The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

It rained all night, and the sky was completely dark.

An endless curtain of water poured down on the tribe, extinguishing the campfires used for grilling fish on weekdays. Only the chimneys of some stone houses emitted the smell of burning and wisps of smoke.

"Don't just sit there, quickly sit up and start cultivating."

Manbai came to the bedside and patted Fat Tiger's butt.

Thankfully, I knew this was an NPC expressing affection, otherwise Fat Tiger wouldn't have been able to log off in peace.

"Can we take a break?"

Fat Tiger looked utterly helpless.

Having spent so much time together, he could understand what Man Bai meant by the word "cultivation."

"Hurry up, don't waste your talent."

Manbai wanted to say something more, but suddenly his heart tightened, and he had an inexplicable bad feeling.

At first, he thought it was his imagination, but as time went on, the feeling of anxiety not only did not diminish, but became stronger.

"Manzheng, stay inside and don't wander around. I'm going out for a bit."

After saying those words, Manbai walked out of the stone house.

Unfortunately, the rain was too heavy, and everything in the tribe was blurred in the rain and mist, like a watercolor painting that was soaked and slowly spreading.

Manbo hesitated for a moment, then walked toward the edge of the tribe.

At a watchtower near the tribe, two soldiers were squatting inside, secretly eating roasted meat.

They noticed Manbai approaching and hurriedly stood up, not knowing where to hide the roasted meat in their hands.

One of the young soldiers asked awkwardly, "Brother Manbai? What brings you here?"

Manbai knew that night watch was boring and couldn't be bothered to investigate the two soldiers' theft of roasted meat: "Has anything unusual happened?"

"no."

"No!"

The two young soldiers replied with great confidence.

"Be serious, as you all know, the tribe's defenses have weakened considerably lately."

Manbo gave a reminder and prepared to leave for the next watchtower.

But at this moment,

A reddish flash of lightning illuminated the sky, as if breaking with the heavens.

Using the light provided by the lightning, Manbai saw a dense mass of strange heads outside the watchtower, the closest of which was less than a hundred paces from the tribe.

Hou tribe!

In an instant, Manbai's mind popped into the races represented by these strange heads.

"Enemy attack!"

Rumble!!!

The thunder was deafening.

Manbo's hysterical roar was drowned out by the thunder that followed.

……

"What a loud thunder!"

The thunderous roar, so close it seemed to be right next to his ear, made Fat Tiger's heart skip a beat.

He tossed and turned on the bed with his hands behind his head, waiting for Manbai to return, but instead heard some gradually increasing noises outside.

"What's wrong?"

Fat Tiger rubbed his eyes, got out of bed, and pushed open the door to go out.

The moment he opened the door, everything that happened before his eyes left his mind completely blank.

The tribe's wooden fence was shattered by the fire and the impact, resembling the remains of a giant beast rampaging through the area.

The rainy night, which should have been perfect for sleeping, was torn apart by screams and roars.

The clanging of weapons, mixed with thunder and lightning, formed a symphony inviting one to hell.

The rain relentlessly washed over the ground, but it could not wash away the spreading crimson.

The striking reddish-brown color meandered in the rain and flowed into the low-lying areas.

Fat Tiger saw the old woman who had secretly given him a piece of smoked meat yesterday lying at the door of her wooden house, clutching a ceramic jar tightly in her arms.

Not far away, a boy stood blankly in the rain, his face wet with either rain or tears.

The boy mechanically reached out to touch his mother, who lay in a pool of blood, but was violently pushed away by a humanoid monster wielding a sharp blade, as if it were pushing away an obstructive rock.

The monster's head resembled a dragon's overall shape, but it had a dog's nose and ears, making it look quite ferocious.

Pushing the boy aside, the Hou tribe soldier raised his blade and delivered a final blow to the fallen boy.

The firelight danced stubbornly in the rain, illuminating the hideous faces as if they were demons. Countless Hou tribe warriors swept across the land like a raging whirlwind, leaving only severed limbs and desperate wails in their wake.

Fat Tiger was dumbfounded.

In his view, these tribespeople were indeed NPCs, but these NPCs could laugh, cry, and even joke and tease him.

In the blink of an eye, these NPCs lay dead in pools of blood.

A vibrant face turned into a pile of cold flesh.

Even though reason told him it was just a game, he couldn't stay calm as he watched his clansmen, whom he usually interacted with, fall one by one.

Fat Tiger's brain completely stopped functioning. Driven by instinct, he grabbed the rake standing by the door and charged towards the nearest Hou tribe warrior.

"Damn it! Where are they?! Where did they all go?"

In his memory, this village clearly had an army, and everyone there was so strong.

How did it suddenly become like this?

Thanks to having absorbed the blood essence of a Wu tribe warrior and under Manbai's supervision, Fatty Tiger's level is now approaching level 20.

In terms of individual combat strength, he is indeed no weaker than these Hou tribe warriors.

He tilted the rake in his hand upwards at an angle, naturally activating the "Breaking Waves and Collapsing" technique.

With a furious strike, the violent force instantly swept away a Hou tribe soldier.

He grabbed the injured boy, raised his rake, and charged at another Hou tribe soldier.

The resistance here attracted the attention of the powerful Hou tribe.

Fat Tiger spent a lot of effort killing two Hou tribe warriors, but he hadn't even had a chance to absorb the blood essence from their remains.

Then a dark figure, wielding a sharp blade, rushed towards them.

Fat Tiger instinctively held the rake across his back.

bang~

The sharp buzzing sound was so loud it hurt your ears.

Although he blocked the attack, the recoil still made Fat Tiger's hands go numb, and he almost fell face-first into the mud.

Yunhou raised an eyebrow in surprise when he realized that his attack had failed.

This human is quite powerful for his age.

Without much hesitation, Yunhou delivered another blow.

No matter how talented someone is, it's meaningless until they've fully developed.

Fat Tiger hadn't even caught his breath when he was about to be beheaded with this one blow.

"Don't just stand there!"

A familiar voice reached Fat Tiger's ears.

Manbai held a long-handled spike in his hand, and with a misty spray of water, he aimed it straight at the back of Yunhou's head.

Yunhou sensed the killing intent and turned around to slash at the side of the spikes with his sword.

The weapon, made from the horn of a black shark, was extremely tough. Although it was not cut by the cloud lion, it did deflect and could no longer maintain its original stabbing trajectory.

Manbai strode forward, stood between Panghu and Yunhou, and shouted without turning his head, "Go find the clan chief and gather our warriors."

It was a night of torrential rain, and the attack by the Hou tribe warriors came too suddenly, so the Qinghe tribe had almost no chance to resist at first.

Many soldiers were killed while still at home, and the soldiers could not gather together, which led to this rout.