The defensive line at the tribe's eastern gate had fallen into its most dangerous moment.
In a direct fight, the wounded Lansi had no confidence at all in defeating Lude Weige.
And passive defense...
It was damn suffocating!
The insidious Red Stone Tribe Roving Hunter Legion had not acted according to convention at all.
They did not clash head-on with them. Instead, through attacks along the entire line, they were forcing this final defensive line to disband on its own.
Should they hold...
Or not!
Cold sweat covered Lansi's forehead.
"Cowards?"
A voice, neither loud nor soft, drifted over on the wind.
Lude Weige raised his head, his face savage.
"Shut the hell up!"
"Haha, your head will definitely be among my Thousand Man Slayer kills this time."
Standing beyond the range of the flying axes, Lude Weige's teasing tone was exceptionally cold.
He looked forward to the moment this massive wall completely collapsed.
The sight of terrified crowds was what intoxicated him most.
Awooo!
Awooo!
The Roving Hunter Warriors wielding kukri blades were rapidly closing in on the wall.
Seventy meters.
Fifty meters.
Thirty meters.
Ten meters!
Beneath the concealing animal hides, a cruel grin hung on Lude Weige's lips.
Next would be... hm?
His gaze suddenly sharpened.
Because, at some unknown moment,
A figure had appeared in his field of vision without any warning.
As though he had suddenly stepped out of thin air and landed on the ground.
At this very moment, that figure even slowly raised his head... and looked at him?
There was only one thing in those calm, indifferent eyes... the intent to kill.
Who was that person?
And how the hell had he appeared?
Thud.
Before Lude Weige's eyes, the figure raised his left foot half a step high and stomped