The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Even players like those from the Campus Spring Scenery noticed the cloud of racial energy, so the Hou Clan warriors, who were closer, naturally felt it even more clearly.

"So fast?!"

The Hou tribe's centurion's face immediately darkened: "Dump everything that slows down the march, travel light, and anyone who can't keep up can just die here."

He didn't even wait for the Hou tribe soldiers who were chasing the player to return to their ranks before waving his hand to signal his subordinates to retreat as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, if it were at the beginning, the Hou tribe's centurion could have had his subordinates also rise up with their racial aura to clash with the newly established war division of the Qinghe tribe.

The problem is that after fighting all night, this Hou tribe warrior division also suffered considerable losses, and a significant number of Hou tribe soldiers were scattered.

Currently, even including the Hou tribe warriors chasing players, his subordinates number only slightly over six hundred, which is far from enough to generate racial aura.

There would be no other outcome than a direct confrontation with a fully-fledged human warrior army.

The only option now is to retreat as quickly as possible and try to survive as many as possible.

Some Hou tribe soldiers reluctantly abandoned the corpses of the Qinghe tribesmen they were carrying and followed the Hou tribe commander out of the tribe.

Behind them, dark red clouds were rapidly approaching them.

Perhaps because the battle was so frustrating and too many of their people had died, this war division, temporarily formed under the leadership of Manjue, was filled with bloodthirsty eyes and deep killing intent, which they had to vent with blood.

The kind of army that is desperate and in desperation can often unleash unimaginable power.

If the remaining Hou tribe warriors can retreat, they will have gained a great advantage. In terms of mentality, there is a very serious difference between the two sides.

This can be seen from the massive blood energy surging within that cloud of racial energy.

The Hou tribe's centurion and Yunhou and the other centurions exchanged glances, all seeing the gloom in each other's eyes. This time, they probably wouldn't be able to leave safely.

The Hou tribe's commander made a tough decision.

Since those two hundred-man teams haven't returned yet, let's just let them play their last role.

"Pass on my order: have Lu Hou and the others cover the rear and delay the human warriors for at least fifteen minutes."

……

There is no need to report on the battle situation.

When the Hou tribe's chieftain led his men out of the Qinghe tribe's territory and reached the nearest hill, they saw the tribe's cloud of energy, which had been sluggish for a short time, begin to move again.

Let alone delaying for a quarter of an hour, the time that the two hundred-man squads of Hou warriors bought with their lives was probably measured in seconds.

This amount of time is far from enough; they haven't even withdrawn from the Qinghe tribe's territory yet.

The Hou tribe's centurion swept his cold gaze across the people behind him. Apart from Yun Hou, the remaining centurions all lowered their heads and silently prayed that they would not be chosen.

They all realized what orders their commander was planning to give.

Unfortunately, prayers were in vain.

"Yunhou, Anhou, you two come with me to retreat."

His gaze fell on the other centurions: "The task of preserving the flame for our people is entrusted to you all. I will give you two hundred men each, and I will give you thirty breaths to choose the soldiers you will lead."

Since we've come this far,

In particular, the Hou tribe's centurion was surrounded by surging blood energy, as if he would attack ruthlessly if they refused.

This made the remaining centurions, even if they were unwilling, realize that it was time for them to sacrifice themselves for their race.

On the bright side, at least this task sounds noble.

Watching the Hou tribe's centurion lead nearly two hundred soldiers away, the few Hou tribe centurions left behind to cover the rear all wore bitter smiles.

"Alright, didn't we know this day would come from the moment we stepped into our ancestral land?"

One of the Hou tribe centurions suddenly shouted.

The Hou tribe centurion standing next to him took a deep breath and smiled deliberately: "Not bad, I killed a total of sixty-seven humans last night, including more than ten warriors. It's enough to make up for it. It's just a pity that I didn't have time to devour these bloody feasts."

"Fourth brother, you only killed a dozen or so soldiers, how dare you say that? Your brother killed thirty soldiers."

"Hmph, I was just unlucky and didn't encounter many human warriors."

"Don't talk about luck, I wiped out a force led by a human centurion..."

As the Hou tribe centurions chatted and laughed, the tense nerves of their Hou warriors relaxed somewhat; after all, death was just a possibility.

As they chatted, the racial clouds above the tribe reached the edge of the tribe.

Large numbers of human warriors surged out from every corner of the outer buildings, forming a dense, overwhelming mass.

As you can see, behind the leading human warriors, there are countless strong men wielding weapons, carrying an almost tangible killing intent, rushing towards the two hundred Hou warriors on the hillside.

"kill!"

Led by a Hou tribe centurion, more than two hundred Hou tribe warriors roared and launched a counter-charge.

The results are self-evident.

These roaring Hou warriors didn't even inflict many casualties on the human warriors.

Under the suppression of the racial aura, the mere centurion was not much stronger than an ordinary soldier and collapsed at the first touch.

Manjue tossed aside the corpse of a Hou tribe centurion riddled with holes, his eyes bloodshot: "Chase them! No matter how far these guys run, find them and drain the last drop of blood from their bodies."

……

On a road in the central area of ​​the tribe, the surviving players were surrounded by a team of 100.

Of course, this encirclement was not actually malicious.

Seeing that the battle on the hillside had ended, Manman bowed towards the campus in spring.

In his judgment, Campus Spring Scenery was the strongest and was clearly the leader of this unknown reinforcement.

"Thank you all for your help. If it weren't for your delay in the alien race's retreat, we wouldn't have achieved such a great victory."

The spring scenery on campus blinked and gave an awkward but polite smile.

Bowen approached the side of Eighth Alley, not bothering to lower his voice, and asked, "What's this guy muttering about?"

Roupeng casually draped his arm over Bowen's shoulder: "Didn't we already know that? We can't understand most of the NPCs in this game. After all, it's still in the testing phase, and the language module probably hasn't been perfected yet."

As they were talking, the lame old man led Peng Zhi and the others from the other end of the road. A large group of women, children, and the elderly crowded the road, making it quite a sight.

Ke Yun waved to the meat pouch: "Hey, brothers, you're still alive."

Old Kuai, carrying a bronze pillar, didn't join in the pleasantries. Instead, he turned into a stone house and rummaged through its chests and cabinets.

"Haha, you guys didn't die either? Why did you bring so many villagers? Are you going to take them back and raise them?"

"I don't know if it's feasible to raise them. I'm going to try putting two villagers in one room later."