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Chapter 136 First, occupy the Creek Stone Tribe

"Reporting back to the commander of a thousand, the vanguard was dispatched, and apart from my eighty-nine soldiers, all others have perished in battle."

Yunhou took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions surging in his heart, and began to recount the story from when he joined forces with the cat clan warriors to destroy the Xishi tribe, all the way to the battle in front of the abandoned stone village.

After revealing all the intelligence, he stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and pounded his right fist heavily on his chest, making a dull thud: "I beg the centurion to avenge my people."

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, and every word carried the embers of blood and fire.

During his narration, the clan leader who had accompanied him had already returned and brought over this barely surviving force.

The air in front of the tent seemed to freeze instantly.

The centurion of the Roaring Clan standing before me is named Chonghou.

His large, bell-like eyes were fixed on Yunhou, his blood surging around him, but he did not immediately lash out.

Behind him, many of the Howling Clan soldiers in the camp stopped what they were doing and focused their gazes on him, some with anger and some with sorrow.

Chong remained silent for a long time. Finally, his eyes, which seemed to breathe fire, shifted from Yunhou to the Hou Clan warriors behind Yunhou.

He saw the pale-faced young soldier being helped up, the worn bone knives in their hands, and the lingering fear and exhaustion in their eyes.

"Eighty-nine people —"

Chong's voice was low and deep: "It's not easy for you to be alive."

These words relieved Yunhou's anxiety, and the disheveled Houzu team's emotions eased slightly.

However, when Chonghou came to Yunhou's side, a single sentence in a low voice made Yunhou's heart sink again.

"But what you bring is not just hatred, but also trouble."

These words were not heard by the Roaring Clan warriors under his command, after all, he still had to lead the troops and certainly could not show any signs of affecting unity.

Incidentally, these newly emerged Roaring Clan members all fought their way out from the Shan Yun Military Department.

The situation was so chaotic that the Howling Clan warriors were unable to maintain a complete organizational structure.

Although tens of thousands of tribal warriors broke out of the city, they were mostly in groups of a few hundred or even a few dozen people.

Chonghou, the centurion, clearly did not want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

For him, the most urgent task now should be to rejoin the main force, or at the very least, to gather the scattered Roar Clan warriors, rather than confronting a particular human tribe.

Chonghou's blood energy erupted suddenly, and a powerful pressure descended like a mountain.

"Are we just going to let this grudge go unpunished?" Yunhou, sweating uncontrollably under the oppressive aura, still forced himself to ask the question.

"You said it yourself, they are organized warriors, and it's still unclear which human tribe they come from. Where should we seek revenge?"

Chonghou's eyes were sharp as knives at this moment.

"Yes."

Yunhou met his gaze without flinching, raising his voice as if unintentionally: "Even if I don't know, there are only three human tribes near that abandoned stone village, and the Xishi tribe has already been wiped out by our vanguard."

"Gaoshi and Qinghe?" Chonghou chewed on the names of the two tribes, and the annoyance in his eyes from being bothered by his subordinates was gradually replaced by a cold emotion called "greed".

The atmosphere in the camp behind him grew increasingly tense.

"Chief!" A centurion from the Howling Clan, carrying two large axes, stepped forward.

Each axe is the size of a door panel, and their appearance is quite astonishing.

His name was Yahou, and he was the most valiant centurion under Chonghou's command.

"Who cares which tribe they are! Those who dare to kill our kin deserve to pay with their blood! We've fought our way out of Mountain Rhyme City, what haven't we seen? Are we afraid of those blood sacrifices?!"

His words immediately drew a chorus of agreement.

"Yes! Let's fight them!"

"To avenge our fallen kin!"

The crowd was outraged and their blood was boiling.

Chonghou did not reprimand him, but simply looked coldly at his subordinates.

The nature of the Howling Clan is to be brave, warlike, and overly impulsive.

Therefore, the more qualified a clan is to lead a team, the more composed they need to be in their actions.

He looked at Yunhou again, his gaze softening slightly: "Centurion Yunhou, since you managed to get here alive, it can't be just luck. What are your thoughts on the Qinghe and Gaoshi human tribes?"

After a moment of contemplation, Yun slowly spoke: "Chief, in my opinion, we should prioritize removing Gao Shi as a wedge."

"Thanks to those cat-like guys, the Gaoshi tribe couldn't recover in such a short time. They're like meat on our lips."

He paused, his voice growing increasingly calm: "If you, the centurion, are still undecided, you can use the Xishi tribe ruins as a bridgehead. It will be very convenient whether you are taking Gaoshi or harassing Qinghe."

"Your name is Yunhou, right? You're not bad." A hint of admiration flashed in Chonghou's eyes.

He hadn't expected that this seemingly disheveled centurion would have such a clear mind and calm judgment.

By the standards of a centurion of the Howling Clan, the Cloud Howling Clan's brain is quite useful.

As long as the strength meets the requirements, it is believed that General Yihou would not mind letting Yunhou lead a Hou clan warrior independently.

"Well said," Chonghou said in a deep voice. "Blindly rushing in will only hasten our demise. Yunhou, grow stronger as soon as possible; your value far exceeds that of the eighty-nine soldiers behind you."

He stepped forward and helped Yunhou up from the ground.

"From this moment forward, you will lead your unit under my command as my first centurion."

This appointment stunned everyone.

Toothroat stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

A centurion who had just defected to the new side actually took his position?

But Chonghou's decision is beyond question.

"You all heard what Centurion Cloudroar just said."

Chong waved his hand and said, "Move camp to the ruins of the Xishi tribe. Yun, your unit will be the vanguard and clear the way for our army."

He ultimately couldn't resist the temptation of the blood offerings of an entire tribe.

However, even with the nearly one hundred Roar Clan warriors brought by Yunhou, his forces totaled less than a thousand, enough to generate racial cloud energy.

To be on the safe side, he decided to go to the "bridgehead" to observe first before considering his next move.

Faced with such an order, Yunhou naturally would not resist.

"yes!"

As Chong's orders spread throughout the camp, the hundreds of warriors of the Mo tribe sprang into action with an efficiency that seemed to awaken them from a state of tranquility.

Throughout the entire process, almost no Howling Tribe soldiers spoke loudly; only the faint sounds of weapons and tools clashing echoed through the dense forest.

In order to earn the respect of his fellow tribesmen, Yunhou did not even allow the disheveled warriors of the Fan tribe to rest.

Holding a bone knife, he pointed into the depths of the dense forest: "Set off. We must reach the Xishi tribe ruins before nightfall."