According to the map, the settlement of the Night Pupil tribe was not far from the river, and it was clear that the native warriors had no room to retreat - at the risk of being impaled by arrows, the native warriors finally clashed head-on with James' army after paying nearly ten more casualties.

"Kill!"

James' army numbered no more than a little over a little bit—after all, Fort Ilvon had grown from nothing, had only been established for decades, and had a total population of no more than 10,000—and that was still counting the many merchant ships and pirates who occasionally docked at Fort Ilvon.

Moreover, Fort Ilfont also needs enough soldiers to garrison it - so as in the case of the indigenous tribes, the number of warriors who came to attack the Nightpupil Tribe at this moment was only one-third of the total number of warriors in Fort Ilvon.

"The pupils of the night protect us!"

"Our souls will live forever by the Night Pupil!"

Although more than twenty people were shot, half of the indigenous tribe remained—their long life in the jungle made them exceptionally strong, and the act of defending the tribe gave them great courage, and in the roar, they were on par with the hundreds of Ilfonteon Castle warriors, and even had a certain advantage!

So, at this moment, Xibo stood up!

"Whoosh!"

Like a breeze through the treetops, a rustling echo – the legendary bard's sword slashed through the throat of an indigenous warrior, bringing up a bewitching flower of blood before catapulting at another foe.

As a result, one after another, the indigenous battle formation of more than 20 people was immediately disintegrated by Xibo, and then under the piercing of dozens of spears, the remaining indigenous warriors also lost their lives.

However, they were not without results - for the indigenous warriors who lived by hunting had an advantage in individual strength and agility over the soldiers of Fort Ilvon, which caused their short spears to stab more than a dozen warriors - and the toxin that had just been applied to the spears quickly took effect, and the soldiers began to numb where they had been stabbed.

"Quick, cut off the stabbed position!"

Although protected by an antidote, the toxin was beyond James's imagination, and at this moment, a crisp voice emerged from under the Adamantite armor - as an adventurer, he had his own plan to deal with this situation, and perhaps the best plan at the moment.

So Sibo's rapier, James's long sword, began to swing, removing the rotten flesh that had begun to turn black at the part where the soldier was stabbed, and the uninjured warriors immediately helped to wrap the bandages - however, these more than ten warriors also lost their ability to fight!

"The wounded rest in place!"

"The others follow me!"

A battle was over, but the blood had not been shed for the night, but after a while, James gave the order again, so the intact eighty soldiers, led by three people, crossed the river and advanced towards the settlement of the Night Pupil tribe, while the wounded soldiers gathered together, while they waited for the victory of the troops to pick them up.

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

The battle was short and there wasn't much noise, but the Grim Reaper took dozens of lives in just a few minutes.

Suspended in the air, Ron's tiny brown and silver-white body stood out in the silver moonlight—Ron had to stay away from the group to avoid being injured by mistake due to the conflict between his divinity and the object in the arms of the other two.

And this action also gave Ron a better vision, allowing him to follow another character in addition to fighting: the old priest!

The native warrior rushed forward, but the old priest did not, and instead kept retreating, even turning and running towards the tribe.

But he wasn't afraid, he was going to fight back even more!

Because of the divinity of the wind, Ron could feel that a pale blue light began to swirl around the old priest's side—the power of wind and spirit and darkness in it, and it was clear that he was summoning some kind of powerful being.

The power was indeed powerful, but it was beyond the control of the old priest - the pale blue light gathered in the palm of his hand, and then burst suddenly, enveloping the old priest's body, and blood immediately overflowed from the old priest's mouth.

"Great Night Pupil!"

"At the cost of my soul, I summon you to come!"

"Destroy the enemies of the clan!"

But before he died, from a mouth overflowing with blood, the old priest spat out his last prayer - at the end of this prayer, Ron could see the old priest's soul slowly floating out of his body, but instead of burrowing into the earth and rocks like other indigenous souls, he headed in the direction of the tribe, and then into the totem pole in the center of the tribe.

Then, a loud cry rang out from the depths of the forest, and a terrifying creature that looked like an owl with pitch-black feathers and was larger than a bull flew out silently, approaching the direction of the Night Pupil tribe.

On its body, there was a cyan and black aura - obviously the same as what Ron had seen in the old priest, he was the totem of the Night Pupil tribe for hundreds of years: the Night Pupil!

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

"Ahead is the Night Pupil Tribe!"

"I'm going to get rid of them later!"

Apparently James also knew the horror that was about to be faced, so he immediately asked the two legendary professionals, and at the same time was ready to sacrifice - this terrifying monster also appeared in the war decades ago - in fact, if it wasn't for the Night Pupil being summoned, the Night Pupil Tribe would have ceased to exist, and the entire Isle of Ilf would have been ruled by Ilfont Fort long ago!

"Of course, that's what we're supposed to do!"

"We're here for this moment!"

At this moment, both Sibo and Yami, their young faces like human children were full of fortitude - because they knew what kind of creature they were going to face next—it was a creature stronger than the legend, and they were not sure that they could win!

After answering, both of them cast their eyes into the air—where there was an undetectable trace of brown and yellow levitating.

"Start aiming!"

Removing the small crossbow from his back, Ron aimed at the huge creature in the distance - this terrifying totem beast did not immediately pounce on the enemy guided by the old priest, but quietly came to the totem pole of the Night Pupil tribe - and its form was immediately noticed by the women and children of the Night Pupil tribe and the remnants of the warriors, who immediately knelt down reverently, begging for the protection of the tribe's totem.

However, in Ron's eyes, it was a different story.

The huge owl hovered above the totem pole, its sharp beak suddenly opened, and immediately leaped from the countless silvery rays of light on the totem pole, all burrowing into his stomach - this kind of light Ron was no stranger, it was the silver light of faith contributed by the believers.

But that's not the end of it—when all the silver light is devoured, the night pupil increases its sucking force again - and from the totem pole, many shallow humanoid screams with a pale blue shimmer are sucked out and swallowed into the belly by the night pupil!

And the brightest of them, Ron can still faintly see the outline of his face - it is the soul of the old priest who has just returned to the totem pole!