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The kobold territory was some distance from Greenwater Lake. Allen and his group traveled fifty or sixty li southeast before they finally approached the kobolds' usual location.

“Ten more li ahead, and we'll be in kobold territory.”

They proceeded smoothly. Regis's scout, Jim, pointed in a direction and reported to Regis and the others.

“The valley we've chosen will inevitably turn into a swamp during a rainstorm. Chief Allen, you must ensure your people avoid this area after the battle begins.”

Before the battle, Regis was still concerned about the foolish warriors under Allen's command. He reminded him once more that if their plan was to succeed, any mishap with the bearmen, who would be the main fighting force, would affect the entire battle.

After Feller delivered all the weapons he had promised to Allen, Allen didn't hoard these fine steel weapons. Instead, he immediately equipped his warriors. This 'bird gun replaced with a cannon' effect instantly boosted the Greenwater Tribe's combat power to a new level, making them far superior to the bearmen who previously fought with crude weapons like stone axes and wooden clubs.

“Rest assured about this. I've instructed them one by one. There won't be any mishaps. Captain Regis, you can now lead your men to take action. Perhaps you'll arrive just in time for the heavy rain.”

Allen spoke eloquently, but in reality, he was very uneasy. He knew best what kind of good-for-nothings his tribesmen were. But now that the arrow was on the string, he had no choice but to make things go smoothly, even if he had to force it.

The journey between the kobolds and Greenwater Lake seemed somewhat distant, but in this world of powerful physical strength, a mere sixty or seventy li was only about two magical hours' walk for a warrior. Allen and his group, dragging a convoy, had only spent five magical hours to get here, which meant that the threat the kobolds posed to the Greenwater Tribe was far greater than Allen had previously imagined.

The bearmen lay in ambush in the chosen valley. The sky grew darker, and a heavy rain could fall at any moment. As Regis and his group left with the convoy, the valley became much quieter. After a march, the bearmen lazily hid in the valley's bushes, dozing off listlessly.

“Sleep, sleep, sleep! All you know is eating, drinking, and sleeping! Don't you know how to do anything useful?!”

Without outsiders present, Allen's face was as gloomy as frost. He kicked the bearmen, who cried out in pain. His interaction with humans these past few days had made Allen deeply aware of their strong discipline and diligence. In contrast, his bearmen were truly lazy.

He was already pondering how to change these bad habits of his tribesmen and motivate them.

“Don't you dare slack off! Today's battle concerns the future safety of our tribe. As long as we can achieve victory, I'll reward each of you with five pounds of food!!”

Of course, Rome wasn't built in a day. Changing the tribe's bad habits wasn't something that could be done overnight. The immediate priority was to handle today's matter and alleviate the kobold threat to their tribe.

“Smoked meat! Smoked meat! Bread! Bread!”

The bearmen's eyes lit up at the mention of food, and they mumbled and shouted.

“Shut up! If you want to eat good food, you'll have to fight hard during the battle later. Kill a kobold and get a piece of smoked meat.”

“Wooh! Allen!”

Time slowly passed as Allen reprimanded and beat his tribesmen. Under the dark clouds in the sky, large raindrops began to fall, instantly turning into a waterfall that enveloped the land.

The visibility became blurred, but it didn't prevent Allen from receiving an early warning from Regis. The human scout named Jim, dragging his tired body, ran towards Allen's location, panting and reporting: “Kobolds, kobolds are catching up. The captain asked me, me to inform you to be prepared. There are more than 40 kobolds coming, including the kobold berserker we saw before, but no kobold warlock.”

“Everyone, get up! Pick up your weapons and be prepared!!”

Allen signaled Jim to take shelter and rest in the bushes. He turned to his tribesmen and issued a battle order. At the same time, he drew the two-handed sword he had just exchanged from Regis and stared solemnly at the white expanse of rain.

The sound of wheels moving through the mud gradually grew louder, which meant that Regis and his bait team were getting closer and closer. Allen could even hear the sounds of fighting and weapons clashing from the front of the valley.

Allen remained unmoved. The bearmen warriors behind him breathed rapidly, already in a battle state, but still勉强 maintaining their composure, waiting for their chief's command. This showed that Allen's position in the hearts of his tribesmen had become increasingly stable in recent days.

Until, in the blurred rain, shadows passed through the bottom of the valley and arrived at the slope where Allen and his group were. In just half a magical hour, the rain had turned the valley into a swamp, making it extremely difficult for the human merchants who were desperately helping the horses drag the carriages. Behind the merchants, Regis led seven team members and some of the merchants who had combat strength, slowly retreating towards Allen's location while fighting.

The humans' tactics opened Allen's eyes, who had seen many straightforward battles. It turned out that a battle could be fought like this. Surrounding a mere Tier 3 Mud Swamp Scroll, Regis and his group had set up a very complex and unexpected conspiracy. Now it seemed that there was no possibility of any unexpected events occurring.

“They're here!!”

From afar, just as he entered the slope area, Regis began to send signals to Allen and his group. Upon receiving the signal, Allen decisively issued the order: “Kill!!!”

“Kill!!!”

The bearmen jumped out of the bushes and charged towards the kobold队伍 in the valley. Regis, having recovered, didn't even have time to rest. As he turned back, he threw out an old parchment scroll, which landed in the area of the valley where a large group of kobolds was gathered. After a violent magical fluctuation, the soft mud in the low-lying area, which was already a swamp, turned into quicksand. The kobolds who were trapped in it sank in almost up to their calves and continued to sink at a visible rate. The kobolds, caught off guard and panicking, struggled repeatedly but could not pull themselves out of the swamp.

“Drink!!”

Regis, who had climbed up the hillside, shouted loudly and used a powerful strike with his two-handed sword. A pile of stones, as big as a small mountain beside him, lost the restraint of the rope and wood, and rolled faster and faster under the attraction of gravity. Head-sized pebbles flew into the heads of the almost immobile kobolds. After a series of howls, many kobold figures disappeared into the swamp.