Capítulo 1045: Chapter 1042: The Mournful Battlefield!

“Clan Leader, they are sacrificing to their Totem and preparing for a major attack!”

The leaders of the Azure Dragon Tribe felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, grief-stricken as they witnessed the scene. Even their voices trembled violently, filled with a sobbing tone.

Every time the enemy’s Totem appeared, their hearts sank a little lower.

When the Black Water Snake appeared, the enemy’s morale soared. The morale of the Azure Dragon Tribe, however, had plummeted to its lowest point.

“Don’t be afraid, they have a Totem, but so does our Azure Dragon Tribe!”

Someone shouted with a hoarse voice, like muffled thunder, obviously lacking confidence, unable to inspire morale at all.

Given the current situation, even if the Totem and Divine Envoy had appeared, it might not be enough to turn the tide, right?

It must be understood that the enemy has four Totems, and the Teng Snake Tribe’s is a sixth-level Totem, even stronger than the Divine Dragon.

How can this battle be fought?

It’s simply impossible to fight!

“Clan Leader, let’s surrender!”

Some “smart” Barbarians, seeing the situation clearly, proposed the humiliating suggestion of surrendering.

Fights and killings are quite frequent among the Barbarians, so to prevent the enemy from rising again, an unwritten rule exists here.

In any tribe forcibly taken over, all men taller than a cart wheel would be halved at the waist. Women and children would become slaves, for their pleasure and use!

If a tribe surrendered voluntarily, the victors might give special mercy and choose to play “Nine Lives, One Death.”

“Nine Lives, One Death” means exactly what it sounds like.

Ten people draw lots to choose one person, who is then torn apart by five horses, to atone for the others.

The remaining nine people might survive by luck and be sent to places like mines to work as forced labor.

However, half a year ago, there was an exception.

Li Chen, disgusted with such endless slaughter, issued a prohibition against such barbarism in the name of the Divine Dragon.

Surrender?

As soon as the suggestion was made, many tribal warriors wavered internally.

To surrender, risking “Nine Lives, One Death,” was worth it as long as they weren’t the unlucky one. Though they might face hard labor in the mines, staying alive was better than dying.

Continuing to resist meant sure death for all.

Death—a terrifying word!

“No, our Azure Dragon Tribe would rather die than surrender. We will win this battle; Lord Divine Dragon will protect us!”

Klu, overwhelmed and exhausted, suddenly felt invigorated, leaping onto a protruding boulder and raising his arm to shout.

However, as soon as Klu finished speaking, a peace-seeking Elder jumped out to openly dissent.

“Clan Leader, the enemy’s offense is too fierce, we might…”

“Crack!”

Before this unfortunate soul could finish speaking, Klu’s scimitar slashed down sharply, cutting him in half.

“Anyone who dares propose surrender and disrupts the army’s morale will be executed for treason, no mercy!”

Klu’s thunderous action shocked the nervous tribesmen into a deathly silence over the battlefield.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The north wind howled, making the flapping banners sound like wailing thousands of wronged souls.

The acrid smell of blood churned stomachs, making one nearly suffocate.

“Charge!”

At this moment, the Leopard Jackal, Teng Snake, Sang Lang, and Hua Xie Tribes all launched an assault.

Ox-hide war drums thundered. The cries and roars echoed like a death god’s Soul Summoning Song.

Seeing this, Klu’s eyes widened in fury as he raised his blood-dripping blade high, shouting hysterically, “Sinking Camp, charge with me!”

The so-called Sinking Camp was a vanguard unit Li Chen had trained half a year ago to conquer the Four Great Tribes like the Mammoth and Divine Turtle.

They were elite troops, loyal to the Totem Divine Dragon without reservation.

Moreover, for the sake of their faith, they would fearlessly march into fire and water.

This was also the only team currently in the Azure Dragon Tribe able to directly engage the enemy.

“Charge!”

“Charge!”

“Charge!”

The tragic horn and hoarse cries resounded throughout the battlefield.

The warriors were fully aware that charging against an enemy outnumbering them many times over was utter suicide.

Yet they still chose to charge without hesitation!

Were they unafraid to die?

No, everyone fears death.

They simply believed their faith was more important than their lives, nothing more.

Though incredibly fierce, the Sinking Camp still seemed fragile, incapable of withstanding the ferocious Four Great Totems, particularly the powerful Black Water Snake.

Still, they refused to retreat, using fists when weapons broke, kicking when fists and legs broke, and biting like beasts when all else failed…

Charge, fall, rise again, and charge… until they met their end.

The bloody slaughter, the tragic chapter, played on continuously.

The blood dyed the earth red, the skies red, everyone’s eyes red…

After an hour of slaughter, less than one-tenth of the Sinking Camp remained, utterly defeated.

Clan Leader Klu’s arm wielding the blade had also been cut off. He half-kneeled on the ground, wailing to the sky.

“Great Divine Dragon, please open your eyes and see your people. They are struggling in peril, on the brink of death, please save them, save them!”

Whether his plea was answered or for some other reason, a majestic dragon roar resounded from the rolling clouds in the distance, striking their souls.

All eyes turned in unison, only to see a Jiao Long emerging from the clouds with three figures on its back, rushing rapidly in their direction.

At that moment, the entire battlefield fell into deathly silence.

Whether Azure Dragon Tribe or Teng Snake and others, all eyes focused on the Jiao Long in mid-air.

“It’s the Divine Dragon, the Divine Dragon hasn’t abandoned us, he’s come to save us!”

Recognizing the Jiao Long, Klu broke into tears, shouting hysterically.

The other members of the Azure Dragon Tribe immediately stopped what they were doing, kneeling devoutly, and worshipping the Jiao Long.

“Divine Dragon, Divine Dragon!”

“Divine Dragon, Divine Dragon!”

…

The Azure Dragon Tribe was moved to tears, ecstatic with joy.

Yet the Teng Snake, Sang Lang, Leopard Jackal, and Hua Xie Tribes wore expressions of unprecedented heaviness.

Hua Xiezi, realizing her fears had come true, trembled as she said, “The Azure Dragon Tribe’s Totem has appeared!”

Teng Ge’er snorted angrily and shouted, “What are you afraid of? The Azure Dragon Tribe has a Totem, but don’t we, the Four Great Tribes, also have our Totems? Do you think our combined Totems can’t contend with their Totem?”

Hearing Teng Ge’er’s question, the others exchanged glances, their recently lifted hearts settled back down.

The Four Great Tribes’ combined Totems could still crush the Azure Dragon Tribe’s Totem; what was there to fear?

However, the cautious Hua Xiezi remained uneasy.

Besides, her unease didn’t stem from the Divine Dragon but rather the three figures on the Divine Dragon’s back.

Particularly that human youth with sword-like brows and starry eyes, exuding grace and ease, made her most uneasy…