Within the Sabertooth Tigerfolk Tribe.
The Sabertooth Tigerfolk Chief had already lost track of how many times he had stepped out of the tribe's gates to look outside.
Today, his younger brother had led ten thousand Sabertooth Tigerfolk warriors to negotiate terms with the Wood Elves.
They called it negotiations, but in truth, they meant to use force to compel the Wood Elves to provide more food and squeeze those obedient, submissive Wood Elves dry.
Yet it was already dark, and the ten thousand Sabertooth Tigerfolk warriors who had gone out had not returned.
This left the Sabertooth Tigerfolk Chief somewhat worried.
Don't tell me they got drunk among the Wood Elves and hurt a few of them. That would definitely slow down the Wood Elves' planting!
The Sabertooth Tigerfolk Chief thought so.
But until late at night, his younger brother still had not returned.
He dispatched a Sabertooth Tigerfolk warrior to investigate, only for it to become a meat bun thrown at a dog—gone and never returning.
This gave the Sabertooth Tigerfolk Chief a bad premonition.
Could something have happened?
That night, the Sabertooth Tigerfolk Chief rallied ten thousand Sabertooth Tigerfolk warriors and hurried toward the Wood Elves overnight.
He wanted to see exactly what was going on.
Just as they were about to enter the Wood Elves' territory, the Sabertooth Tigerfolk army encountered an accident.
They fell into ditches!
More than three thousand Sabertooth Tigerfolk soldiers fell into ravines.
The ravines were lined with countless Wood Thorns and sharp rocks.
Though every Sabertooth Tigerfolk warrior had Thick Skin and Flesh, with powerful, sturdy bodies.
Some still inevitably had the terrible misfortune of striking vital points when they fell into the ravines.
After counting the losses, more than five hundred Sabertooth Tigerfolk warriors had died miserably, while the other