Lansi's warning was like a bucket of cold water dumped over the heads of the celebrating crowd.
Then, uncontrollable fear began to spread through the crowd.
What scale of enemy could make a White Armor Tribe warrior sound such a shrill alarm?
Even a casual thought made it clear that they definitely were not just ordinary attackers!
The current situation...
Alva and Isaiah were both absent from the village.
The enemy had chosen their timing with vicious precision, striking precisely when all the warriors had been deployed.
If the remaining old, weak, wounded, and disabled had to fight the ambushing enemy, the chance of defeat would be infinitely magnified.
"Everyone, hide! Every White Armor Tribe man who can still move, come with me and hold the final line!"
He saw the scattered comrades gathering around him, and the expressions of grim resolve on the people in the village.
Lansi ground his teeth until they creaked.
He absolutely could not become a sinner of the White Armor Tribe.
Today, even if he died, he could not let the Roving Hunter Legion break into the tribe.
A man should die gloriously in battle!
"Give me a shield!" With a roar, Lansi caught the bone shield thrown from nearby, leaped onto the battlement, and shouted furiously.
"The glory bestowed upon us by the stars, in the name of warriors!"
"Hack those Red Stone Tribe bastards back!"
The burly Lansi let one of the women responsible for treating the wounded tie a tourniquet around him.
Then, covered in blood, Lansi charged ferociously back outside the gate.
In an instant, every man standing guard looked toward that burly figure, their eyes gradually reddening.
"Roar!"
"Kill!"
More than thirty White Armor Tribe men of varying ages howled as they charged toward the tribal gate.
Even heavily