The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Chapter 153 was sold?

"Let these blood-devouring creatures of the Qinghe tribe know that we have arrived!"

This roar did not trigger the usual bloodthirsty frenzy; instead, it struck the Qinghe warriors, who were eating, like a heavy hammer blow.

The chewing sounds on the drill ground abruptly stopped.

Thousands of soldiers who had just put down their bowls and chopsticks sprang to their feet almost instinctively.

Although their bodies were still exhausted and their morale was at its lowest point, their ingrained fighting instincts were quickly awakened the moment they heard the black voice.

"The Kong clan is attacking!"

The piercing warning finally pierced the night sky, breaking the tribe's false peace.

A Qinghe soldier crushed the wine bowl in his hand, and the murky wine mixed with blood flowed from between his fingers.

He abruptly turned his head toward the direction from which the screams came, the humiliation of being forced to return to the tribe replaced by a frenzied rage and murderous intent.

"Damn it! How dare they!"

With a roar, Manjue grabbed the battle axe at his feet, instantly dispelling his dejected aura.

"Qinghe Division, heed my command!"

His voice was like thunder, echoing across the training ground.

"Let the clouds rise, so that these beasts will never return!"

This roar seemed to inject a powerful stimulant into the soldiers who had just been despising themselves.

They didn't need to think, didn't need to recall the shame of defeat; they only needed to do what they knew best: fight to defend their tribe.

From a purely pragmatic perspective, Manjue should even be happy that such a Roaring Clan team has come to attack.

After all, there's no better way to vent frustration than a satisfying and exhilarating battle.

Thousands of soldiers released their blood energy, which merged and spread like water and milk.

A thick, turbulent cloud of racial energy rapidly formed above the tribe.

"kill!"

Thousands of soldiers roared in unison, and the shields and weapons that had been scattered around the long table were picked up by the soldiers.

Even though they weren't wearing armor and many were shirtless, their imposing presence immediately spread throughout the entire tribe.

Fat Tiger hadn't even swallowed the meat in his mouth when the earth-shattering noise made him choke and his eyes roll back in his head.

He pounded his chest frantically while staring wide-eyed at the changes around him.

"Holy crap—"

After finally swallowing the meat, he wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth. Instead of fear, his eyes became fanatical.

"Okay, okay, this is exactly what I wanted."

The last time the Qinghe tribe was attacked, he was killed by Yun Jidao before he could even react to what was happening.

Now that we're moving with the main force, we can't afford to get targeted by those elite monsters from the supermodels, can we?

If they are just ordinary soldiers, then even if they don't have health bars displayed above their heads, in his eyes they are just rows of walking "experience points" and "drops".

Fat Tiger grabbed a spear from someone nearby and charged towards the direction of the clan's group, howling. He was so excited that even his shouts sounded a bit shrill.

Manju noticed Fat Tiger's reckless charging posture and his heart tightened.

In his eyes, Fat Tiger, a promising young commander, was the hope for the revival of their Qinghe tribe.

Although his mind seemed a little impaired, it wasn't unbearable given his astonishing talent.

"Be careful to protect Manzheng, don't let him go too deep."

Manju shouted, and finally decided to personally rush up to become Gian's "protector".

In the blink of an eye, a heavy cloud of racial energy covered the heads of the Howling Clan warriors.

The first thousand-strong battle division has already moved up and engaged the fastest-charging tribal warriors.

With the suppression of racial aura present, even the fiercest and most valiant Howling Clan warriors were no more than cannon fodder in front of the Qinghe warriors.

In direct combat, the casualty ratio is generally one to three or more.

The only problem is that the Hou tribe's forces are too scattered, making it impossible to wipe them out completely in a short time.

Manjue brandished his battle axe, cleaving a Roaring Clan warrior who was trying to bypass the defenses in two, splattering blood all over his face.

But through the gaps in the blood mist, he saw Fat Tiger.

The young man, dressed in crooked armor, used the length of his spear to precisely pierce the eye socket of a Howling Clan warrior in an extremely strange yet remarkably effective manner.

Then, using the reaction force, he evaded another Howler's attack with an extremely improbable slide tackle.

Finally, he raised his spear and thrust it upwards, opening a gash in the abdomen of the tribal warrior.

There was not a trace of hesitation or fear in those movements.

Even though their fighting skills were somewhat rusty, their combat talent was already off the charts.

Making the most rational judgment calmly in a life-or-death battle is something that is difficult to achieve through training alone.

"Man Zheng—" Man Jue's pupils contracted slightly, and he gasped, "This kid is terrifying."

Fat Tiger's performance greatly pleased the Qinghe clan chief.

As long as Fat Tiger doesn't die young, it's only a matter of time before his Qinghe tribe becomes great again.

On the other side, Black Howl led dozens of Howl Clan warriors to the side of the tribe closest to the river, their spiked clubs covered in red and white substances.

He turned to look at the area covered by racial clouds, his expression grim: "Why hasn't Chonghou arrived yet?"

Clearly, he was so anxious that he didn't even bother to call out "centurion" anymore.

Because when we set off, we were delayed by the players guarding the big tree.

Therefore, in his estimation, the thousand-strong battle division led by Chong should be not far behind them.

As long as he leads his team to make a move, Chonghou should be able to lead his subordinates to respond.

Black Roar admitted that he had indeed underestimated the strength of the Qinghe tribe.

But now the situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse.

On the one hand, the Qinghe tribe reacted faster and more intensely than expected.

On the other hand, for some reason, there was no movement from Chonghou's side.

"The Fiery Roar Centurion should not have trusted that Roaring Roar."

Black Roar cursed in frustration, then turned to his dozens of men behind him: "Come with me and fight your way out. Be sure to inform the centurion of this."

To be fair.

It wasn't that Chonghou wanted to intentionally sell the Heihou team; he was blocked by two players.

Let's rewind half an hour.

Tianxia Buwu followed a player with the game ID "Jiuhou" and trekked through the mountains under cover of darkness.

They are trying to find a way to the Ministry of War together.

Jiu Hou was a man who looked to be in his thirties with a round head and a full beard, but he wasn't part of Dog Brother's small group.

Because of his age, he couldn't get along with college students like Peng Zhi.

So, as one of the second batch of players to be released, he was basically a lone wolf, just like Tenka Fubu.

But despite not having any particularly outstanding performances in the past, Jiu Hou is actually a veteran player.

He was one of the players who survived the first time the Howling Clan's centurion infiltrated the starting village.

When the rankings first opened, he was ranked fourth, but he remained mostly silent.

Later, Tenka Bubu wanted to return to the Yamayon Military Department, and Jiuhou also wanted to go to this "leveling-up treasure land". Moreover, Jiuhou's level was much higher than that of the resurrected Tenka Bubu.

The two hit it off immediately and traveled together for a while.

"I feel like I've gone to the wrong place again."

"It's okay. I've played for over 500 hours since I got the test qualification, so wasting a little time won't hurt."

Tianxia Buwu was slightly taken aback; the two of them were actually players from the same period.

"We've only been online for less than a month, right? You—don't you have a job?"

"Haha, shh, there's movement!"