The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Hearing Xiong Ling's words, Tianxia Buwu remained silent.

Of all the players, he was probably the least like he was playing a game, and his behavior wasn't as unconventional as the other players.

When faced with such situations, he prefers to adhere to the principle that silence is golden.

Coincidentally, they had only been back at the Bear Warriors' camp for a short time, barely had they settled in, when they heard orders resounding throughout the camp.

"The Xiong tribe's war divisions shall immediately assemble and move into the front-line camp."

"Qinghe Tribe..."

Xiong Ling immediately stood up, and casually pulled Tianxia Buwu up as well.

She didn't show any nervousness; instead, she joked, "You really can't say. Didn't you want to go in and take a look? Get ready."

Because he couldn't understand, Tianxia Buwu was passive throughout the entire process, only being pulled by Xiong Ling to the open space in front of the camp and mixed into the ranks of the Xiong tribe's warriors.

Tianxia Buwu stared blankly as the armored, burly man walked to the front of the ranks and shouted a few words. He guessed that the man was trying to boost morale, mainly because he saw that the soldiers around him were raising their weapons and shouting.

To fit in, he also shouted a couple of times.

Soon, the warriors of the Youxiong tribe began to enter the light screen in an orderly manner, as if they could stuff countless people inside.

At least when he watched the hundreds of soldiers enter the light barrier, not even a ripple was stirred.

In the blink of an eye, it was time to unify the world by force.

He was genuinely curious about what was inside the light screen, and with a touch of anticipation, he stepped inside.

The moment he stepped into the light curtain, he felt the light distort in a strange way.

Even though it was still daytime outside, passing through the light curtain felt like the time had been turned to dusk.

Moreover, without the sun, the sky appeared a murky amber color, with an overall reddish hue.

Compared to these unique sights, what he noticed first was the taste.

An unpleasant smell filled the air, like rust mixed with burnt bits, causing him to unconsciously frown.

There are a large number of soldiers in this area.

To be precise, this is the so-called front-line camp.

The camp was covered in bloodstains, and the air was thick with the smell of rust, clearly the stench of blood that had been accumulating for a long time.

You can see a large number of veterans sitting casually outside the tents, silently wiping their weapons. They look lazy, but their muscles are taut, ready to strike and kill at any moment.

Upon seeing these newly arrived soldiers, they simply nodded to them, which was their way of welcoming them.

Tianxia Buyu turned around and saw a light screen standing behind him. He knew that by crossing this light screen, he could return to the mountaintop.

Even though he knew very little about this world, he could quickly realize that the layout of the great city outside was designed to suppress the world within this light curtain.

After all, on the mountaintop outside, a continuous range of camps surrounded the light curtain, and once inside the light curtain, countless blood-stained tents surrounded it as well.

The only difference is the direction of defense. Before entering the light curtain, the defense is inward; after entering the light curtain, it extends outward.

"I guess I just can't seem to fall in love with this awful place."

Xiong Ling sighed softly, then reached out and hugged Tianxia Buyu, saying, "Let's go, let's go take a look first. The centurion said that the defensive line arranged for us seems to be in the southeast of the camp."

Tianxia Buwu obediently followed Xiong Ling across the camp, walking nearly five kilometers before finally reaching the edge of the camp.

The vast expanse of land before them was a dark red color. A gust of wind would blow up countless fragments of debris—not sand and gravel, but shards of weapons and withered bones.

The Xiong tribe's soldiers, who arrived first, were already setting up their camp defenses. They looked well-organized, but it was hard for Tianxia Buyu to feel much safe.

Now he was more curious about who the enemy was, that so many people were needed to defend against them.

He could sense that all the soldiers in the camp were definitely level 10 or higher, and there were no miscellaneous soldiers.

Xiong Ling didn't hesitate at all, patted her bottom and sat down on the outside of the camp: "We just need to stay here for a while."

Next to the Xiong tribe's war strategist's defense zone were war strategists from other tribes.

It is worth mentioning that although the Mountain Rhyme Army entrusted the defense of the camp's perimeter to the warriors supporting the tribe, they did not use them as cannon fodder.

In fact, the most dangerous work was carried out by the soldiers of the Shanyun Military Department themselves.

To pinpoint the location of the main force of the alien race, the seemingly empty land was now filled with scouts.

Small-scale skirmishes occur every moment in places unseen by the camp.

The casualties among the scouts were to be borne entirely by the Shan Yun Military Department.

Ultimately, the size of the Shanyun Military Department is on a completely different level compared to the other tribes in its jurisdiction.

A tribe like Qinghe, which can spare 5,000 soldiers to provide support, is already considered very strong.

Most tribes within the jurisdiction have at most one or two divisions of a thousand men each.

The number of soldiers possessed by the Shanyun Military Department was directly changed to tens of thousands, totaling a hundred thousand soldiers.

The total number of these reinforcements might only be thirty or forty thousand. The Shanyun Military Department always knew that its own side was the main force and had no intention of using them as expendable resources.

"It's so quiet."

Tenka Fubu sighed softly.

"What did you say?"

Xiong Ling glanced at him sideways, but didn't delve into it. Instead, she pointed to the side and said, "That's the Qinghe tribe's defense zone. Look, it's much larger than ours."

Following the direction Xiong Ling pointed, Tianxia Buwu looked towards.

Xiong Ling continued, "Qinghe was almost the strongest among our tribes. It's a pity that it suffered too much damage back then, which weakened its foundation. Otherwise, with two tribes at the level of the Ministry of War, we small tribes could have rested on our laurels."

If no other factors are involved, the larger the population base, the faster it will grow.

Looking at the camp of the Qinghe tribe, Tianxia Buyu observed that the overall quality of the soldiers there did indeed seem quite good.

……

At this moment, the Qinghe tribe is anything but peaceful.

The tribe was shrouded in rain and thick smoke, and the shouts that had lasted all night finally became a little weaker.

In the alleyway formed by two rows of neat stone houses, dozens of Hou tribe warriors, clad in tattered heavy armor and wielding half-zhang-long sharp blades, crowded together, cautiously gazing ahead.

However, there were only three people opposite them.

None of the three wore armor, only animal skin robes.

Ke Yun, who was on the right, hesitated. Among the three, he was the lowest-ranked: "I told you I shouldn't have been so impulsive."

Behind them was a group of women, children, and the elderly.

"We can't just stand by and watch someone die, can we?" Old Kuai on the left carried a blood-stained bronze pillar, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Although players perceive these NPCs as mere data, the level of realism in all aspects makes it impossible for them to stand by and watch these NPCs being slaughtered.

Peng Zhi stood between the two, gripping the bone knife tightly: "Should we go in? Or wait for the others to arrive?"