347 Blackwind Falls (1/2)
”Aiya, I wish I was also lucky enough to find a Dark Wyvern Egg and raise a Dark Wyvern to become my life companion as well.” A Great Warrior said enviously.
”Hahaha, keep dreaming! If you really want one, you should just visit the Dark Wyvern Nest and steal one.” Another one laughed.
”Ptui! You really want to see me gone, huh? Who doesn't know the strength of adult Dark Wyverns? Going there is simply suicide! What I meant is to be lucky enough to find a random Dark Wyvern Egg like Big Brother Goldeneye!” The Great Warrior spat.
”Honestly, I'd be happy having any flying mount at all. Alas, demonic beasts are too difficult to tame with their high aggressiveness and low intelligence. Only demonic beasts like the sub-species of True Dragons, Dark Wyverns are relatively easier to tame if raised since birth.”
”That's for sure. Adult Dark Wyverns are simply too prideful to be tamed.” The vice-leader of the group shook his head before he said, ”Alright, that's enough chit-chatter. Let us pick up the pace. We still need to save our allies.”
”As if you care about that, vice-leader. You just don't want to fall behind after seeing how much stronger the others have grown from the battle with the Bone Army.” A Mid-rank Great Warrior smirked.
”No need to call me out like that.” The vice-leader smiled.
…
The Blackwind Tribe was not inferior to the Darkmoon Tribe. They had their own Shamans and defensive formations to prevent their Blackwind City from being overrun, but despite that, the situation could be described with one word, tragic.
Since the start of the Bone Calamity, they had lost more than 70% of their fighting force. 50% of those losses happened in the last few hours after their first line of defensive formation was torn down.
The total death count equated to more than half of their tribe's population and continues to climb ever higher with time.
In addition to the losses they sustained throughout the battle, they had also wiped out 90% of the 2.1 million-strong Bone Army.
Looking at the statistics, it seems like it would be a pyrrhic win, but that is actually far from the truth.
Even if the remaining 8 thousand people fought with everything they have, they were still up against 210 thousand Bone Demons. Among these 210 thousand Bone Demons were also several hundreds of Behemoth-class Bone Demons.
It was just a matter of time before they face annihilation.
”Where are the reinforcements?! It has been many hours since we sent the first distress signal! Our defensive line has already been breached! At this rate, we are all going to die!” A Blackwind Tribe's Great Warrior said with agitation.
”They are most likely too busy fighting their own battles! It'd be a miracle for help to come this soon!” Another Blackwind Tribe Great Warrior spoke.
The Great Warrior continued to fend off the onslaught of Bone Demons desperately like everyone else, but the flames of hope in his eyes had already died out.
Death Energy has corroded his body through his numerous wounds, as blackened spots could be seen in various places. His blood has turned black, and his body exuded a pungent smell of death.
Even if the Blackwind Tribe manages to repel the Bone Army, he would still die, nonetheless. No one was more familiar with the Great Warrior's condition than himself.
Despite knowing death was inevitable, he did not give up on fighting. On the contrary, he fought even harder. The more Bone Demons he eliminates, the higher the abysmal chance of his tribe's survival.
”Chief, we won't be able to last much longer! Our city wall has been broken, and our defensive formations have been rendered useless! What should we do?! The Bone Demons are getting too strong!” A Great Warrior cried on another part of the battlefield.
As the Tribe Chief of Blackwind Tribe, Blackarrow was naturally aware of the dire straits they were in despite being tied down by many Bone Kings.
”Razorleaf, go back and gather all the remaining survivors towards the North Gate! Help will not be coming! If we want to live, we must cut open a path and flee to the north! Go! Leave this place to me!”
Blackarrow continued to fend off the Bone Demons with a Bone Saber he was not accustomed to.
Chief Blackarrow was another Battle Master, but unlike Chief Valencia of the Darkmoon Tribe, he was a rare bow-user with incredible firepower.
With his Tier 5 Dominator's Bow, Blackarrow had sniped down many Bone Kings and other Behemoth-class Bone Demons that had arisen in the past few hours.
Nevertheless, bow-users had a very extreme limitation, their ammunition. After fighting for so long, Blackarrow had long run out of arrows to fire, which was also around the time the distress signal was sent.
”Are we abandoning the tribe, Chief?! What about you?! You are not used to using saber-type Soul Weapons, Chief! How will you be fine without me here to assist you?!” Razorleaf questioned.
”We are not abandoning the tribe! The Blackwind Tribe is its people, not the city! The city can be rebuilt, but people cannot be revived! Understand? Don't worry about me and go! Someone needs to cover the rear, and that person can only be me!”
”But how can we go without—”