What, Am I a Poor Wretch Again? (Bonus Chapter for Reaching Eighth Place on the Signing Rankings)

"Form up!" Unlike the other native warriors, the man clad head to toe in eagle feathers wasn't affected at all as he slid down the chute. He landed steadily on his feet and looked up toward Liu Zhi.

At the man's command, all the native warriors got up from the ground and hurriedly formed a line, preparing for battle.

Liu Zhi noticed that these people probably didn't all belong to the same tribe. After arriving here, they seemed unsure what they were supposed to do. Some charged forward without a thought, while others still listened to orders.

The man who looked like their leader merely watched it all with a disdainful smile.

What was going on?

The thought flashed through Liu Zhi's mind.

Just then, the man reached behind his back and drew his weapons: a Bronze Sword and a diamond-shaped Leather Shield, its face painted with a flying eagle.

He raised the sword and shield high and roared, "I am Black Kite of the Eagle Tribe. You should have heard of me. We're here to kill the demon. Now, follow my orders and gather around me. I'll protect you from the demon's influence!"

After hearing Black Kite's words and seeing Liu Zhi's appearance, most of the native warriors chose to believe him.

After all, on one side stood a strange woman with four arms and a snake's tail, along with a skeleton covered in gold. On the other stood comrades who had entered this place with them to face the demon. It went without saying whom they'd choose to believe.

Just then, Liu Zhi heard a rustling behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know that his undead had arrived.

At last, Liu Zhi let out a breath of relief. He put some force into his swing,