The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Chapter 112 The Failed Attack

Before the Hou tribe warrior could finish speaking, a deep, hoarse voice came from the dense forest behind them.

"What are you reporting?"

The warriors, who had been looking tired, instantly tensed up and gripped their weapons tightly.

The leader of the Hou tribe sergeant turned around abruptly. Upon seeing who it was, his tense shoulders relaxed, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face: "Sir, what are you doing—"

The dense foliage was parted, and the tribal chief emerged from the shadows.

His leather armor was of better quality than his men's, but it was also covered with dried blood and signs of damage, indicating that he had not been doing well recently.

"Hmph, the dogs of the Qinghe tribe have incredibly sharp noses. How can I guarantee their safety if I don't keep a close eye on them?"

The Hou tribe's centurion's cold, wolf-like eyes swept across the direction of the stone stronghold before finally settling on his subordinates. His voice carried a ruthless edge: "A bunch of useless trash, you don't even realize you've been discovered."

After being reprimanded, the Roaring Clan warriors fell silent in fear.

That means he doesn't have many usable soldiers left. Otherwise, given the temperament of this Roaring Tribe centurion, he would never have let this go so easily.

"Go and inform Yunhou in the back to lead his troops to surround the village."

He casually instructed a member of the Roaring Clan, then pretended not to have noticed anything and led his remaining men slowly toward the stone village.

He discovered that players were lurking in the stone village.

Although he was certain that none of these players were particularly aggressive, he still planned to wait until Yunhou and his men surrounded the stone village before taking action, in order to avoid any slipping through the net.

Yunhou, leading nearly two hundred tribal warriors, was not far behind and would arrive soon after receiving the news.

In the stone village, Pickled Pepper Beef stood behind a cracked stone wall, silently observing the roaring tribe in the forest.

Players like Tomato Scrambled Eggs stood aside without saying a word to interfere.

"Something's not right." The pickled beef frowned slightly.

The group of Roaring Tribe warriors in sight were, after all, pretending to know nothing, and their investigation along the way was inevitably somewhat perfunctory.

An average player might be fooled and think that the developers were just being lazy.

But these players who named their games after instant noodle flavors knew that this was not just a simple game.

Logically speaking, it's more likely that these monsters discovered something was wrong.

After staring at the tribal chieftain for a while, Pickled Pepper Beef felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by a wild beast.

"They may have discovered us."

The pickled beef whispered, his body pressed against the cold stone wall, a fine layer of cold sweat still seeping from his forehead.

Upon hearing this, Braised Beef gripped his stone axe tighter and turned to look at Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes: "To fight or to retreat?"

While scrambling tomato and eggs, I remained calm, my mind racing.

He peered through the crack in the stone at the group of Roaring Tribe warriors outside who were deliberately slowing their pace, and then glanced down at the wooden board in his hand with a simple map drawn on it.

After a moment of silence, he made his decision: "Prepare for battle."

The terrain he had previously scouted was deeply etched in his mind. He knew very well that the other side of Shizhai was an open area, and even if he chose to evacuate, it would be impossible to hide his tracks.

This monster squad only has ten people, while there are more than twenty players here. They might not be a match for them.

Tomato Scrambled Eggs' eyes gradually sharpened: "They haven't made a move; they're probably stalling for time."

"Awaiting reinforcements?"

The braised beef realized what was happening and its expression changed.

Tomato and Egg Stir-fry quickly turned around and lowered his voice to instruct the group: "Listen up, Lao Tan and Yu Xiang, you two take a few people and go behind that broken wall over there. Make noise to attract their attention."

"Braise, you take three men and flank from the side. You decide when to strike."

"The leader monster is key. The rest of you, level 15 and above, will follow me and Paojiao to carry out the decapitation mission."

Tomato Scrambled Eggs gestured with his hand, signaling everyone to take their positions. Before they set off, he added, "Switch the world channel to 66, and then remain silent and communicate within the channel."

The players present quickly split up and took action.

Outside the stone village.

The tribal chief was slowly approaching the stone village with his men, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

Once he got closer, he could easily judge the players' strength by their aura.

In his view, these human warriors of unknown origin in the stone village were already sitting ducks.

Just then.

From behind the broken wall on the left, several stones suddenly flew out and hit one of the Howling Clan warriors.

It wasn't very lethal and was easily deflected by a slash.

"Over there." The soldier from the criminal tribe turned his head instinctively.

"Ignore it."

The tribal chief didn't stop. He looked up at the location of Tomato Scrambled Eggs and the others, a cruel smile on his face: "Not only did you not flee, but you dare to fight back?"

He did instruct his men to pretend they hadn't noticed the players, but since these players had deliberately exposed themselves, he wasn't incapable of changing his mind.

"Come with me."

After uttering those words, the Hou tribe's centurion strode towards the stone fortress watchtower.

After a few dozen breaths, he was about to enter the watchtower.

A dark shadow suddenly darted out from the shadows directly in front of them, moving with incredible speed.

It's pickled pepper beef.

Instead of using the heavy stone axe, he switched to a well-polished military knife and, taking advantage of the terrain, pounced on the Roaring Tribe's centurion like a cheetah.

However, the tribal chief was prepared for this.

His spear swept across like a whip, striking the pickled beef in the belly and sending it flying backward.

The terrifying potential energy it carried caused the flying pickled beef to smash through a wall.

These players, who use instant noodle flavors as their names, are all well-trained and have no shortage of teamwork.

Even as the pickled pepper beef was being prepared, Tomato Scrambled Eggs was already gripping the bone knife and stabbing it at the lower body of the Roaring Tribe Centurion.

Unfortunately, the strength of the Steel Bone Realm is far beyond what the Blood Moving Realm can achieve.

The Hou tribe's centurion withdrew his spear with a speed that would horrify even scrambled eggs with tomatoes, holding it to his side.

Before Tomato Scrambled Eggs could retract his attack, the bone knife in his hand slammed into the shaft of the spear with a loud clang.

"withdraw!"

"Tomato and Egg Stir-fry!" shouted decisively.

After exchanging blows at lightning speed, he realized that the monster's strength was beyond his imagination.

If the team members were all equipped with standard individual combat gear, they could try to put up a fight, but now they only have melee weapons, so it's best to cut their losses and let as many as they can escape.

Upon hearing the sound, the scattered players turned and ran without bothering to fight.

The tribal chief raised his spear and thrust it with lightning speed, instantly piercing through the scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

He lifted the corpse up and said coldly, "Chase them. Don't let any of them escape."