Looking at the sack of flatbread thrown before them, the two tribesmen were utterly incredulous. This was something they never could have imagined.
After hesitating again and again, they finally snatched up the sack of flatbread lying on the ground and fled outside the camp as if their lives depended on it.
By then, White Butcher's order had already been relayed accurately. The soldiers on night patrol simply ignored the two tribesmen, letting them charge out of the camp and flee into the jungle without looking back.
They had no idea how long they ran. It was only when they could no longer catch their breath that the two tribesmen finally stopped, leaning against the trees beside them. They were both panting heavily, too exhausted to straighten their backs.
"Y-you really let us go?"
They glanced back at the direction from which they had come. Even now, their hearts were still filled with disbelief.
At the Great Zhou camp, White Butcher considered letting the two tribesmen go completely inconsequential.
After all, through aerial reconnaissance by the Wyvern Riders, they had already pinpointed three locations. Judging from their current position, White Butcher basically knew which camp these two tribesmen had come from.
In White Butcher's eyes, keeping them prisoner would be of little use.
He might as well give them some food and let them return.
If the people of that tribe were clever enough to sense their sincerity and came over to submit, it would save them quite a bit of trouble.
If they refused to submit, that was fine too. He had his own plans anyway. At worst, they would only lose a few flatbreads.
After watching the two tribesmen flee for their lives, White Butcher turned around and went back to his tent. He had just finished meditating