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Chapter 156 Flying Kites

The command was quickly relayed through Chonghou's deep voice.

Three teams of agile Jewish warriors immediately broke away from the main formation and silently slipped into the dense forest, heading towards the direction from which the sounds of battle had just come.

Chonghou stood still, his enormous body like an unshakeable iron tower.

He squinted slightly, his nostrils flaring, trying to catch even the slightest hint of information from the wind other than the smell of blood.

As a centurion, he possessed a perception far exceeding that of ordinary tribal warriors.

Although separated by a distance and dense forest, his extraordinary perception still allowed him to vaguely detect the presence of two streams of blood energy.

"Two," Chong thought to himself.

"Are there only two humans?" Chonghou frowned slightly.

To be honest, he didn't quite believe that the annihilated scout team had only encountered two humans.

He preferred to believe that this was an ambush set up by the human race, and that many soldiers were hiding there, concealing their bloodlust.

He slowly raised his hand, and the surrounding Roaring Clan warriors instantly fell silent, even their heavy breathing was forcibly suppressed.

"Maintain formation and advance slowly."

Chonghou issued new instructions.

Regardless of whether Black Howl actually launched an attack on the Qinghe tribe, he would not rush into anything.

Meanwhile, on the side of Jiuhou and Tianxia Buwu.

The absorption of these scattered blood essences by the World War is not yet over.

Jiuhou stood up first and looked in the direction where the Fanzu warriors were.

The movement of a thousand-strong army advancing through the dense forest is difficult to conceal.

He listened to the dense footsteps in the distance, and a bone-chilling cold gradually crept up his spine.

This number is a bit alarming.

Jiu Hou's expression turned extremely solemn: "Trouble is coming."

Although the main force of the Roaring Clan warriors had not yet arrived, three teams of Roaring Clan scouts had already approached within fifty meters of them.

These three teams of Roaring Clan scouts were clearly aware of the danger lurking here.

Therefore, after they got close, they did not rush out directly, but instead dispersed into a triangular formation.

Using the trees as cover, they slowly approached from three directions, their bone spears ready to be thrown at any moment.

The absorption of blood essence by the Unifying the World is nearing its end, and the level has broken through to level 30.

There was indeed no time to refine the remaining dissipated blood energy.

He stood up, gripped the bone knife tightly, but his eyes remained unusually calm.

"The same kind of team we just took down, three more have come this time," Jiu Hou said in a low voice, a hint of retreat in his tone. "We're done for this time; there's still a monster army to come."

Faced with such a large number of Roaring Clan members, Tenka Fubu could basically conclude that these monsters had come from the Post Road.

This means that Shan Yun's military unit suffered another defeat.

That's why he didn't want to run anymore.

He didn't even know where this feeling of frustration in his heart came from.

"I'm not running anymore."

Tenka Busu suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it conveyed a sense of determination.

He let out a long sigh, held the rough bone knife across his chest, and stared intently at the swaying shadows of the trees below. He knew that three scout squads of the Howling Clan were hiding among them.

"Are you crazy? There's an army of monsters behind us."

Jiu Hou suddenly turned his head and looked at him as if he were a madman: "It's just a game. If you can't beat them, just run away."

Tenka Fubu shook his head: "I didn't say we should fight here. The monster army behind us isn't moving fast. We can retreat a bit before making our move. We'll have a chance then."

He wanted to kill these Howlers, not to die.

Upon hearing this plan, Jiu Hou quickly grasped the meaning of "unifying the world with force": "The kite-flying method, is it?"

The kiting tactic exists in most games.

As long as you have a faster movement speed and ranged attacks, you can kite monsters if you meet these two conditions.

In a completely realistic game like "The Original," kite-flying is much more flexible; you can "fly a kite" even without ranged attacks.

The only problem is whether the Roaring Clan warriors on the other side will keep sending out scout squads to kill them.

"Alright! Let's take a gamble!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Jiu Hou's eyes.

Even if the monster army's commander wasn't so stupid as to stop sending out scout teams after suffering losses, they could at least get close to...

The first few dozen tribal soldiers were wiped out.

Having reached an agreement, the two turned and ran.

To prevent these Roaring Clan scouts from giving up the pursuit, Jiu Hou deliberately slowed down.

At this moment, the three teams of Roaring Clan scouts had closed to within thirty meters.

They clearly sensed the two's intention to escape, and one of the Roaring Tribe leaders raised his bone spear, letting out a low roar.

"Chase!"

Deep in the dense forest, two figures swiftly moved among the tangled roots and vines.

The night was dark and visibility was low.

Tianxia Buyu ran ahead, his breathing even, each step smooth and fluid.

Having possessed this level of physical fitness before, the level increase brought about by absorbing blood energy did not cause him any discomfort.

"Is running another five kilometers enough?"

The Ninth Marquis behind him asked, his voice devoid of any urgency.

As he ran, he would occasionally glance back, his long knife flashing out to slice through the thorny vines that tried to trip them.

The two deliberately made their footsteps louder, the crisp sound of breaking dry branches echoing far and wide in the silent forest, leaving a clearly visible "escape path".

Tianxia Buwu calmly calculated the distance.

Several more minutes passed.

"They're just ahead. Send them on their way." Tenka Fubu suddenly lowered his voice, turned, and disappeared into a thicket of thorny bushes.

Thorns tore his clothes, leaving white marks on his skin, but he didn't care. Instead, he deliberately let out a few painful groans, making himself look disheveled.

Jiu Hou followed closely behind. The moment he entered the bushes, his previously anxious expression vanished, replaced by a cunning look typical of players.

Instead of rushing over, he reached behind him and pulled out a blood-stained rag from his waist—torn from the body of the Howling Clan warrior he had just killed—and casually hung it on the most conspicuous branch of the bushes.

This is a clear marker.

A marker to tell pursuers that "the prey stopped here and was injured".

After doing all this, the two did not continue to run in a straight line. Instead, they used the bushes for cover and quickly spread out to the sides, disappearing behind the dense foliage.

A few seconds later.

The ground began to tremble slightly.

The dense sound of trampling approached. The enraged tribal scout squad certainly lived up to their "performance."

The leading tribal chief stopped in front of the bushes.

Its scarlet eyes were fixed on the blood-stained rag, its nostrils flared as it greedily inhaled the lingering scent of blood in the air.

In its view, the two humans had panicked, were injured, and were barely clinging to life behind this thicket.