Make a move?
"Kill!"
"Kill them!"
By now, Muhage had fought himself into a savage frenzy. How could he spare any attention for him?
His blood qi erupted as he grappled and fought madly with Longge Beichen.
A black bear phantom circled him, lunging at and tearing into the gold-and-red tiger as well.
He had no attention to spare.
"Longge Beichen, I swear I'll kill you!"
"Heh-Left King, your Black Bear Tribe rebelled today. One day, the men of our Golden Tent will come for you."
"When that day comes, the men of your Black Bear Tribe will be slaves, the women servants, and your sons will never rise again!"
"You're courting death!"
Elsewhere, Erilisen killed several Barbarian guards and swept his gaze around. Noticing Hu Ning and the others encircling them outside, he knitted his brows. "Ink King! Do you truly intend to wipe us all out today?!"
Protected by dozens of Barbarian warriors, Longge Mowang watched the situation with a cold expression.
At those words, he glanced over and fell silent for a moment. "Right King, what happened today was not what I wished."
"If you stop fighting and surrender now, I promise you that only the chief culprits will be executed. Everyone else can return safely to their respective tribes."
Although he had not specified who the "chief culprits" were or who could leave safely, the Barbarians inside the Golden Tent were the finest of their respective tribes. How could they fail to understand?
If they surrendered.
Longge Huazhuo and the other princes would undoubtedly die.
With Bi Qi Asa dead, Left King Muhage would certainly never let the matter rest. Leaving this place alive would be all but impossible.
Then could the Barbarian guards under his command and the chiefs of the other tribes close to