sbdcsierra Chapter 471 Counterattack
Chapter 471 Counterattack
In an instant, the once lush and verdant forest was stained with scarlet blood, and a strong, sweet, pungent smell filled the air, turning the entire forest into a battlefield of carnage.
Ever since he heard the male orc say that Zhu Hui was the chieftain of the Boar Tribe, Lang Cang stared intently at Zhu Hui on the ground, as if he were caught up in some kind of emotion, as if he was about to pounce on him and tear him to pieces at any moment.
Lin Baiyan looked up at the male orc beside her, a barely perceptible worry in her eyes.
"Judging from the way he just looked, it seems like the Boar Tribe is in turmoil. This is a golden opportunity that has been handed to us."
Lin Baiyan tilted his head slightly and said to Hu Qiu beside him, "You take the chariots and warriors and go first. Leave a team for us. Lang Cang and I will follow shortly."
Huqiu lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "Yes!"
After they all left, Lang Cang slowly walked up to Zhu Bao, lowered his body, and his eyes were filled with bright red blood vessels. "You are the chieftain of the Bao Zhu tribe?"
Zhu Hui looked up, but exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost, "Wolf Night?!"
"Impossible, Wolf Night is long dead!" Pig Hui shook his head. "He's been dead for ages!"
"Then who are you?" Zhu Hui asked, looking dazed.
At this moment, Lang Cang grabbed Zhu Hui's neck with his large hand, "I am indeed not Lang Ye, but I am his cub."
Lang Cang slowly tightened his grip, as if he were about to snap his neck in the next second. "Who killed my father?!"
Zhu Hui felt the air slowly draining from his body. He struggled to shake off Lang Cang's hand, but no matter how hard he tried, those large hands held his throat tightly. "Giggle, giggle..."
After an unknown amount of time, Lang Cang shoved Zhu Hui to the ground, pulled a dagger from his waist, and almost instantly, Zhu Hui's arm fell to the ground with a thud, accompanied by a violent scream, "Ah—!"
He writhed on the ground, lying on his back, his severed arm lying not far from him. "My hand!"
The boar, who was being held captive by the male beastmen, was so frightened by the bloody scene that his legs trembled and a puddle of water involuntarily oozed from between his legs.
Tiger Peak of the Silver Tiger Clan stood among the crowd, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. "How rude! Drag him away quickly!"
Don't stay here and get in the way of their high priest.
However, although he said that, when he went forward to drag away Zhu Hua, he subconsciously avoided the bloodied and lifeless Zhu Hui.
Their city lord's methods are always so decisive and efficient, though a little unsightly.
"Hehehe, hehe, you're actually a cub of Wolf Night? You actually survived by sheer luck?!"
"Hahaha, so what? Your father is still dead, killed by the Boar Warrior!"
Zhu Hui gripped his severed arm tightly, as if he had gone mad, shouting, "Who killed him? Hahahaha, it was Zhu Suo!"
"Pigs bit through his throat, his flesh was torn to shreds by the warriors of the Wild Boar tribe, and his bones were left in the wild to be devoured by wild beasts. He, along with your mother and father, died!"
With each word he spoke, the killing intent in Lang Cang's eyes intensified. Seeing this, Lin Baiyan pursed her lips slightly, reached out and squeezed her fingertips into Lang Cang's palm, "Promise me, don't let hatred blind you."
Wolf Cang felt the warmth that had squeezed into his hand, and he turned his head sharply to see the heartache deep in the eyes of the sub-beastman.
"Kill them all, kill them all!" Zhu Hui muttered incoherently, his words unintelligible.
"We are all slaves, hahaha! You think you've won? You haven't! We are nothing but the weakest slaves!"
"That lord will surely find out. We'll wait and see. I'll be waiting for you by the Beast God's side! Waiting for you to come back to me dead!"
"Unify the continent! The Shadow God will unify the Orcish continent!"
After saying this, Zhu Hui suddenly lowered his head and fell silent, his eyes still staring intently in Lang Cang's direction, filled with resentment and unwillingness.
Lin Baiyan gestured to the male orc beside him, who stepped forward, put his finger to Zhu Hui's nostrils, and then shook his head at Lin Baiyan, "High Priest, he is dead."
Zhu Hui was already injured and tormented for so many days. He barely made it to the territory of the Wild Pig Tribe, and then he was hit by Lang Cang. It's only natural that he ended up like this.
Lin Baiyan squeezed Lang Cang's fingers tightly, trying to bring him back to his senses. "The most urgent thing is to go and support Hu Qiu and the others."
Lang Cang turned his head to look at Lin Baiyan, his expression unusually calm, his deep blue eyes filled with killing intent. He nodded lightly, "Not just him, I want all the orcs who have laid a hand on my father and mother to die."
The territory of the Boar Tribe is now in chaos. As one of the largest tribes in the south, the Boar Tribe has countless slaves from smaller tribes at their disposal.
These small tribes of orcs, who have long suffered oppression, are now taking advantage of the internal strife to try and turn the tables on the Boar Tribe.
When Huqiu arrived with the Beast City team, the Wild Boar tribe was in complete disarray, with severed limbs and several orcs biting the thigh of a sand boar.
Countless orc figures clung to the body of the sand boar, and judging by the size of their beast forms, most of them were actually sub-orcs.
Squirrels, hares, tabby cats, and deer—these beasts that usually appear harmless—are now like deadly demons, tearing chunks of flesh from the sand boar beastmen with every bite.
The warriors of Beast City were stunned by what they saw.
Tiger Hill was the first to snap out of it. "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and go help!"