Silver Overlord
chapter-450

The ambush was quick and intense. When the arrows stopped howling through the air, only the scent of blood remained in the Scale Fragments Valley.

Yan Liqiang made a hand gesture. All the Great Moon Tribe's warriors, dressed in Shatu attire hiding on both sides of the valley, stood up. They unsheathed their blades and rushed into the valley below them.

"Check if any of them are still alive! Stab them…!"

One of the Great Moon Tribe warriors who was fluent in the Shatu language yelled his line that was prepared earlier.

"Got it. We won't let anyone in the Dark Wood Tribe get away!" another warrior growled.

Yan Liqiang was the first to rush out. He didn't speak, only pointed at the fallen Dark Wood Tribe's men and made a few hand gestures. The Great Moon Tribe's warriors who were rushing down the Scale Fragment Valley scattered in a well-coordinated manner, each knowing what they should do.

Blades pierced into the vital organs of those fallen Dark Wood Tribe's warriors and were then pulled out. None of them were spared.

Corpses covered about a hundred meters of the mountain valley. The Great Moon Tribe's warriors scattered and silently inspected the corpses, giving them another surefire stab to properly send the not completely dead Shatu men to heaven.

"Quick, send them all to Morbeto! Don't let anyone live and don't leave behind any witnesses…!"

"What are you afraid of? We'll return to the White Lake by the time those people from Dark Wood Tribe arrive. Hehehe… Let the Dark Wood Tribe find those living on the Mount Dragon Jade for revenge. Let them fight among themselves to death, then we shall be back to clear up the mess. The Shatu Seven Tribes only need one man as their leader…!"

Two Great Moon Tribe warriors checked the corpses while 'casually conversing' at the designated spot. There were more than ten Shatu corpses lying around them. Just then, one of the Shatu men on the ground who took an arrow earlier at the rear of the troop suddenly jumped up. He snatched one of the steeds at the side, then whipped his steed and galloped out of the Scale Fragments Valley while keeping body low.

"AH, ONE IS STILL ALIVE, DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY…!" Someone suddenly shouted in the distance.

The people who were stabbing the corpses were alerted and nearly everyone chased after the man. Angry yells and the vibrating sounds of bowstrings could be heard.

A few minutes after the chaos died down, a deep voice rang out. "Let's leave quickly, don't linger too long here…!"

The Great Moon Tribe's warriors ran across the valley, but not forgetting to stab the remaining corpses they passed by. In just a flash, all of them disappeared from the Scale Fragments Valley, leaving behind only the riderless steeds and corpses all over the place.

...

About ten minutes later, one of the Shatu men lying on the spot where the two Great Moon Tribe's warriors were conversing in fluent Shatu language earlier moved, then struggled to slowly get up.

The Shatu man in his thirties had a tanned face and wore his hair in a small braid. He was short, but he had a strongly built body. The arrow was lodged in the left side of his chest, just a few inches above his heart. Fortunately, it missed his heart due to angle and instead pierced into the area near his left armpit. The arrow was buried very deeply into his body, but wasn't fatal. When those people were leaving, he was again very 'hurriedly' stabbed on his back. The wound near his right shoulder was a little long, but it wasn't fatal either.

The Shatu man stood up and looked at the corpses lying around him. He trudged to a rhinodrake steed nearby, then clenched his teeth and climbed onto it with great difficulty. He turned the steed around and quickly rode to the exit of the Scale Fragments Valley.

More than seven hundred meters away from here, he saw a collapsed steed with countless arrows stuck in its body. Several tens of meters ahead, a headless Shatu corpse lay on the ground with more than ten arrows in his body…

"The Dark Razor Tribe…" That Shatu man riding on the rhinodrake steed gritted his teeth so hard that they nearly cracked. He looked at the corpse of his companion with his reddened eyes, then gave his steed's abdomen a tight squeeze. He lowered his body against the rhinodrake steed's back and rushed out of the Scale Fragments Valley into the Gulang Plains…

...

Yan Liqiang stood on a small peak not far from the Scale Fragments Valley as he watched the rhinodrake steed rushing out of the valley with a meaningful smile on his face. He turned to the other Great Moon Tribe warriors behind him who watched him with respect, then issued an order, "Let's go!"

...

In the evening, the Dark Wood Tribe's chief was looking at a Shatu man who was lucky enough to survive the incident in the biggest tent at the center of the Dark Wood Tribe's settlement. He was kneeling before the chief like a ferocious stray wolf. "Did you truly hear that?"

The man who was kneeling on the floor ripped open his clothes and lifted his head, showing the freshly dressed arrow wound on his chest and the cut on his back. As soon as he ripped his clothes, crimson blood seeped out of his wound. "If I, Dulu, misheard even a word, you may cut my ears off, Chief! If I uttered an extra word by mistake, you may cut my tongue off or even behead me, Chief…!"

"Morbeto, my son…" The Dark Wood Tribe's tribal chief let out an anguished wail, then started crying while beating his chest in the tent.

When Morbeto learned to kill at a young age, Wugusa always thought that he was talented and delightful child. He was like the pillar of the Dark Wood Tribe. This time, it was finally his turn to experience the pain of losing a son.

"We must avenge big brother…!" Wugusa's youngest son yelled. "The Dark Razor Tribe is getting harsher to us over the past few months. Not long ago, a few of our patrol teams somehow disappeared. Since we can't even find their corpses, we can rule out the possibility of wolf encounters. It must have been the work of the Dark Razor Tribe! Just two days ago, they led their sheep to the plains to the east of Xi River. Not only that, they also chased away many of our people from there. In addition, they also injured our people and snatched our livestock. They suffered a defeat in Gan Province due to their own incompetence, yet they target us. They are afraid that we'll surpass them. And now, even big brother fell prey to them…"

"Yes, avenge him!"

"Avenge him!"

The important figures from the Dark Wood Tribe shouted angrily in the big tent. The bad blood between them and the Dark Razor Tribe dated back to a few decades ago. The Dark Wood Tribe had been brooding over the defeat they suffered back then. All this while, they believed that the Dark Razor Tribe had only won because they had a little luck on their side.

The Dark Razor Tribe had also been making some moves against them over the past few months, but the Dark Wood Tribe had been enduring them in silence. However, the incident today infuriated everyone in the Dark Wood Tribe. Who could still continue tolerating someone if they had their blade right up against your throat?

The Dark Wood Tribe's chief, Wugusa, lifted his gaze, showing his teary red eyes. Then seethed through his teeth, "Do you really think the Dark Wood Tribe is afraid of you, Sultan? We shall let you give you the taste of losing your son…!"