333 Disguising Himself (1/2)
”Chief Valencia! We cannot continue fighting like this! We are taking too many casualties! At this rate, we will be wiped out!” Great Warrior Scarface shouted with dripping sweat and numerous wounds on his body.
He was not the only person like this. In fact, the other 15 thousand warriors on the battlefield were all like this. Despite having a population of 20 thousand people, not all of them were able to fight.
Among the 5 thousand people who stayed behind in the city were elderlies too old to fight, pregnant women, and children below 13.
”You speak too seriously, Scarface! We have only lost about 200 people. We can still fight! It's too early to retreat! Look around you, we are winning!” Another Great Warrior's voice rippled across the noisy battlefield.
”Only 200! That's 200 of our brothers and sisters you are talking about, you hotheaded fool! How many more must we sacrifice for this Bone Calamity?! Don't forget that the Bone Calamity cannot be ended in a single day!”
After several hours of battle, they had managed to slay 300,000 undead from the 1 million-strong Bone Army. However, the remaining 700,000 undead became even more troublesome than when they numbered 1 million.
”Hmph! Where is your valor and spirit, Scarface?! Don't be such a big wuss. Our fallen brothers and sisters had fought valiantly to the end. As a Great Warrior, aren't you ashamed for wanting to retreat behind our walls when their bodies are still lying on the battlefield?!”
”There's a difference between bravery and foolishness! Our stamina and injuries will not let us keep up the offense for long! Defending is the only way! Don't forget that the more of them we kill, the stronger the remaining ones become!” Great Warrior Scarface barked with a deep frown.
He was one of the most ferocious-looking warriors due to the big scar that runs across his face. His bravery did not lose out to anyone. How dare the person accused him of being a coward?! He was simply more level-headed and saw the bigger picture!
What he spoke about was the most significant problem of the Bone Calamity. It would not be called a Bone Calamity without it.
When these undead beings are killed, they revive with weaker strength. But once they are no longer able to revive, their remaining bones are absorbed by the other undead. As a result of this, the undead becomes bigger, stronger, and tougher to kill.
”How do you plan to fight when these wretched things when we become exhausted while they grow to the size of behemoths?!”
Once this question was raised, the other Great Warrior did not know how to answer it.
Great Warrior Scarface immediately followed up, ”Nothing to say, huh?! If you have nothing to say, then shut up for me! I am trying to reach Chief Valencia!”
From time to time, the tribesmen would see dozens to hundreds of Bone Soldiers and Bone Knights swept up in the battle between her and the other Bone Kings.
A total of 10 Bone Kings had led their armies to attack the Darkmoon Tribe.
While Chief Valencia held her ground against 7 Bone Kings, some of the stronger Great Warriors were also keeping the other 3 Bone Kings at bay and stopping them from wreaking havoc amongst their tribesmen.
Their tribe had hundreds of Great Warriors, but only a few were able to put up a fight against the Bone Kings. This was also a testimony of how powerful their Tribal Chief was!
Chief Valencia's strength had long exceeded the ranks of Great Warriors! She was a Battle Master, someone who was on par with likes of Rank 2 Transcendent beasts!
”Pitiful human, cease your useless struggle and embrace death! Death is not the end of the road for someone of your caliber! You have the right to join our ranks amongst the undead!” One of the Bone King snarled.
”You wish to recruit me? And the prerequisite for that is that I must die first? Hah! How ludicrous! I will never join you wretched things that are neither dead nor alive!” Chief Valencia spoke with unwavering determination and grandeur.
Although they talked, their bodies never stopped moving as they continued to dish out attacks one after the other.
To someone people, they would have thought that it was a great loss that a fine woman like Chief Valencia was riddled with bulging muscles and scars. Someone like her would have been a great beauty had she live in a different environment.
Unfortunately, she was born and raised a warrior on these harsh lands.
Chief Valencia did not find it a shame that she was riddled with scars and even looked at them with pride. Each scar contained her history and achievement on the battlefield.
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Some distance away, a small group of six humans finally made their way back to the Darkmoon Tribe. They hid at a relatively safe distance and quietly observed the battle taking place outside their Darkmoon City.
”I think I can also see the Chief fighting 7 Bone Kings in the depths of the Bone Army!” Soft Bone stated with her clenched fist tightening. As a fellow woman, she naturally looked up to Chief Valencia, the object of her idolization.
Everyone was already fighting. They should also be doing something as well since they were already here.
”What are your orders, Big Brother?” Big Bone asked the group leader, but his gaze was fixed on the battlefield ahead with burning intent.
The group leader observed the situation for some time before speaking seriously, ”We will naturally be joining the fight!”