Three days later, Щщш.. lā

In the sky of the Nälancer Islands, there is still a silver moon hanging high in the sky. Half of Il Island is covered by lush vegetation in early spring - fortunately, having been operating on the island for more than a decade, the soldiers have become accustomed to the island's environment, and are quite familiar with the poisonous insects and poisonous plants in the grass, so they can move quickly through the mountains and forests.

Otherwise, if it is the same as when I first arrived on Il Island decades ago, the trek through the jungle would be a terrible nightmare.

"Everyone, stay on guard!"

"Get ready for battle!"

Although he was the defender of Fort Ilvon and had a high status, James Wren climbed from a soldier to his current high position step by step - so he was even faster and lighter than the average soldier when trekking through the jungle.

Moreover, due to his cautious and calm state - James had even sent elite soldiers to conduct a complex reconnaissance of the Nightpupil tribe's garrison even a week ago, and finally determined the route of the attack plan.

"Watch the smell, shoot all approaching critters!"

Since it was a sneak attack, it was necessary to win at the weakest price, so James was extremely cautious along the way, and he dealt with all the signs that might lead to the leakage of the troops, and even in this unit, there was a scout who believed in the god of halfling thieves, bringing information from further afar.

So, after a quiet march like this, a babbling river appeared in front of the troops, and a group of natives with owl feathers on their heads, dressed in animal skins, and carrying iron tools on their backs, appeared by the river—in the light of the silver moon, these natives showed unusually strong muscles, and the leaders had more feathers on their heads and more scars on their bodies.

"Damn it!"

"Traders have been warned long ago that iron tools are not to be sold to natives!"

As the natives of Ill, they did not have iron tools - they used to use the claws and teeth of beasts as the tips of their weapons, or the sharper rocks.

But at this moment, in the hands and backs of these natives, James saw the cold light of metal - those pots and pans that had been sold, as well as farm tools, were melted by the natives in a primitive way, re-condensed, rubbed, and finally turned into a short spear with a short wooden handle that only shimmered in the moonlight!

And such a sharp weapon will undoubtedly inflict more serious damage on the warriors of Ilfonteburg in the battle that waits.

............

"Are you all here?"

There are more than fifty sturdy indigenous males standing by the river, which is already half of the tribe males who do not cooperate with Ilfont after the division of the Night Pupil Tribe, and the other half of the male warriors need to guard the tribe, so this is equivalent to all the men that the Night Pupil Tribe can fight.

However, the convergence of these indigenous men made James mutter: Could it be that the operation of Ilfontaburg was discovered - obviously this is not impossible, after all, the indigenous people have lived in this land for countless years and can basically be said to know everything about it.

"Do a good job of concealment!"

"A battle can happen at any time!"

Raising his palms and letting out a crisp bird's call, James put his men into a hidden state of battle, while pulling out a vial of potion containing an antidote from a small leather bag at his side to prevent the natives from poisoning arrows.

However, as the natives moved, James's heart sank slightly—an old man who seemed to be the most of the priest walked out of the group of natives on crutches and came to the river, where he began to speak.

So as the old priest recounted, the river water, which was not turbulent, gradually solidified on the shore and became a mirror-like appearance—he was praying, praying to the spirits in the river for more information.

Because, in his sleep, he felt the breath of fear – just like it had been decades ago.

At that time, he was still a child, and the army of an alien army broke into the island where the Night Pupil tribe had been resting for countless years, and the war broke out.

Even after all these years, the old priest still remembers every detail of that time—the Night Pupil tribe was more prosperous than it is now, with hundreds of strong warriors, and in this war, only a hundred or so warriors remained—and all with irreparable scars.

"Our ancestors are revealing us!"

"The spirits of the river are also afraid!"

"Something terrible is about to happen!"

The clear waters of the river gradually turned bloody under the old priest's spell—an ominous omen, in line with the old priest's omen in his sleep, and he sighed before giving the order.

"Everyone, get ready for battle!"

"The evil spirits are laughing, and the moon and the river will turn bloody today!"

At the order of the old priest, the native warriors sprang into action, removing from their waists the small glass bottles, which had also been traded with the merchants of Ilvonburg, containing the precious poisons of the tribe that had been painstakingly refined, digging out a viscous black substance from them, smearing them on the tips of their spears, and then chanting prayers in the indigenous language.

They are praying for the blessings of their ancestors and totems to survive the battle and their enemies to be destroyed.

............

"The evil spirits are laughing, and the moon and the river will turn bloody today!"

The worshipper of the halfling thief god was at James' side, and through the bright moonlight, he could read the words from the old priest's mouth, and then whispered them to James beside him.

And after only a little thought, James immediately understood that this sortie had been discovered.

So, without hesitation, he gave the order!

"Spearmen march!"

"Bow and arrow free fire!"

"Everyone drink the antidote and get ready to fight the poison!"

"Yes!"

In obedience, all the warriors immediately drank the antidote - since the indigenous tribes could obtain iron tools and their own supplies from Ilvonburg, the warriors of Ilvonburg would naturally be able to obtain the poison of the indigenous tribes - and after analysis by the pharmacists of Ilvonburg, the natural antidote was made.

"Kill!"

"Kill all non-Ilvonburg humanoids!"

The wind carried the order, and immediately a rain of arrows pierced through the mountain forest, and more than a dozen native warriors immediately fell to the ground - and such an action immediately woke up the native warriors, who raised their short spears high, and then let out a burst of rage, and rushed directly across the gentle river, sprinting in the direction of James' troops!

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