Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1459 - 1452: Invasion in the Night

Chapter 1459: Chapter 1452: Invasion in the Night

It’s precisely because of this that Cheng Ziang noticed the long and slender swords strapped to the waists of the Ghost Race guards — presumably due to the scarcity of iron, they had no choice but to fashion their swords this way.

Of course, not all Ghost Race guards possessed these thin swords. Other guards also had long, bar-shaped weapons on their waists, which were relatively wider compared to the thin swords. On the surface, one could only discern that they were a kind of one-handed weapon, but it was unclear exactly what kind, since they were sheathed.

In addition to spears, the Ghost Race’s long weapons also included a very amateur-looking weapon — the curved long blade. The curvature here refers to the blade bending towards the edge, essentially a kind of long pole with a machete.

It’s said that this kind of long pole machete is not only common in the Ghost Race’s army, but also widespread among the civilians, and can be considered a combination of a tool for production and a weapon for war.

While everyone was immersed in the joy of the evening festivities, suddenly, a very shrill whistle emanated from the woods. Upon hearing this whistle, all the Ghost Race people who were singing and dancing stopped abruptly, then scattered to look for something.

At the same time, the Ghost Race guards sprang into action. They ignited torches and placed them in every corner of the village, loaded their crossbows, and the guards carrying spears and curved long blades lowered their points, facing the direction the whistle came from.

In an instant, the village was filled with the hubbub of the Ghost Race language, voices rising and falling, one after another, as if they had encountered some kind of serious situation.

"What’s going on?" Baiyue, noticing something was amiss, closed her notebook and asked as she looked up.

"There’s a disturbance in the woods." Feng replied crisply, transferring his fish oil lamp to his other hand, and then drawing the long knife from his back with the opposite hand.

"Didn’t Zisu say this place was absolutely safe?" Cheng Ziang commented, somewhat speechlessly.

"There are always exceptions. After all, Miss Zisu is of the Demon Clan, not the Ghost Race; naturally, she isn’t as familiar with Aximiya Island as the Ghost Race," Baiyue said as she put away her notebook and began checking her Origin Submachine Gun.

In no time at all, the Ghost Race villagers who had been gathering around the bonfire once again rallied, but this time, they each held a curved long blade in their hands, forming a somewhat loose formation facing the woods where the whistle had originated from.

"Holy crap, the whole populace is armed..." Seeing this scene, Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but comment.

He saw that the formation included not only mature adults but also the elderly and youths. Moreover, both men and women were present, with women also joining the combat ranks.

What surprised Cheng Ziang even more was that these women on the battlefield had clearly changed their masks. They had swapped their comparatively gentle bird and beast masks for ferocious ones. It seemed that, just as Zisu had said, the expressions on the masks represented their current mood.

The Ghost Race people were noisy and clamorous; because their language consisted of short syllables glued together, it sounded particularly cumbersome, and when spoken rapidly, it resembled garbled shouting.

Seeing his companions preparing their weapons, Cheng Ziang naturally didn’t want to be the odd one out, so he took the Origin Submachine Gun from his shoulder.

His experiences in the East Continent had led him to always overestimate the strength of his enemies, choosing the highest possible level of military response when the nature of the adversary was unknown.

A Ghost Race guard rushed up to them, pointing in a direction and babbling excitedly. But how could these three strangers, who had just arrived, possibly understand the language of the Ghost Race? They could only look at each other, seemingly at a loss.

Just as they were hesitating, a piercing scream rang out from the woods. Upon hearing this sound, all the Ghost Race people boiled over, and the original babbling noise turned into angry roars.

This seemed to be a way for the Ghost Race to motivate themselves before going into battle – through roaring to boost their own morale and intimidate the enemy, although there was no telling if their throats could withstand it.

Hearing the agonizing scream of their comrade, the guard who had previously been admonishing the three turned away, no longer paying attention to them, and raised his crossbow in his hands.

In a short while, amid the collective roaring of the Ghost Race, dozens of burly shadows sprang from the woods and charged straight towards the formation of the Ghost Race. Seeing the shadows attack, the well-prepared Ghost Race guards quickly pulled the triggers, and the crossbows shot out powerful arrows, with three shadows screaming and stumbling to the ground.

Seeing the shadows approaching, the arrayed Ghost Race people showed no fear. Instead, they surged forward to meet them, brandishing their weapons against these dozens of black shadows.

"What on earth are these?" Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but widen his eyes and ask.

"They are humans, but not Cultivators..." Feng’s gaze was incredibly sharp, as she quickly discerned the truth and then reported back to him.

"Are there such burly individuals in the Ghost Race?" Cheng Ziang asked in surprise.

He noticed that these dozens of shadows were generally over two meters tall and extremely robust, forming a stark contrast with the formation of the Ghost Race villagers.

Facing the collective roars from the Ghost Race people, these dozens of black shadows let out their own enormous roars. Unlike that of the Ghost Race, their voices were lower and rougher, sounding like the roars of wild beasts, instantly sending shivers down one’s spine.

Amid the roars of both sides, these dozens of shadows charged directly into the Ghost Race’s formation without hesitation, scattering them effortlessly. Only when they slightly paused did Cheng Ziang get a clear view of their true appearances.

Just as Feng had said, these shadows were indeed human, but their physique and facial features were very rugged. Their bodies were covered with black hair, only wearing skirts around their waists, bare-armored, with a circle of feathers hanging around their necks, their purpose unknown.

Unlike the Ghost Race, these people had no masks, their hair messy, and they looked like savages. Cheng Ziang also saw that these people had long manes on their backs, resembling huge wild boars.

If comparisons must be made, they somewhat resembled the Beastmen of the Western Continent. However, unlike the Beastmen, their facial features, though rugged, were still human-like and not as grotesquely misshapen.

These people were not savages, as could be seen from their weapons. These dozens of sturdy men all wore grass skirts, with simple wooden shields in their left hands and weapons in their rights.

Their weapons were also diverse, not just primitive ones. The weapons of these robust men were mainly long polearms, but mostly simple spears made by sharpening and charring long wooden poles.

The weapons of the few who led the group were quite unique, consisting of large, straight, and squared-off cleavers. The surface of the cleavers was black and did not reflect the typical luster of metal, causing one to doubt the material of these weapons.

The squared-off cleavers did not have sharp tips and could undoubtedly only be used for slashing. Although they appeared quite heavy, in the hands of these robust men, they seemed notably agile.

The Ghost Race individuals, whose formation had been scattered, showed no sign of panic. Those who were not knocked down quickly raised their weapons to attack the sturdy men, while those who had fallen stood up again, rejoining the battle.

Under the illumination of firelight, the scene was chaotic, with shouts of battle echoing to the sky. The Ghost Race guards in the arrow towers kept shooting at the attackers, but their accuracy was limited, and even if they hit the enemy, it only caused a brief pause.

Cheng Ziang and his party were quite distant from the battlefield, so they were not immediately affected. Feng, wielding a long sword, stood in front of the two, staring intently at the distant fight, clearly ready to strike anyone who dared to approach.

"It feels like tribal conflict; shall we choose not to get involved?" Cheng Ziang looked back at the distant battle and hesitated to ask.

Hearing his words, Baiyue, who was preparing her weapon, paused, stopping her motion and falling into deep thought.

Indeed, if it was internal strife within the Ghost Race, they had no reason to get involved. Having caused enough trouble in the East Continent over the years, neither Luo’er nor Cheng Ziang wanted to provoke more incidents.

The principle of the Advance Team was not to interfere with internal affairs of other countries. However, over the years, they had not only interfered but actively assisted the Demon Clan’s army in driving away the forces of the Dongsheng Empire.

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