Listening to Link's words, the faces of many clansmen turned pale, the losses in one attack were already so heavy, how could they get it again?

Looking at the expressions of the people, Link continued: "We can't sit still and wait for people to come to the door to beat us, the old priest's method is to migrate, but even if it is to migrate, we have to cripple the Santarin Society, otherwise they can watch us slip away?"

The clansmen were relatively speechless, "Now is the most vulnerable time for the Santarin Society, one of their troops has just been repelled by us, the mage and the priest have lost two, and now they urgently need to rest, and there is still a team of men and horses left in the breached tribe, it is likely to rest there overnight, there are a total of six tribes around, now two are destroyed and one is left, and the remaining three are frightened, will Santarin think that someone dares to attack them." ”

Many clansmen nodded when they heard Link's words, but they couldn't help but be a little worried when they thought of the strong combat power that Santarin would show, and the current situation in the tribe.

"I declare that all the shepherd slaves who participated in the war shall be promoted to freemen, and all freedmen shall be promoted to warriors. The surrounding clansmen were in an uproar, and without waiting for the clansmen to say anything, Link took out the statue of the ancestral spirit: "The old priest handed over the ancestral spirit to me, and from now on, I will serve the ancestral spirit, and the heroic spirits who will fight to the death with Santarin will merge with the ancestral spirit, and enjoy happiness and comfort forever in the sacred ancestral land." ”

The surrounding clansmen became solemn, the old priest's apprentice stood a little bewildered, Link pursed his lips and put away the now useless ancestral spirit statue.

In the end, Link ordered to abandon the defense of the tribe, seventeen warriors who could fight and fifty selected men participated in the battle together, the one-eyed old Joe was wearing the captured Santarin Hui full body armor, this armor was full of protection, but unfortunately the Santarin Club retreated at this time and took most of it away, leaving only three sets, which were slightly repaired and handed over by Link to the strongest warriors to wear, and the other warriors and soldiers also wore chain mail and leather armor, riding on camels to ensure mobility.

Link asked the one-eyed old Joe to take the team to the vicinity of the Santarin Society's camp, and he and Nyata rode "Hope" to the other three tribes to ask to attack the Santarim Society together, and wait for Link to return and act together.

Ignoring the surprised gaze of the one-eyed old Joe, Link and Nyata rode "Hope" and flew low, and soon came to a tribe farthest away from the location of the Tallinn Society, let "Hope" land outside the warning range, and came to the tribal oasis on horseback, explaining the intention, letting Nyata wait on the side, and under the vigilant leadership of the tribal warriors, they came to the chief's tent.

The short and fat chief looked at Link and smiled slightly, and without waiting for Link to speak, he said playfully, "The messenger of the Santarin Society also came this afternoon, and it is in the tent next to it, do you want to meet?"