Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 301 - 292: Tie Wen Returns! _1

Chapter 301: Chapter 292: Tie Wen Returns! _1

The words "Gu Yuan Tribe" were continuously uttered from the mouths of the other two men. Each time these words were spoken, the eyebrows of the Royal Beast Race Centurion on the side would furrow not so subtly, as a barely disguised murderous intent revealed itself in his eyes.

As the only remaining force of the Royal Beast Race in the Giant Stone Valley, how could he not be aware of their tribe’s illustrious era portrayed in its history? An era that his race desperately yearned for; an era where they dominated the Giant Stone Valley without fear or endeavour.

Not long ago, the revival of an ancestor from 10,000 years ago had been found and they thought the rise of the Royal Beast Race was on the horizon. Yet, before much time had passed, news emerged from the Great Wasteland that the patriarch of the Gu Yuan Tribe, together with other rangers, had killed the not fully recovered ancestor, thereby stifling the rise of the Royal Beast Race.

The tribe was strangled before it could rise, hence, the Royal Beast Race Centurion’s hatred for the Gu Yuan Tribe ran deep, as deep as a sea of blood. However, he also knew that his tribe’s strength was not enough to deal with Xiao Chen, therefore, he had always been awaiting an opportunity. Now, this opportunity seems to have been dreamily delivered right to his doorstep.

Catching his breath for a moment and suppressing the murderous intent in his heart, the Royal Beast Race Centurion then spoke, "Blood Brother, Niu Brother, didn’t the humans always gather their courage to hunt us down? But haven’t we always been fine, safely within the human tribes, enjoying their delicious blood food while we converse freely?"

"Haha, what Brother Royal said is not wrong, the human race is nothing but a lowly race, they are only good at infighting. Since ancient times, they were fortunate to steal the secrets of the heavens and tried to occupy this vast land. They’re really too arrogant. Our Hundred Clans have been multiplying for countless years, we won’t let this lowly blood food occupy the Desolate Wilds, it is our ancestral land, sooner or later we will take it back."

"Here’s to us, to all the clans returning to the Great Wasteland Ancestral Land, and in the erithe name of exterminating the lowly human clans, cheers!"

Goblets clinked in the flurry of feasting, they emptied their drinks immediately, its bloody aroma lingering thick in the air. The enormous wine bowl was lined with residues of deep crimson. This was not exquisite wine, but fresh human plasma.

"These pitiful humans should permanently serve as our tribes’ blood meals. Look at the women of the Human Clan, their skin is so tender and juicy, so the taste is absolutely mouthwatering, it’s really a rare and precious blood meal."

As these people enjoyed the human blood and flesh, they also bizarrely praised it, leaving the few remaining living human females in the Great Hall almost in despair, trembling in fright as they huddled together.

Before long, obscene sounds echoed once again in the Great Hall. Human females mourned incessantly, their misery unending, yet there was no miracle to save them.

After a good while, the screams abruptly came to an end. Shortly after, gruff voices began to ring out.

"Boys, quickly enjoy your food in your hands. Tomorrow morning, I will lead everyone to break camp and move forward, hunting down more delicious blood food!"

The voices echoed throughout the entire mountain range, eliciting sinister yowling within the Great Camp from the multitude of Survivors of the Exotic Clan.

"These Foreign Clans really ought to die!"

At this moment, on top of a not-too-distant peak, two figures were hidden in the crevices of a massive rock. If they did not make any noise, it would be difficult to even know that they have been lurking there.

"The Warriors of our tribe will seek revenge for our Human Tribe brethren!" The two figures were rooted to the ground, their eyes studded with a crimson hue, as their palms scraped deep, three-digit indentations into the rock underneath. The bestial behavior of the Foreign Tribe left them heartsick with grief. But they didn’t dare to make a move. They were two Centurions sent out by the Gu Yuan Tribe to scout and monitor the movement of the Foreign Tribe.

The two had been hidden here for two days and, during that time, they had seen with their own eyes the cruel rampage of the Foreign Stray Warriors. The Stray Warriors had killed every member of a tribe, raped and pillaged without restraint. Countless human females had been tortured by these foreign tribesmen before being eaten alive. A tribe of nearly ten thousand people had turned into a pile of bones right before their eyes, their blood soaking into the rivers.

Even though they did not actually know one another, but as fellow humans, watching as their Tribe brethren were raped, pillaged, and slaughtered, it inflicted an agony enough to cause a majority of people to break down mentally. This enormous grief and the hate that came with humans being consumed by savage beasts like mere pigs and dogs cries for blood and vengeance!

"The foreigners are leaving this place tomorrow. Hurry up and spread the news so the Chieftain knows!"

After a peculiar hiss, out of the crevice in the giant stone, a large green eagle suddenly swooped down, grasping a piece of beast skin from the hands of a centurion, then took the skies again, winging off into the distance.

In the Crescent Valley, the scent of blood vanished with the annihilation of the scattered Blood Clan warriors. The many war soldiers of the Gu Yuan Tribe were resting, preparing for the next big battle.

The Gu Yuan Tribe overwhelmingly besieged and eliminated the Blood Clan in a battle. However, some unavoidable casualties were inevitable among the tribe people. Nearly two hundred warriors were killed with another two hundred seriously wounded, having lost their combat power. Fortunately, Xiao Chen had prepared plentifully for this campaign, bringing sufficient healing medicine, so no lives were at risk.

Right now, Xiao Chen was sitting under a massive ancient tree, a golden pony was loyally crouched behind him, its eyes half closed, appearing to nap. The five conquest elders and six thousand centurions sat in a circle nearby.

"Chief, this time we slaughtered the remnants of the Blood Clan. According to the news relayed by Iron Hall Master, another group of stray warriors from the Evil Spirits Tribe is still thousands of miles away. How about we strike again, just like this time, and catch them off guard!"

Shi Ya’s voice echoed coarsely. Although his strength was now among the top five in the Gu Yuan Tribe, he still showed the same reverence to Xiao Chen as he used to.

"Chief, Elder Shi Ya is right. According to the scouts’ analysis, except for this Blood Clan and that Evil Spirits Tribe, the other two groups of scattered foreign warriors have now joined forces. These foreign strays are no match for our Gu Yuan warriors separately. We should go for another long-range raid and completely eliminate one of them!"

"What you said is reasonable, but we must consider time as well. This time the entire elite warriors of our tribe led by me traveled far into the Great Wasteland, all for one purpose—utterly annihilating these remnants of the foreign tribes outside our territory. So our tribe, the elderly to the young, no longer feel threatened. While the scouts under Iron Hall Master have not relayed messages back, we do not know the specifics of how the additional two groups of foreign scattered warriors are acting. If we move rashly and one of them slips through, escaping or invading the tribe, wouldn’t our plan for complete extermination fail!"

Xiao Chen led the tribe’s warriors thousands of miles away for one success—wiping out all the foreigners at once, clearing obstacles for the development of the Gu Yuan Tribe in the following years. Since he succeeded as the tribal chief, the tribe frequently launched wars, rarely having the chance for recovery. Even if it wasn’t once and for all this time, he was determined to build a reputation for the Gu Yuan Tribe.

At this moment, from the savage wilderness forest outside the valley, rustling leaves echoed out, and a figure revealed itself in an instant.

"Iron Hall Master is back!"

The tribe’s Dark Hall Master, a warrior of the Blood Refining Realm, Iron Wen, known by the soldiers guarding the valley entrance, saluted upon seeing the figure.

Without stopping, the figure darted towards the deeper part of the valley as if riding the wind, arriving in front of Xiao Chen and the rest.

"Chieftain!"

"You’re injured!"

"Iron Hall Master!"

On seeing the ragged state of Iron Wen, with his tattered battle robe stained with dried blood, there was a collective gasp of shock from the crowd.