Chapter 230 - Night slaughter (2/2)

In the evening, there were eight warriors with Shao Xuan in a room, including Keke and Tuo. Everyone knew each other.

Night was drawing on. Fires were not burning around the Drumming tribe. People of the Flaming Horns tribe also went to rest early. There was no fire light all around, only the moonlight shining.

At midnight, Keke was awakened by the need to relieve himself. He got up and went peeing outside in a daze.

Not long after Keke went out, an imperceptible buzz rang up.

Shao Xuan abruptly opened his eyes, carefully identifying the rough direction of the thread. He took out the skinned whistle and made slight sounds like chirps of the insects at night.

Keke, who was dazed and walking from the residence to the forest, paused for a moment. After yawning, he moved on forward, putting his hand on the sword handle on the waist.

It’s a habit of hunting. On the outside, no matter where he was or what he was up to, he always held a sword in hand.

Coming to this strange tribe for the first time, he had to take precautions.

Everyone dressed up on the first day and then changed back to daily clothes the day after, which were convenient for work.

At this moment, most of the Flaming Horns tribe wore clothes made of animal skin without sleeves. Keke’s strong arms were exposed, the muscles were as hard as stones while the veins were popping out. His robust figure looked like a tough wall, a bit like the people of the Drumming tribe at first sight.

Rustle. Rustle.

Keke walked deep into the forest step by step.

While walking, Keke suddenly stimulated the totem power in his body to the maximum, the momentum around him instantly rising up. Flame-shaped patterns on his uncovered arms were appearing clearly.

He stamped violently on the ground, mud and grass splashing up. His figure, like a bullet shooting out, dashed towards one direction.

Am I exposed!?

The man in the bushes didn’t understand why he, a person good at hiding, would be found so quickly.

When did people of the Drumming tribe become so perceptive?

The man hiding in the bushes never thought that the guy looking so sleepy would launch an attack suddenly and dash directly at him, at such a fast speed that he didn’t even have time to react at all.

Actually this way of attacking was what people of the Drumming tribe would do: they would burst out instantly and hold on to the prey tightly.

The man in the bushes also moved quickly, in his haste stepping back several meters. His movement was not that fierce as that of Keke, but was very fast, his body going to the left or the right. The next moment he would abruptly run in another direction like a lightening, which totally looked like a ghost at night, drifting from place to place.

He originally thought that after avoiding the first outbreak, he would have gotten rid of the tight pursuit. But soon, he found that it didn’t work at all!

The figure like a wall followed him tightly all the way, who moved more flexibly at a speed not even slower than his!

How could it be possible?!

Horror swelled up his heart while he was dodging.

Isn’t it said that in face of people of the Drumming tribe, you can get rid of their tight chase as long as you avoid the first explosive attack?

Then what’s this now?!

The two were getting closer, the night wind piercing like knives, a cold mixed with heavy bloodlust.

The man could only feel a strong wind striking him, his keen nose smelling ferocious blood, not like human blood, but like something more dangerous.

Despair flashed in his eyes. He could feel a chill all over his body and his feet were like being frozen, making his movement lagging for a moment. He could hear his heart beating like thunder drums.

Somewhere in the forest where the trees were sparse, the moonlight fell and Keke’s face became clear.

Seeing Keke’s face, the man narrowed the pupils in his eyes.

No!

No way!

He is not a member of the Drumming tribe!

Who the hell is that?!