The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

During the cleanup of the battlefield.

Manbai carried the corpse of a beastman warrior and threw it in front of Fatty Tiger: "Manzheng, you can absorb the blood energy of this alien."

He killed two warriors of the Wu tribe, so he was naturally allocated a spot to absorb blood essence.

He gave the spot to Gian, but did not tell Gian the specifics.

Of course, even if he explained it, Gian wouldn't actually understand.

Fat Tiger didn't stand on ceremony with him, treating it as a reward for completing the storyline.

He sat down cross-legged on the spot and activated the "Breaking Waves and Collapsing Barriers" technique to refine the blood energy dissipating from the remains of the Beast Clan warrior and absorb it into his own flesh and blood.

His level skyrocketed, and upgrade notifications began flooding his personal interface.

After all, his level is very low now, and the blood energy of a single Beastman warrior is enough for him to level up to level 10 or higher.

Looking around, the hillside was filled with warriors refining their blood energy, and Fatty Tiger blended in unnoticed among them.

However, Manbo stood beside him the whole time, watching his upgrade process.

Therefore, as Manbai sensed Panghu's gradually increasing blood energy, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

He has now accepted the fact that Fat Tiger is exceptionally gifted. What he didn't expect was that Fat Tiger's utilization rate of external blood energy was also so high.

Normally, a large portion of the external blood energy is wasted during the refining process.

If one can absorb the blood energy of a level 10 alien race and convert it into three strands of their own blood energy, then they are considered qualified.

If more than half of their physical attributes can be transformed, they can be cultivated into centurion candidates.

And Gian.

Manbo felt that if he wasn't mistaken, the conversion rate was even over 90%.

Even disregarding the blood essence that dissipates over time, he doubted whether Fatty Tiger had achieved the legendary 100% perfect refining.

With such talent and physique, even the young emperors of ancient times could not have been more exceptional.

Manbo sighed, it was just a pity that he had some problems with his brain.

Fatty Tiger was nearing the end of refining his blood essence when he heard Man Bai's sigh. He glanced at him in surprise and said, "You're not going to hesitate to give me the plot rewards, are you?"

All I can say is that the level of intelligence of the NPCs in this game is really high.

Fat Tiger secretly admired him.

Manbo could hear the emotion in those words and chuckled, "Good luck, the future of the tribe depends on you."

A gentle breeze carried with it a strong, pungent smell of blood.

Man Bai turned around and looked at the rows of Gao Shi warriors' corpses that had been collected. He couldn't help but feel sad and had no interest in talking or laughing.

Although they won the battle, it was still a heavy blow that the Gaoshi tribe could hardly bear.

The entire tribe was unable to muster a thousand-strong army. Realizing this, the Qinghe tribe distributed most of their spoils to other tribes in an attempt to help the Gaoshi tribe recover its strength as quickly as possible.

Soldiers can be replenished, but those who die in battle cannot be brought back to life.

Fat Tiger stood up. Even through a stone wall, he could hear the weeping coming from inside the High Stone Clan.

He looked around and saw some wounded soldiers sitting on the exposed rocks on the hillside, their wounds simply wrapped with burlap, hoping to heal on their own with their strong physiques.

He also saw a strong woman carrying a man's corpse on her back as she walked back to the tribe, her face expressionless.

If it were someone whose nerves were already somewhat sensitive from being stimulated by DEI in the past, he might have complained that the woman wasn't pretty enough.

But feeling the solemn and heavy atmosphere, even a player like Fat Tiger inexplicably didn't want to say such things.

Feeling a bit out of place in this emotional state, he muttered to himself, trying to calm himself down, "Hmm, the immersion is well done."

goo~

A slightly soothing horn sounded.

"Get ready, we're heading back."

Ultimately, this land has always been stained with blood, and lives are lost every day. Manbai quickly composed himself.

He patted Fatty Tiger on the shoulder: "If the Gaoshi tribe wants to continue, it ultimately depends on themselves."

The two thousand soldiers from the Qinghe tribe were only there to provide reinforcements; once the crisis was over, they would naturally return to their tribe.

……

A gourd-shaped valley with a narrow entrance, steep cliffs, and a maximum height of over 100 zhang (approximately 33 meters).

It looks like an excellent ambush site no matter how you look at it.

Four figures sneaked into the valley, looking around furtively.

Roupeng was highly skeptical of Gouge's assessment: "Are you sure? Is it really this way?"

"Absolutely, I saw that werewolf run this way with my own eyes," Dog said confidently.

Since it was uncertain whether the NPCs were friendly and they couldn't contact Fatty Tiger, they waited until the reinforcements from the Qinghe tribe arrived.

Realizing they couldn't infiltrate the battlefield to take advantage of the situation, Dog Brother and his men set their sights on the defeated soldiers of the Beast Tribe.

They were well aware that although these beastmen warriors appeared as fragile as chicks on the battlefield, they would not be so easy to defeat if a few of them were to face off.

Therefore, they specifically targeted lone beastmen warriors, preparing to seize any opportunity to attack them.

It's fortunate they left early; otherwise, if they had seen an NPC actively throwing the corpses of the Orc warriors to Fatty Tiger to absorb, they would probably have been so jealous their eyes would have turned into lemons.

That said, the problem Dog Bro and his crew are facing now is that they seem to have lost track of them a bit.

"Where can I find this?"

Seeing that there were no signs of anyone passing by, Chunse from the campus bowed solemnly to Brother Gou and said, "Please give me some guidance."

Dog Brother coughed awkwardly twice: "Go ahead and look for it. You know, in my company culture, not being able to find it is a problem of ability, not looking at it is a problem of attitude. Do you dare to question me?"

Towards the end, Dog Bro started by adopting a cheating stance.

"Shh!"

Suddenly, Quan Quzhe Zou gestured for the three old men to be quiet, then whispered, "Come and see."

Dog Bro quickly tiptoed up to Quan Qu Zhan Zou's side.

Looking in the direction he was pointing, you could see a bloodstain on the stone wall that had not yet dried.

You can still feel the lingering warmth when you reach out and touch it.

It appears to be a mark left by the other person as they passed by, their body brushing against the stone wall.

Dog Bro's eyes lit up: "I knew we hadn't gone the wrong way."

"Judging from these marks, that tiger-wolf should be heading towards..."

The whole district is going to be in a state of chaos, and that's not all he's said yet.

A black light, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, hurtled towards them.

The campus spring scenery suddenly changed its expression, and it raised a foot and kicked the whole district in the butt.

Even though they were somewhat disheveled, they managed to avoid the entire district being shot dead on the spot.

Clang~

The arrow was mostly embedded in the rock wall, and the fletching at the end was still trembling slightly, showing how powerful it was.

A wounded Wu tribe warrior emerged from the shadows of the corner of the stone wall, his eyes bloodshot, his beard and eyebrows bristling, and his expression extremely furious.

He let out a desperate, cornered roar: "Are you going to wipe us all out?!"

Unexpectedly, none of the four players showed any interest in talking to him.

The spring scenery on campus, with its stone axe in hand, aimed straight at the forehead of the barbarian warrior.

"I don't care about this or that."