The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Chapter 104 The Arrival of War

"Now that there are more players, we can get a lower price if we buy Blood Qi Pills from other players."

Dog Brother rubbed his hands together, entering a fantasy phase: "When hundreds of players help me refine pills, slow leveling up and not being able to find monsters will be minor problems."

Campus Spring Scenery revealed a shrewd calculation on her face and teased, "No, no, no, I'll have to raise the price a bit."

"Alright, you two, stop daydreaming."

Rou Peng rolled his eyes as he listened to their conversation: "Even if we're going to refine Blood Qi Pills, that's a matter for a few days. Let's hurry up and search this area."

Dog Brother casually reassured him, "It wasn't that easy to find anyway. The rain just stopped, and the roads are slippery."

Slippery roads are not a major obstacle.

The real problem is that after that heavy rain, the already lush forests are now overgrown with vegetation.

Even a random fallen log is covered with wild mushrooms.

Such abundant moisture is no less beneficial to various herbaceous plants than high-quality chemical fertilizers.

That is why, even if the routed Roaring Clan army left traces when they passed by, they are now impossible to find.

Rou Peng wanted to say something more, but then he saw Campus Spring Colors raise both hands and place them flat in front of him: "You're already crying."

As he spoke, he even circulated his blood energy and used the power-manipulation technique of the "Martial Arts Body Forging Technique" to condense a small, visible twisted force field between his two palms.

Roubang's lips twitched, disgusted: "Let's get down to business, stop with the tired jokes."

Despite their complaints, the older guys present were genuinely envious of the kind of methods that Campus Spring had.

Putting aside how much this technique actually helps in combat, it just looks incredibly cool.

Dog Brother plopped down on a bluestone, grabbed a handful of slightly damp soil, and rubbed it between his fingers. "How about we don't go back tonight?"

In the past few days, although they went out to search for the whereabouts of the defeated tribe, they all returned to the tribe before dark.

There was basically no reward; most of the time, we encountered wild rabbits and wild boars that didn't give us any "experience points."

Dog Brother thinks that their search area is not large enough. Maybe if they go further afield, they might find some surprises.

"You mean, find a place to camp?"

The campus seemed somewhat resistant to the spring scenery: "Isn't it a bit risky to go at night?"

Speaking of which, because Brother Dog died once in the Qinghe tribe, he was the only one among the four present whose level was still in the single digits.

There's no cost involved; dying again wouldn't matter.

But if the other three old brothers were to die, the price would be too high.

Even Dog Brother's loyal follower, who was known for his domineering presence throughout the district, looked troubled at this moment.

As a businessman, Brother Dog is quite adept at reading people.

He sighed, feigning regret, and said, "I can't help but ask, do we Chinese only value present stability and lack any spirit of adventure and exploration?"

Campus Spring Scenery's tone suddenly turned robotic: "Last month, I was abroad on a business trip. I noticed something. At first, I subconsciously... My colleague laughed and pulled me along. Suddenly, I realized... I was moved by their kindness. But then I had to admit the gap and reflect on it."

Meatball clapped his hands expressionlessly: "It's all dry stuff from Yilin, but it's a bit too dry. You need to fill in the gaps."

"I'll definitely do it next time."

"Let's go." Quan Qun turned around and swung his stone axe, cutting down the vegetation blocking his way, and headed towards the entrance of the valley.

Dog Bro chuckled awkwardly twice: "Alright, we'll talk about setting up camp later. Let's see if we can make any progress before dark."

The camp inside the light curtain.

Tianxia Buwu sat cross-legged on the ground, silently watching the players on the world channel praising him, without saying anything further.

It is worth mentioning that his silent demeanor seemed rather unfathomable to Xiong Ling.

"One hundred and one streams of blood energy—" Xiong Ling silently recited the number in her mind, feeling her worldview crumbling.

It's like your employee, who earns 3,000 a month, says he's going to invest in stocks, and you're worried he'll lose so much he'll jump off a building. But a few days later, you see him coming to the company driving a sports car.

Even robbing a bank wouldn't be this fast!

Xiong Ling's ability to rise to the position of centurion makes him one of the most outstanding young people in the Youxiong tribe.

She possesses nearly eighty streams of blood and qi.

Even so, she couldn't remember how much sweat she had shed or how many battles she had fought to become this strong.

The seemingly ordinary, even somewhat dull-witted guy in front of her had gone out for a few days and returned to become someone she had to look up to.

Tianxia Buwu has never concealed his aura, and the warriors of the Youxiong tribe can naturally sense the immense blood energy emanating from him.

Xiong Ling whirled around, shooing away several subordinates who were sneaking closer: "What's so interesting? When did I ever teach you to abandon your posts?"

This was the first time she had felt so clearly how unreasonable talent could be, and this outburst did little to balance the bitterness in her heart.

Hearing the noise, Tianxia Buwu looked up and found that Xiong Ling was not talking to him, so he turned his attention back to the world channel.

He was completely unaware that he was actually the main reason Xiong Ling was so angry.

Outside the camp, groups of human soldiers began to return to the camp; clearly, these were scouts who had been withdrawn after receiving the news.

The soldiers in the camp didn't go up to exchange pleasantries; instead, their mood became even more somber.

The large-scale withdrawal of these scouts meant that this was not a smokescreen; war was indeed imminent.

as predicted.

Before long, the distant horizon trembled, and the once silent, dark red wilderness suddenly rose into a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky.

Above this cloud of dust and mist, an incredibly thick cloud of racial energy was slowly moving.

This cloud of racial energy was extremely terrifying in size; just looking at it made one's hair stand on end.

The direction they were in was precisely the side that the Xiong tribe's war strategist was responsible for.

"They're here!"

The alert soldier let out a hoarse roar, sounding the alarm for the camp.

The entire camp erupted in excitement. All the silence and repression burst forth at this moment, and the sound of war drums thundered, echoing in everyone's ears.

On the central platform, a broad-shouldered figure waved his hand, his voice booming: "Prepare for battle! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

The location of Tenka Fubu is on the edge of the camp, yet the tremors can still be felt throughout the camp.

He suddenly stood up, looked at the racial cloud of energy in the distance that was constantly releasing a terrifying sense of oppression, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, revealing a look of anticipation.

"Finally—is it about to begin?"