Chapter 8: The Allied Forces

  A flash of light flickered before his eyes, and involuntarily, he rolled backwards in a somersault for eighteen times, dodging behind the arrow tower.

  "Hiss", a muffled sound, a four-foot-five-inch-long, thumb-thick, needle-sharp thorn flew past Wuchai's body and deeply embedded itself in the ground seven or eight zhangs away. As the thorn flew by, Wuchai caught a whiff of a faintly sweet and fishy smell, indicating that the thorn was highly toxic.

  Just then, two sturdy men in the group of villagers were too late to dodge and were also shot with the same thorns into their bodies. In just two or three breaths, the two sturdy men suddenly turned black and fell to the ground. Their bodies convulsed rapidly, and the two men, who were over two meters tall, quickly shrunk to the size of ordinary small children. Polluted blood spurted out from their seven orifices, soon staining a large area of the ground.

  Don't look at it and get goosebumps, this thorn's toxicity is quite overbearing.

  On the other side of the river, at least 700 or 800 savages emerged with a loud "ah" cry. They held strong bows wrapped in tree vines and continuously shot out thorns one after another. With a whistling sound, wave after wave of thorn rain fell like raindrops, beating the villagers near the suspension bridge into a state of panic.

  There were about thirty wild men with the fastest legs, but it was only a matter of two or three waves of spear thrusts. They had already rushed straight over the floating bridge and almost reached the edge of the suspension bridge.

  The old man of the tribe who had just spoken suddenly raised his staff, his left hand's five fingers curled and uncurled in a strange gesture as he pinched an ancient seal. He took a sudden deep breath, and the old man's chest, which was previously sunken, suddenly puffed out. His voice boomed loudly as he let out a mighty roar, and his fingers suddenly contracted and relaxed.

  A strong gust of wind suddenly rose in the flat ground, covering an area of dozens of square meters.

  A wave of sharp arrows just fell from the sky, and the strong wind rolled up the arrows and shot them at those barbarians who were about to rush onto the suspension bridge. More than 30 barbarians were so scared that their souls flew out of their bodies, they dropped their strong bows and jumped into the river with all their might. A few barbarians jumped a bit slower, the arrows deeply entered their bodies, in just a blink of an eye, they also died with their whole body turning black.

  Don't beg for mercy, staring dead at the old man. This trick is also introduced in "Thief's Scripture", which is a variant of the wind-calling technique among the most basic and superficial five-element spells, specifically the wood-type spell. The old man's cultivation was not high, and the rolled-up gusts only covered an area of about ten or so square meters.

  A brilliant wind-calling technique, once performed, can change the climate of a vast area. However, this is something that the elderly leader of this small village in the wilderness cannot do.

  A shrill whistling sound came from the top of the head, and the villagers on several arrow towers had already pulled open strong bows and crossbows, shooting dozens of arrows down with a strange whistle. Those wild men who jumped into the river had just exposed their heads from the water, when the strong arrows hit their bodies one after another, shooting them dead in the water.

  The savage chieftain on the other side of the river, surrounded by a halo of black smoke, let out an angry howl. He raised his hands and shouted in a strange manner, his body twisting and turning as he danced, and from the mouth of the green skull in the black smoke, another green fireball shot out.

  The village elder shouted, and the villagers on the suspension bridge scattered. The villagers on duty at the arrow tower used all their strength to pull up the rope, about to withdraw the suspension bridge. But that fireball flew straight towards the arrow tower where the rope was hanging. A loud explosion, the green fireball burst open, half of the arrow tower was blown to pieces, several villagers on the arrow tower were blown to pieces, and the suspension bridge crashed down heavily.

  The barbarians let out excited shouts, dropped their strong bows, and drew out large knives and broad swords from behind them, shouting "Kill!" as they charged over the floating bridge.

  The leader of the savages let out a triumphant roar, and another large group of savages burst out of the dense forest behind him. This wave of savages numbered around a thousand, also armed with various weapons, cheering and rushing towards the village head.

  The urgent footsteps sounded from behind, the young and strong men in the village heard the warning horn, and they rushed to the village head with their weapons. The villagers of Meng Village were numerous and prosperous, and the organized young and strong men had about 1,300-1,400 people, all of whom were robust and sturdy good men.

  The puppy unexpectedly pulled out two long swords from somewhere and casually handed one over to Wu Qi.

  "Don't beg for mercy, be careful yourself. Damn it, the Qifu and Huazu tribes have joined forces! Huh, otherwise they wouldn't dare to mess with our Meng Village!"

  Wu Qi involuntarily took over the long sword, and his wrist sank instantly. He glared at the dog thing with a wry smile in his heart.

  This sword is five feet long, as wide as a normal person's palm, and the thickest part of the blade is as thick as one inch three. The weight is nearly 100 pounds. For Mengcun's group of sturdy men, it was just right for them to wield this sword with their strength and physique to exert its strongest killing power. However, for Mochi, this sword was too heavy, too long, and too large, he could almost use this sword as a shield!

  He let out a wry laugh and casually stuck his sword into the ground, then looked around and pulled up a thorn that had been shot out by a barbarian from the earth.

  This thorn is as thick as a small finger, four or five feet long, and weighs no more than two pounds. It's extremely hard. Don't underestimate it just because it's light; its hardness is comparable to ordinary wrought iron. This thing is quite suitable for you, and what's more, it comes with deadly poison, its lethality is not inferior to that giant sword.

  The puppy looked at Wu Qi in shock and shook its head disapprovingly.

  "Alas, don't be so arrogant, brother! In our Meng Village, you can't even find a woman to marry!"

  The puppy's words were not malicious, but purely good-natured teasing. However, the beggar's face suddenly turned red. He glanced at the giant sword stuck in the ground and shook his head again. This thing, he really couldn't use it. Although he had inherited the "Thieving Scripture", he hadn't had time to properly cultivate it, and he wasn't about to transform into a superhero!

  He took a deep breath, and with the spear in hand, stood beside the dog. The spear was held firmly in his hand, emitting a faint chill that spread out in all directions. He slowly poured the Pre-Heaven True Water Spirit Ring into the spear, and the tip of the spear actually had a layer of faint water light on it.

  Another dense footsteps sounded, and more than a thousand female villagers holding strong bows and hard crossbows rushed out of the village in big strides. They occupied the high places behind the arrow tower, either on the roof, or on the rocks, or on the treetops, and shot arrows one after another.

  The mournful cries continued to rise, and the wild men who came like a pack of mad beasts fell down in dozens. Thumb-thick arrows deeply penetrated their bodies, protruding from the other side, but not a single drop of blood splattered out.

  The savage who was shot by the arrow let out a miserable howl, his body convulsed violently for a moment before suddenly stiffening and dying. Like the savages, the arrows of the Meng Village were also dipped in deadly poison, anyone who was hit by an arrow would be doomed, even if they weren't injured fatally.

  The savage leader standing on the opposite bank of the river let out a frantic howl, his eyes bulging with rage as he began to twist and turn his waist. Suddenly, two streams of fresh blood spurted from his nostrils. The dark energy swirling around him churned violently, and the gruesome green skull within it emitted a mournful wail like a pack of wolves. Abruptly, its mouth opened wide, and three fist-sized balls of green fire shot out in rapid succession.

  Several old men shouted loudly and the villagers standing near the suspension bridge hastily retreated backwards.

  Three green fireballs whizzed over the river, heavily crashing near the suspension bridge. Three loud explosions came, and the ground at the bridgehead was blasted into three large craters with diameters of several feet. Large pieces of green flames splashed and spouted, making it impossible to stand for dozens of meters.

  The villagers who retreated hastily in the rear disrupted the ranks of those village women, causing their rate of shooting arrows to drop sharply.

  In that instant, dozens of the tallest and most ferocious-looking savages had already pounced onto the suspension bridge. They pulled out small axes inserted into their waistbands and hurled them at the villagers while shrieking.

  "Shield!" an old tribesman bellowed.

  Dozens of large shields made from multiple layers of animal hide were erected upright, firmly blocking the villagers' path.

  Each of these savages carried twelve hand axes, hundreds of hand axes came with a crashing sound and hit the large shield heavily.

  Dozens of villagers holding large shields were knocked back by the massive force of the axe, several people spat out blood but still stood upright, firmly propping up their shields. Mo Qi saw that the veins on their arms bulged, their palms and tiger mouths were cracked, and blood flowed down the big shield.

  The puppy used its elbow to nudge Mo Qi, who growled in a low voice: "Mo Qi brother, don't get distracted. These barbarians dare to attack our village, they might not have any sinister intentions. If we're not careful, someone will die!"

  Before his words had fallen, a dozen or so hand axes had already passed through the gaps between the large shields and crashed into the villagers' ranks.

  A miserable howl rose, and more than a dozen sturdy men from Meng Village were struck by the hatchet and flew into the air, with large mouthfuls of blood spraying out of their mouths. One of them was hit right in the chest by the hatchet, his entire chest caved in, and several ribs protruded from his back.

  The puppy cried out loudly: "Oh no! Uncle Meng has passed away!"

  The villagers were effectively killed by the axes in hand, and the savages burst into cheers.

  An old man of the tribe suddenly shouted, and the sparse arrows that had just fallen suddenly became dense again. More than a thousand strong village women shot arrows in unison, and the arrow rain sealed off the suspension bridge head tightly. Those dozens of wild men who had thrown out their hatchets cried out in horror, at least half of them were shot like sieves.

  The suspension bridge was only about 15 feet wide, and the bridge surface behind it was already crowded with fellow tribesmen. The dozen or so tribesmen at the front saw that they couldn't avoid the hail of arrows, so they could only follow the first wave of tribesmen who had charged onto the bridge surface and jumped off, gritting their teeth.

  Only the sound of wailing continued to rise, several ferocious river fish resembling crocodiles but with a sharp horn-like protrusion on their heads suddenly emerged from underwater. The teeth of these river fish were extremely sharp, and they opened their large mouths to frantically pounce on those savages, biting off their arms and legs, causing blood to rapidly spread throughout the river water.

  The water in the nearby river churned up, and a large number of ferocious fish rushed over quickly, opening their big mouths to charge at those fallen wild men.

  The arrows kept falling down, and the savage on the suspension bridge could neither advance nor retreat, his situation was awkward to the extreme.

  The old patriarch of the tribe who had used the Wind Summoning Technique let out a sigh of relief and laughed loudly, "These barbarians are coming to seek their own deaths again. They come to our village every year to cause trouble three or five times, each time suffering a crushing defeat, this is like giving us a reward!"

  The villagers burst out laughing and delightedly appreciated the wonderful scene of the arrow rain constantly killing the savages.

  Just as all the villagers' attention was drawn to the wild man on the floating bridge, the sky suddenly darkened.

  With a sudden lift of his head, he saw nearly a hundred giant eagles with wingspans of over 15 meters swooping down from the sky.

  With a shrill whistling sound, hundreds of short-statured savages, wearing feather-made shirts and with multicolored embroidery patterns on their exposed skin, jumped down from the back of the eagle, holding long spears.

  These savages directly descended into the villagers' ranks, with spears in hand, fiercely and unscrupulously stabbing at the crowd.

  In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred villagers were stabbed by long spears and fell to the ground in blood.

  Those big eagles dived straight at the village women standing high and shooting arrows, their huge claws swooping down, grabbing a few village women and flying high into the sky, circling continuously in mid-air.

  The villagers' procession suddenly fell into chaos, and the flying arrows abruptly stopped.

  The puppy's long sword suddenly fell to the ground, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Damn it, how could the Bird Barbarian also join forces with them?"

  Before he could finish speaking, a long spear had already shot out like a poisonous snake, making a "hissing" sound as it pierced the dog's heart.

  When the puppy saw this long spear, he was already powerless to dodge.