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Chapter 155 Acting with Caution

This was just the first wave of clashes.

The tribal chief realized that the human in front of him was a tough nut to crack.

He was even excessively tough, a true centurion-level powerhouse.

Even with a large army behind him and ten men by his side, he couldn't help but feel the urge to retreat.

He seriously doubted that his entire scout team, even combined, could match Jiu Hou.

That's exactly what happened.

Jiu Hou realized that he had not killed the elite monster on the spot with his single strike.

Without lingering, he swiftly turned around, his longsword drawing a strange arc in the air.

He immediately cleaved one of the fastest charging tribal warriors in half at the waist.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, a throwing knife that had been hidden between his fingers, carrying a spinning force, flew across the chaotic battlefield and aimed straight for the clan leader's throat.

Faced with the rapidly approaching unknown flying object, the Hou tribe leader, in a moment of panic, only had time to lift the mace and hold it tightly in front of him.

clang!

The throwing knife struck the edge of the mace, sending sparks flying.

To be honest, with a physical level of over 80, a small pebble thrown with force has the power comparable to a bullet fired from a large-caliber rifle.

The players are still accustomed to head-on combat and haven't yet adapted to using long-range hidden weapons.

Jiu Hou had secretly practiced throwing, but he only considered it a trump card.

However, the effect was quite good.

Jiu Hou had more than one throwing knife on his body.

The elite monster in front of them happened to be in their way, but the other ordinary Howling Clan warriors weren't so lucky.

Several whistling sounds rang out again.

Even in broad daylight, such a flight speed is not easy to stop, let alone in the dim forest.

The tribal warriors present didn't even see what was flying towards them before they fell one after another.

The tribal chief instinctively peered out, thinking it was some kind of special military technique.

The instant he peeked out, a cold light shot down from the treetop.

That was a bone knife thrown out by the general who spread his martial arts.

Although his current level is not high, as a former level 100 veteran, his experience and insight in killing clan scouts in the Post Road are still there.

The timing of the sneak attack was perfect.

"puff!"

The arrow struck the tribal chief's left eye with pinpoint accuracy.

"roar!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the mountains and forests.

"Well done!" Jiu Hou shouted, advancing instead of retreating. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he closed in on the Hou tribe leader and beheaded him with a single stroke.

The remaining few Howling Clan warriors were quite simple to deal with.

Jiu Hou's figure weaved through the ranks of the clan's soldiers, his blade flashing like snow, each swing raising a cloud of blood mist.

The battle ended faster than expected.

As the last warrior of the tribe collapsed, clutching his throat, the makeshift battlefield fell silent once more, leaving only the heavy stench of blood.

It permeates the air.

Jiu Hou didn't even pant, holding the bone knife, the tip of which was still dripping blood.

He glanced at the headless corpse of the Hou tribe leader on the ground, then looked up at Tianxia Buwu in the tree and gave a thumbs up.

"Come down, it's time to distribute the experience points."

Tenka Fubu leaped down from the tree, landing without swaying.

Throughout the entire battle, he only exerted a little effort when throwing a bone knife.

"Is this what you meant by 'too many'?" Tianxia Fuwu walked to the corpses, looked at the fallen tribal warriors, and pointed to the squad leader whose head had been chopped off.

"Haha, after all, this is the first time I've taken down a squad of monsters. Besides, the commotion just now was quite loud. Although I've dealt with this monster squad, I can't guarantee what kind of trouble it might cause."

Jiu Hou squatted down and skillfully began to search the squad leader's body. "You absorb the blood energy first, and I'll see if there's anything good."

While players already enjoy looting corpses, the addition of equipment quality has made this process even more important.

"Did you find anything?" Tenka Fubu sat down cross-legged.

"Here." Jiu Hou took out a tattered animal hide with some patterns drawn on it from the animal hide bag at the sergeant's waist.

Because there are no words, it's actually easier to realize what it is.

"A map?" Tenka Fubu's eyes lit up.

I guess so too.

Jiuhou chuckled: "With this thing, it will be much easier for us to find that leveling spot."

Tianxia Buyu remained silent and began to calmly absorb the blood energy from the remains of the Howling Clan present.

After all, his current level is too low.

Regardless of whether I can return to the Mountain Rhyme Military Department, I should at least level up so that I don't have to be forced to stay aside and wait for another encounter with the Roaring Clan scout team.

Jiuhou put away the tattered animal hide and sat down cross-legged to absorb the blood energy.

Including the Roar Clan leader, there are a total of eleven Roar Clan members. On average, the two of them can level up by more than ten levels.

A few minutes later.

Jiuhou suddenly stopped absorbing blood energy, stood up with a solemn expression, and looked into the depths of the dense forest.

The silence deep in the forest was suddenly ripped apart, as if an invisible giant net had been violently torn apart.

The first sound was not footsteps, but a low growl, like the suppressed roars of countless wild beasts, converging from all directions, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

A cacophony of hurried footsteps, like a dull tremor emanating from the depths of the earth, shook the withered leaves from the treetops to fall in a rustling sound.

Immediately afterwards, the tree shadows began to shake violently, as if some enormous entity was forcibly breaking through the vegetation's barrier.

If someone were to look down from a high place at this moment, it would seem as if this dense forest had suddenly come to life.

The figure of the first tribesman crashed through a giant tree that was as thick as a person's embrace, and strode out, the bone club in his hand covered with hideous bone spikes.

Following closely behind were the second and third heads —

They maintained a precise distance from each other.

In the blink of an eye, the entire dense forest seemed to be filled with the figures of the tribal warriors.

Chonghou, the centurion, was positioned in the very center of this thousand-man battle division, cautiously observing the shadowy figures ahead.

The sounds of fighting in the distance had disappeared.

Indeed, he had heard the shouts of the scout team ahead quite early on.

However, for the sake of caution, he did not choose to have his troops advance at full speed.

Instead, they ordered these divisions to advance while maintaining their battle formation, even at the cost of sacrificing some marching speed.

When it comes to commanding troops on the spot, judging right or wrong is often quite hasty.

It's more about whether the orders given are appropriate or not.

Just like in a battle where 100,000 troops are outnumbered by 800, can you say that the advantage isn't on my side?

Chong's cautious command style is indeed rigid and inflexible, and may cause him to miss many opportunities, but it will never lead to the annihilation of the entire army.

"Send out three scout teams to investigate. Do not seek merit, but do your best to protect yourselves and bring me back intelligence."