"Woooo—" The curved horn sounded, rousing the entire Crow Tribe army.
Squads of Crow Hunters in black, their eyes ringed with heavy dark circles, rushed toward the camp's wooden palisade walls.
"Hold them off! Use the ballistas! Don't let them get inside!"
Inside the Crow Tribe camp, Gray Feather shouted loudly.
Groups of Crow Hunters rushed to the walls made of stone and wood, drew their longbows, and fired outward.
Several ballistas mounted atop the walls swiftly turned and launched thick bolts into the wilderness.
Out in the wilderness, a figure in a black robe and mask slowly approached beneath the morning sun.
Several enormous square metal crates stood beside him, their purpose unknown.
Javelins had a maximum range of forty or fifty meters, hunting bows ranged from one hundred fifty to two hundred meters, while the Crow Tribe's ballistas could reach beyond three hundred meters.
The man had just entered the two-hundred-meter range. He neither dodged nor evaded, allowing arrows and ballista bolts to strike him as he continued forward at a steady pace, as though he were not human at all, but an eternal stone statue.
Ballista bolts rained down, constantly bouncing off and falling to the ground. Some struck the metal crates, producing crisp, muffled clangs.
Wherever the man passed, he left behind a road paved with arrows.
"Bang!" A resounding boom rang out, like a heavy hammer striking within everyone's hearts.
At the same time, a Crow Hunter's head exploded like a watermelon smashed by an iron hammer, and his body crashed to the ground.
This had already happened more than a dozen times. Every time the booming sound rang out, an elite Crow Hunter fell.
Some had their heads blown apart, some had huge holes blasted through their bodies, and some were even torn cleanly