397 Undead Battle Kings (2/2)
”What happened at the Blackwind Tribe?”
A person interjected abruptly.
Ironfist was immediately startled and turned his head forcefully in the direction of the source, albeit slowly.
Chief Baskara walked out from behind a small rocky hill. Further back behind the rocky hill, another 5000 strong warriors were closing in quickly as the rumbles of their footsteps were soon heard.
”You are…?”
Ironfist asked with a dubious expression. He had yet to see the army, but he could hear the heavy footsteps gradually getting louder. As such, when he glanced at Chief Baskara's imposing stature, he guessed that this was someone important.
”It does not matter who I am. What matters is who you are, and what were you talking about regarding the Blackwind Tribe.” Said Chief Baskara imposingly, demanding an answer to his question.
”If we tell you, would you take us away from here and allow us to join your tribe?” The other Extremity-ranked Great Warrior asked.
Chief Baskara flashed the person a glanced and domineeringly said, ”You do not have the right to negotiate.”
Even without them speaking, Chief Baskara could already guess that the three people sprawled on the ground are part of the so-called vagabond group headed to Blackwind Tribe.
He was curious what could have happened to their group that three Extremity-rank Great Warriors would look so pathetically like this.
”We are from the Great Ironhawk Tribe that lies in the central region to the north. I hope you can bring us far from here. The further, the better. The longer we stay here, the more dangerous it will be for everyone.” Ironfist helplessly said.
Chief Baskara furrowed his brows and said in a deep tone, ”You still have not finished answering my question. What happened in the Blackwind Tribe that the three of you would end in such states?”
”There were two Greater Demon Liches. However, their threat is nothing compared to the two Undead Battle Kings they revived from the catacombs.” Ironfist answered with a bitter look.
Chief Baskara's expression slightly stifled before his gaze became considerably serious and repeated for confirmation, ”Undead Battle Kings?”
The 5000 warriors following Chief Baskara shortly arrived. When they overheard his words, they immediately jumped with fright.
”What? Did you just say Undead Battle Kings?” Asked a warrior abruptly.
When Chief Baskara glanced over with his serious gaze, the warrior was quickly startled and apologized, ”Sorry for the abruptness, chief. But I heard there were Undead Battle Kings?”
”You didn't hear wrong.”
Chief Baskara's brows furrowed and redirected his gaze onto Ironfist before asking, ”Are you sure there were Undead Battle Kings?”
”Definitely! What else can destroy our 3000-strong army so effortlessly while we can only be killed helplessly one after the other? If the Liches did not make the Undead Battle Kings play around, none of us would have made it out alive at all.”
Ironfist sighed.
It was truly a desperate moment for them.
Chief Baskara quickly made a decision and said to the warrior beside him, ”Inform everyone that we will be returning to the tribe. Also, get someone to carry these three men back with us.”
”Chief, are we really going to believe the words of these people? What if it is a delay tactic to scare us aware while their people escape with the loots they took from the Blackwind Tribe?” Asked the warrior.
”Naturally, I do not believe them, but I will also not risk the lives of 5000 tribesmen for such a reason. Although Undead Battle Kings are not as strong as when they were alive, they are still powerful Greater Demons that is not far from the Archdemon level.”
Chief Baskara shortly called, ”Is Swiftwind here?”
”You asked for me, chief?” Swiftwind stepped forward and answered.
”You are amongst the quickest of the Great Warriors I know. Are you willing to make a trip to the Blackwind Tribe and scout the area for me? This is not an order but a request. I know this will be a perilous mission if what these people said is true. However, I still need someone to confirm, lest we be fooled by our enemies. Will you do it?” Chief Baskara asked.
Swiftwind silently mulled over the chief's words before he quickly made an important decision and firmly nodded, ”I will do it!”
Chief Baskara nodded with a gratified look, ”Thank you, Swiftwind!”
After speaking a few more words to Swiftwind, Chief Baskara passed a voice transmission tool to him before watching him departed from the group.
Sometime later, he glanced at the rest and said, ”Let us return!”