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Seemingly sensing Elder Suma's hesitation, Rowan pressed his advantage.

"Elder! Now is not the time to hesitate!"

"Haven't you noticed that the enemy we're fighting now is a completely different group from the ones we faced before?"

"Noxus's regular army hasn't appeared for a long time!"

Rowan's eyes gleamed brightly as he tried to persuade Elder Suma.

Chapter 276, The Flames of Revenge

You mean............

Elder Suma asked hesitantly.

"Yes!"

"Elder, we desperately need this victory..."

Rowan spoke calmly, but anyone could sense the intense fire burning beneath his calm tone.

Since the start of the war, Ionia has suffered defeat in every battle, retreating in every engagement.

In the minds of the warriors, the Noxians have become almost "invincible".

When Noxian soldiers are mentioned, many warriors can't help but show a look of fear.

Today we repelled the enemy's attack, which boosted the morale of the soldiers to some extent.

But this is not enough.

They need to shatter Noxus's image of "invincibility".

Add fuel to the fire of resistance!

"yes..........."

Rowan's words finally convinced Elder Suma.

A resolute look finally flashed across Elder Suma's face.

"Since that's the case..."

"There's no time to lose, Rowan, gather your men immediately. I'll go with you this time!"

"Let's launch a night raid on the Noxian camp!"

Elder Suma spoke swiftly and decisively.

"Yes!"

A flicker of excitement flashed in Luo Wen's eyes.

The night wind continues to brew, and no one knows what the sun will look like tomorrow after tonight.

.................

In the forest at night.

The trees stretch upwards from the forest, their dense branches reaching for the sky.

On a night that was already extremely dark, the last ray of moonlight was completely obscured.

From time to time, rustling sounds could be heard in the forest.

Swift figures moved swiftly through the jungle.

Apart from the occasional rustling of leaves and the sound of dead branches breaking underfoot, there was no other sound in the entire forest.

A burly, imposing figure with a pair of powerful, pointed horns on its head charged forward at the very front of the procession.

Angry Horn, chieftain of the Vastaya Atalanta tribe, the most robust and powerful warrior in the tribe.

He is also an elderly father who recently lost his beloved son.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with suppressed rage.

Behind him stood a force of one thousand Vastaya warriors.

They came for no other reason than this.

I've come for revenge!

They were less than ten kilometers away from leaving this forest that had confined them.

And that—is human territory!

These territories once belonged to Vastaya and the Atalanta tribe.

Their formidable individual strength, coupled with the innate racial advantages of the Vasta subspecies.

This allows these powerful warriors to traverse the forest with the ease of taking a stroll in their own home.

Soon, the warriors of the Atalanta tribe reached the edge of the forest.

Angry Horn slowly raised one hand, and the thousand warriors behind him stopped in their tracks, quietly disappearing into the forest.

Nujiao waved his hand lightly and made a gesture.

A golden Vastaya warrior standing beside him quickly understood what was happening.

This gesture, in the past when they hunted large prey, meant "to investigate".

The warrior who went to investigate was the most experienced, fastest, and most agile scout in the Atalan tribe.

Before long, the soldiers returned from the front, bringing new news.

"Clan leader!"

The Vastayan warrior who went to investigate bowed to the Angry Horn, then put the human he was carrying on his back on the ground.

"Waaah, waaah............"

This is an ordinary villager from a nearby village, and there is no obvious energy fluctuation on his body.

His eyes were filled with terror, his mouth was tightly gagged, and he could not make a sound. He was also wearing very simple leather armor.

He was once the village butcher, but after the Noxians arrived, he defected to Noxus.

He is now the town's "sheriff".

He was just caught when he was swaggering around the village, patrolling and stealing chickens and dogs.

Anger Horn glanced at him briefly, and upon seeing this, the warrior cut the rope binding the butcher's mouth.

"Spare me, spare me..."

The butcher looked at the burly Angry Horn and the densely packed Vastaya warriors behind him, their eyes burning with rage, and was terrified.

He kept pleading, and tears even welled up in his eyes from fear.

"I ask, you answer."

Nujiao had no intention of wasting words and pressed him directly in a forceful tone. Seven";.Six;'Three":Four!?!Eight,Zero:One,.Five,:?Seven

"Please, spare me! I still have a wife and children..."

The butcher's pleas for mercy only deepened the rage in Angry Horn's eyes.

These despicable humans killed his child!

And now he actually has the nerve to beg for forgiveness using reasons like "wife and children"!

"boom!!!"

Nujiao punched a giant tree beside him, so large that it would take two people to encircle it, and the violent impact sent wood chips flying everywhere.

The next second, the tree, which would take two people to hug, slowly fell down.

The butcher watched with growing dread.

"I ask, you answer."

"Say another word and I'll punch you in the head!!!"

The angry horn's words carried an undisguised deep rage, and its low voice made the butcher's heart pound with fear.

"Yes Yes Yes!!!"

Faced with the threat of the Angry Horn, the Butcher had no choice but to compromise.

Where are the Noxian army and the "Reconquest Alliance"?

Nujiao slowly closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then asked.

Injustice has its head, and debt has its owner.

Even in its fury, the Angry Horn knows that ordinary humans are innocent.

Noxus, and the Ionians known as the "Reconquest Alliance," are the real culprits behind the horde's suffering at Atal'an.

The Angry Horn's revenge should also be directed at these "creditors".

"I heard that, in, in..."

"There's fighting going on 40 kilometers to the south..."