596 Hustling Wind (1/2)

The area in which The Dark Tribe inhabited was the area with the most abundant resources in House of a Hundred Depths; for the past few centuries, it had been the West Mountain King Tribe's territory. The Dark Tribe had occupied that place ever since they wiped out the West Mountain King Tribe.

But the managerial skill of The Dark Tribe was worse than the West Mountain King Tribe. When compared to the past, resources were dwindling and the environment was deteriorating. But no one in The Dark Tribe cared. It was a paradise compared to where they used to live. And since they had slaughtered the West Mountain King Tribe, the different forces from House of a Hundred Depths were extremely fearful of them and didn't dare to offend them. But that peace was finally broken.

Leaders of The Dark Tribe gathered and looked at the report with a long face.

Hazak died! He died in Aguda City!

”It's Zara; she's the sole survivor.” Deschamps solemnly commented. As the head of the five commanders, Deschamps had always been calm and seasoned. He had a square-faced with broad brows, his lips were thick, and his blonde hair was like a blaze of fire.

Wesley whistled lightly in a frivolous manner, ”Hazak was too careless and got killed by a woman. Tut-tut, Zara's figure is really hot and memorable.” His black complexion gave him a seductive charm, which attracted people's attention like a magnet. He was lean and tall, wearing a long windbreaker, he rested his chin upon his hand, always wearing a light smile.

Sol frowned and chided him, ”Wesley, we're talking business.”

Sol didn't have the typical appearance of The Dark Tribe; he had fair skin and a babyface. People who were unfamiliar with him would regard him as a teenager of fifteen or sixteen years old. But in The Dark Tribe, they were terrified of their fourth commander.

Wesley wasn't angry; he laughed and replied, ”Alright, let's talk. Come on, let's go on.”

Deschamps ignored him and continued, ”Mose has suffered heavy losses, and he has been seriously injured. Sword and shield sect were annihilated. Zara has an ace with her. It is said that Zara was able to kill Hazak was largely due to this ace. From our investigation, Zara and this fellow first appeared in Hundred Depths. They massacred the Nine-tails Bandits and are said to have many top-notch weapons with them.”

Deschamps glanced over to Wesley; he was listening attentively with a pair of sparkling eyes. That fellow was a mania for weapons! Sol and Deschamps looked at each other and readily understood each other.

”We've confirmed that they have Golden Ring Woodspear, White Midges Bone, Lotus Leaf Shield, Blood Eyed Dart, Serenity Incense Crown, Painted Graphistemma, Soft Golden Vine, tail feather silk of the Spotted Peacock, and Black Silk Vine!”

Wesley was staring wide-eyed, ”That, that... Where did they get so many good things?”

Deschamps snickered in his heart, but didn't bat an eyelid; he turned to Sol and inquired, ”What do you think?”

Sol murmured, ”Zara alone isn't worthy of our attention. Mose is our greatest enemy. Now that Mose is seriously injured and has suffered heavy losses, this is his weakest time now. Why don't we attack him in the name of revenge for Hazak?”

Wesley applauded and laughed, ”This is a great idea! Hazak died for a good purpose!”

Deschamps was in deep thought. Sol's proposal struck him as well. He sighed in his heart that if Hazark wasn't dead, he would have the most devious ideas. After pondering for a moment, he hesitated and said, ”Shall we ask for Sir's opinion?” As soon as this was said, everyone stopped talking; the silence was deafening.

After a while, Sol smiled bitterly and said, ”Sir has been suppressing his injuries. Who'll be responsible for the unexpected, if he is distracted by this?”

The atmosphere was oppressive. Hedrat led everyone to where they were today and was the spiritual leader of The Dark Tribe. Everyone was agitated and distraught that he wasn't taking part in any decision-making process.

”If we had known, we wouldn't have wiped out the West Mountain King Tribe. We should have left out a few for interrogation purposes. We've been searching for so long, and there isn't even a shadow of Green Mark!” Wesley was frustrated.

Sol coldly replied, ”All we have to do is capture Zara. We'll ask her then.”

When this was said, everyone's spirit was in full swing. Wesley said, ”Three out of the four could go. We still have to keep a guard in our area so that we don't get attacked from our backs.”

Deschamps nodded, ”I'll stay.”

Sol and Wesley didn't have any objections. Among the few of them, Deschamps was the most seasoned and composed. Sol turned to an empty space and asked, ”Yuan Di, what about you?”

”Agree.” An erratic voice sounded in the room, followed by silence.

In the main palace of Aguda City, the tumbling ground fires flickered, illuminating Mose's face. Ground fires from the earth's core were the most common energy source of House of a Hundred Depths and the necessary condition for the formation of a city.

”They have already set out.” Mose's henchman, Sorren, reported. Sorren had been with Mose since he was fifteen years old and was his most trusted aid.

Mose sighed heavily, straightened his waist, and swept away the hesitation on his face. At that moment, he wasn't in his usual self; the fat man who was excessively indulging in alcohol and delicacy. His fierce and ferocious eyes made even a master like Sorren avoid eye contact.

”Go as planned, don't make any mistakes.” Mose murmured, ”This battle determines our success or failure.”

He turned to see the hesitation on Sorren's face and smiled, ”What's wrong? Do you lack confidence?”