"Basham, this is the village of my White Armor Tribe... Are you trying to make an enemy of my tribe?!"
The lion-like middle-aged man drew out a beast leg bone as thick as his arm. Held in his hand, it was like a heavy hammer. As the massive bone slammed heavily into the ground—
Bzzz—
A ring of earth surged outward in every direction.
The lion-like man glared at the scrawny Little Mustache with hatred in his eyes.
For a moment, the Red Stone Tribe warriors actually took a simultaneous step back under the pressure of his presence.
"The White Armor Tribe does not even have a tenth of the Red Stone Tribe's numbers. Isaiah, your people still come to my Red Stone Tribe to sell beast hides. Even if I lent you ten times the courage, would you dare wage war against my Red Stone Tribe?!"
The scrawny man with two thin mustaches had a ferocious gleam in his eyes.
"I'll smash you into a pile of mush..." Isaiah, Clan Leader of the White Armor Tribe, spoke in a voice as cold as a biting wind.
"Then the warriors of my Red Stone Tribe will slaughter every last person in your village."
"There are no cowards in the White Armor Tribe!"
"Eagles do not fear raging bulls either." Basham sneered.
"Trying to defile our treasure? Today, I, Isaiah, will crush your hea—"
Rumble!
A powerful sound shook from his chest like thunder. Isaiah's eyes were already filled with killing intent, but at that moment, the ground suddenly began to quake.
The violent tremors beneath their feet instantly made everyone unsteady.
"Woooo—"
A desolate horn sounded, and both sides turned their heads at once.
"Damn it, it's a Beast Tide."
"...Basham, take your men and get the hell out of