"Oh my..."
Even Bai Su, who had killed plenty of enemies, had always aimed to take them down with a single strike. If one sword or blade could finish the job, she never struck a second time. After all, on a battlefield crawling with danger, the ones who survived weren't necessarily the most capable—they were often just the luckiest.
One moment, you might cut down an enemy; the next, another could sneak up behind you and stab you through the heart.
So Bai Su hadn't felt much about it before.
But now, seeing these refugees charge at the tribespeople protecting the granary, their eyes bloodshot as they brutally slaughtered them for food without the slightest hesitation... For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Lin Feng was also shocked by the brutality of the scene.
But she was more interested in the young slave.
It was clear that he was trained in martial arts and quite skilled. Even wielding crude weapons, he handled himself with ease, letting enemy blood splash across him without so much as a flicker of emotion. Lin Feng's eyes darkened slightly as she weighed him against the others.
The battle ended even earlier than expected.
Lin Feng then assigned the young slave to help with the post-battle cleanup, cutting off the ears of able-bodied young men who met the requirements.
At last, the young slave reacted.
"They're all dead. What do you want their ears for?"
Lin Feng countered, "I've heard that the Ten Crows have a spring hunt tradition passed down through generations. Each warrior chooses the best-shaped head among his spoils and turns it into a chamber pot for holding urine. They call it a 'human pot.'"
"That's right. Some Ten Crows tribes even hold contests to see who has the best 'human