The meeting continued high above, amid moss-covered, thick tree trunks.
Lu Gui was not quite accustomed to the demon beasts of Green Wood Mountain and Wind Thunder Cliff. Compared to the demons in the Flood Dragon King's territory, they were far less restrained. Their appearances were beside the point—the key was that they had no idea what discipline was. Compared to the snake demons, who obeyed orders without question, their beastly instincts were far more obvious.
Perhaps in the whole world, only the Flood Dragon King could manage her subordinates even better than humans could. Unfortunately, there was only one Bai Yujun in this world.
He remembered that they could still seek help from Cloud Remote Ancient Village.
"Could we borrow troops from those few White Tribe villages? Several of them are safe and sound; they should be able to help."
Qing Ling also felt that Lu Gui's suggestion made sense.
Iron Ball shook his head.
"Cloud Remote Ancient Village is busy intercepting Demonic Monsters. The other villages are either too far away or too small, with few experts. If they are too weak, coming here would only be delivering rations to those bastards. Besides, Jiuli claims to be skilled at jungle warfare, but that is only compared to Central Plains people. I don't want them disrupting our deployment."
A stretch of silence followed. At present, seeking reinforcements from Green Wood Mountain was certain.
Iron Ball brought up the matter of losses and supplies.
"The factories and workshops have recently stepped up arrow production. Open the warehouses and prepare to use the stockpiles at any time. Send over a batch of bowstrings for emergencies too. These brainless bastards keep coming here to die without end—do they not know that the Southern Wasteland is even more dangerous than the Central Plains?"