Windsong Plateau, Thunderclap Cliff.
Black and gray rock walls rise up on both sides, and the spines of unknown giant beasts support the tall door beams. Behind the door are wooden shields, throwing spears and stone axes.
The mountain wind blew through the hole in the cliff and let out a low whimper.
"Leader!"
Seeing Reg·Skullbreaker striding towards him, the Bearfolk guards outside the village immediately came to greet him.
Bearfolk is not very particular, and they call each other casually. Regardless of Reg or Wom, they are both called the leader, but sometimes they add the word "big" in front of Wom. Anyway, they are brothers themselves and don't mind each other.
Reg nodded to the guard, pulled off his cloak and handed it out, walked all the way into the depths of the village, took a piece of raw meat and sat down on the animal hide.
This journey was not easy. Even wearing a cloak, Reg's mane was stained with a lot of blood and dust.
He started from Thunderclap Cliff, bypassed Steelspine Plains, took the most dangerous trail in the wilderness, and traveled a long distance to Bloodridge Tribes.
Half a month has passed since then.
"Bloodridge" is the collective name for a lofty mountain range northwest of Lost Wilderness, where various ferocious barbarian tribes roam, all loyal to Mountain Titan. They have always been the most powerful enemy of Ashmark Lineage.
Reg was alone and weak. After arriving, he was not qualified to talk to the owner of Bloodridge Tribes, but he was also received by Goliath Giant.
"Of course Bearfolk is very good, just like Ogre and Minotaur in Bloodridge, they rely on iron fist and courage, and they should stand together with us."
When Reg expressed his intention to come, the other party replied, "But Bloodridge doesn't trust you yet. If you want to join, just offer one of Ashmark Lineage's skulls."
Dragon skull.
Reg squinted his eyes, chewed the raw meat in his mouth, and stared at his own cottage.
There are people coming and going everywhere in the village. The male bears are busy carrying wood, repairing the plank road, and polishing throwing spears and stone axes.
The female bears were counting the food in their skins and sorting dried meat, salt grains, mead and herbs.
From time to time, little bear cubs would run outside and cause trouble for a while, only to be driven back to the cave under the plank road by the big bears.
Reg found a retreat for Bearfolk, but the prerequisite for this retreat to be open was that Bearfolk must openly declare their rebellion, leave their hometown where they have settled for generations, join Bloodridge Tribes, and never return.
"Where is Wom?"
Reg looked around a few times and asked, "I have something to say to him."
Several Bearfolk soldiers gathered around and exchanged glances with each other. An old Bearfolk with a scar on his left eye replied in a low voice, "The big leader is leading the soldiers into the mountain."
"What happened?"
Reg patted the cushion beside him and signaled. "Sit over and say."
"Yes."
Old Bearfolk sat aside and faced Reg: "Mountain King was furious and asked again and again. She said that she quietly protected Bearfolk in the Mistveil Mountains because she saw that we were also persecuted by Ashmark Lineage. Now that the enemy is so close, we prevent her from launching a real attack. Are Bearfolk all cartilaginous animals and have forgotten the hatred of the past?"
Reg Silence.
"The big leader has no choice but to lead his team into the mountain and explain to Mountain King face to face. Before he left, he left a message saying that after you arrange the escape route properly, if those Hatchling Dragon still insist on refusing to leave and make Mountain King furious, we will have no choice but to accompany Mountain King in the end."
Reg rubbed the corners of the animal skin mat and thought slowly.
In fact, there was no big reaction to Hatchling Dragon entering Windsong Plateau and Bearfolk. Even if Hatchling Dragon now controls the eastern part of the platform and Bearfolk controls the western part of the platform, Reg thinks it is an acceptable situation.
The reason why he made repeated attempts to force Hatchling Dragon away was because Mountain King had a deep hatred for Ashmark Lineage. She claimed that Ashmark Lineage had taken away everything from her. Now that she saw the descendants of Ashmark Lineage, she could not restrain her desire for revenge and was almost going crazy.
"That guy is crazy. She doesn't understand that Ashmark Lineage has never relied on those brats. So what if we kill Hatchling Dragon? Taigo's power is as powerful as Lost Wilderness's sun. As long as the sun does not go out, we will always suffer from Ashmark Lineage."
Reg said lowly, "This has no other meaning except that it will expose us earlier."
"There are some rumors in the clan now, saying that the way those Hatchling Dragons treat Mountain Goblin seems to be different from the previous lord Giant Dragon."
Old Bearfolk was cautious. "Some people say... we might as well give up Mountain King and cover up the past. Bearfolk is still a loyal tribe to Ashmark Lineage, and we can still control Thunderclap Cliff's land, and everyone will be happy."
"Who is saying such things?"
Reg suddenly raised his head and stared at old Bearfolk's face with sharp eyes.
Old Bearfolk did not dare to meet his gaze and quickly turned his head.
"No wonder Mountain King would question us. It turns out that there are indeed cartilaginous animals in the tribe, and they have forgotten the hatred of the past."
Reg said slowly, "If you hear such rumors again in the future, you don't need to ask me and Wom, just go ahead and chop off the head of the person who spoke."
"Yes!"
Several Bearfolk soldiers solemnly agreed.
Reg turned to look at the sky and exhaled a long breath. "How can we give up Mountain King? She is the existence that once saved the Bearfolk tribe. Even if we now have the power to compete with her, we must obey her. Even if she really turns into a crazy beast, we can only accompany her to the end."
As soon as he finished speaking, rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside the village.
A young man Bearfolk rushed up the plank road, landed on all fours, almost knocked over two tribesmen carrying wood, and rushed all the way to the pile of bones.
"Leader, something happened!"
Bearfolk Scout's chest rose and fell, and he couldn't hold back his heavy breathing in his throat. "We have lost him."
Reg saw that he looked wrong and stood up. "Speak clearly."
"You asked us to keep surveillance on Hatchling Dragon. Earlier today, we saw two White Dragon leaving Savage Bone Canyon and heading northeast. Dragons are sensitive, so we didn't dare to chase them too closely. As a result... White Dragon was nowhere to be found."
Bearfolk Scout report.
"So that's it."
Reg nodded, but he was not angry. "Forget it if you can't find it. Didn't others lose it a few times before?"
"Leader."
Scout Bearfolk looked nervous. "It's different this time. They walked in the northeast direction and left the platform. If they hit by mistake, they can reach Spirestone Valley."
"Spirestone Valley."
Reg's expression changed immediately.
That was the place where they once planned the attack. The bonfires and manes left by Bearfolk were not cleaned up. To this day, there are still some Armor-Splitting Scorpion left there.
Once White Dragon enters that place, he will definitely notice something strange, especially the leader White Dragon, Ferrum·Solaxus, Reg once had a confrontation with him, and the other party's toughness, coldness and sharpness left a deep impression on Reg.
With the clues provided by Armor-Splitting Scorpion, that guy might even directly trace Mountain King.
Although two of Hatchling Dragon are exceptionally powerful and have conquered Mountain Goblin Clan, they are nothing compared to the army of Bearfolk.
But if they find out the existence of Mountain King, report it to the family behind it, and request the real Lord Giant Dragon to come to Windsong Plateau, everything will be over.
"How many soldiers are there in the village?"
Reg Make a prompt decision.
"The big head leader led five hundred people into the mountain. Apart from the soldiers who were distributed in various places to patrol and hunt, there were still three hundred people in the mountain stronghold."
"Leave a hundred people to guard the stronghold, and all the rest will follow me."
Reg growled and said, "Let's go directly to Spirestone Valley and burn all traces there."
"If those two White Dragon happened to reach Spirestone Valley by chance, it must have been Mountain God's guidance, telling us to take decisive action immediately and asking the soldiers to bring their throwing spears and stone axes!"
The scout blew the horn whistle, and the Bearfolk soldiers gathered in a very short time, followed in the footsteps of Reg, and left Thunderclap Cliff in a mighty manner.