Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 171 - 171 170 Blood Drift!

171: Chapter 170: Blood Drift!

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(1 update)_1 Thousands of miles north of Black Cloud Mountain, sunlight bathes the entire earth.

Perched atop the Great Wasteland is a blindingly dazzling Blue Stone City.

The enormous stone walls, heaped from massive blue stones, emanate a cold luster that is particularly dazzling under the sun.

Standing before the city are thousands of stern and solemn war soldiers, their faces ruddily radiant, and dressed in beast-skin battle armor.

They clutch spears and swords in their hands, their faces somber.

Under the sunlight, their eyes angrily stare forward, an intense aura of chilling murderous intention permeating the surroundings.

Only those who survive hundreds of battles are the true elite.

At a corner above the city, several bare-chested men stand side by side.

In each of their hands, they hold an ancient, vintage, bronze-colored war horn, bearing indelible marks of time.

These are the war horns passed down by the Gu Yuan Tribe for hundreds of years.

Woo!

A series of majestic horn sounds echo forth.

The sounds travel through brass and stone, piercing through the vault of heaven and resonating over the hundreds of miles of the Great Wasteland.

Bathe in blood and perish in the wasteland, slay the foreign tribes in battle, only blood will burn!

“Kill!”

Accompanied by the war horn’s call, a chilling murderous intent descends from the void and permeates in all directions, resonating in the ears of every soldier.

“Kill!

Kill!

Kill!”

Immediately after, thousands of brave warriors raise their voices as they echo the roar, their intense blood Qi piercing the sky.

Their voices merge to create a formidable aura.

A lofty and awe-inspiring evil energy rises above the city of the Gu Yuan Tribe.

This is the might of the Gu Yuan Tribe!

A resolution forged through hundreds of years of bloodshed and devotion!

Atop the Blue Stone City, over a dozen silhouettes huddle together.

The figure in the center, dressed in a cyan armor and wielding a black spear, radiates an air of innate authority.

The supreme prestige gathered by the thousands of youth beneath the city seems to compliment his silhouette.

“Reporting to the Tribal Leader.

All 4313 Guardian Clan Soldiers of the Gu Yuan Tribe have formed ranks.

We await your instructions, Tribal Leader!”

“Ding Shan, Shi Ya, Huang Liang, Xiao Pangkun, Mu Wu Ya!”

As Xiao Chen’s voice falls, five figures step forward from the middle of the crowd behind him.

They bow before Xiao Chen and respond, “At your service!”

With his back to the five, Xiao Chen instructs, “Now that the might of the Gu Yuan Tribe’s war soldiers has taken shape, managing the totality of the tribe’s warfighting power falls on you five, as Centurions.

Although our population does not yet allow us to form a full five thousand soldiers, your primary duty is to ensure the safety of our youth.

Everything must prioritize the tradition of our tribe.”

“Yes, sir!”

“These thousands of young men are our spears in battle.

They protect the Gu Yuan Tribe and defend the lands our ancestors nurtured.

Remember, every land you set foot on is our territory—land that Gu Yuan men must guard with our lives!

Use your spears in hand, fight for the tribe, and bring about a clear and open sky!”

“We will remember.

For our entire lives, we will serve as the spears for the Gu Yuan Tribe.

We will protect the Gu Yuan Tribe, guard these lands under our feet, our territory that we will defend with our lives!”

Currently, the population of the Gu Yuan Tribe is still too scarce.

Although Xiao Chen initially hoped to gather a full five thousand war soldiers, he was unable to fulfill this wish.

Despite being in the Great Wasteland, where because of their robust physique, common people can become soldiers—it’s even commonplace for untrained tribe members to have thousands of pounds of strength when they come of age, enough to meet the standards of becoming war soldiers.

The tribe members that Xiao Chen chose to join the war soldiers are all the cream of the crop, so it could be said that this group of over four thousand war soldiers constitutes over ninety percent of the Gu Yuan Tribe’s strength.

Currently among these five, Mu Wu Ya and Xiao Pangkun have already broken through the shackles of martial arts, advancing from the Perfect Bone-Tempering Realm to the Blood Refining Realm, becoming bonafide Centurion-level warriors.

Given their current strength, as long as they can find a vacant land in the Great Wasteland and gather scattered tribes, they could proclaim their sovereignty and establish a new tribe, positioning themselves as tribal leaders.

Just as this was happening, in the far-off horizon, five or six silhouettes galloped in swiftly.

It was not long before they burst into the city of the Gu Yuan Tribe.

“Reporting to the Tribal Leader, three elders, Iron Hall Master, respected Centurions, we have been ordered to scout around the tribe and have come back to report!”

The next moment, voices called out as five Centurions climbed up the city wall to pay their respects to everyone.

These few individuals are members of the recently established Dark Hall of the Gu Yuan Tribe, and are subordinates of the Centurion Tie Wen.

As someone who has experienced the countless cultural influences of the later era, Xiao Chen understands the importance of intelligence.

The Dark Hall is the Gu Yuan Tribe’s eyes in the Great Wasteland, tasked with exploring the situation inside the territory of the Gu Yuan Tribe and even the whole Great Wasteland.

As the Master of Dark Hall, Tie Wen’s duty is to collect all the intelligence on the surroundings of the Gu Yuan Tribe, continuously delivering it to Xiao Chen, helping the Gu Yuan Tribe stay one step ahead of their enemies.

Upon sighting the arrival of the five centurions, Xiao Chen, who was originally standing with his hands behind his back, turned around to make eye contact with the high-ranking tribe members behind him.

At the same time, a scene of mountains of corpses and rivers of blood came to mind.

Even though this bloody scene had happened a full ten days ago, recalling it still sent chills down his spine.

It has been ten days since the gathering of the war soldiers and the last tribal meeting.

Ten days ago, outside the Gu Yuan Tribe, a thick cloud of red fog suddenly drifted across the sky.

The blood-red fog blocked out the sun, seeming both illusory and tangible.

It filled the air without dissipating, and the earth mourned wherever the fog passed.

Upon discovering this anomaly, Xiao Chen ordered the tribe to prepare defenses, then tracked the direction from which the bloody fog was floating.

In the end, Xiao Chen followed the trail of blood to a valley – to be accurate, an empty valley.

In the valley were densely packed stone houses, ancient wells, shiny black stone piles, and even amid a stroll through this Human City, you could faintly see beast meat drying under the eaves of some stone houses.

But the tribe that should have been bustling with people was completely deserted.

Apart from this, there were also numerous weapons left scattered on the ground.

These weapons that were usually fought over by the human tribes were now randomly discarded.

Looking out, there were thousands of them.

Even more eerie to Xiao Chen were the remains of arms and broken bones on the ground, seemingly identifiable as remnants of human flesh.

This tribe, known in Xiao Chen’s memory as the Moon-Mountain Battle Division, was just like the Gu Yuan Tribe, a low-level Human Battle Division that had contact with the Gu Yuan Tribe in the past.

But now, there wasn’t a single person to be seen, and not a trace of vitality was left.

All that remained was a pungent smell of blood, trails of flesh and blood of the same human race, and an entire tribe of twenty thousand was obliterated as if they had been reduced to ashes.

The entire valley had become a ghost domain!

And what Xiao Chen didn’t know was that, after he left the valley, figures continuously appeared within the valley, and after some investigation, quietly left.

With a radius of ten thousand miles, the winds rapidly stirred, and the undercurrents were turbulent!