It was Su Yue's turn.

"Where are the herbs?"

The Yangxiang Race guarding the gate, a third-rank, looked at Su Yue with disdain.

Losers from the Banner Garrison Camp are doomed to have no dignity.

"None."

As Su Yue finished speaking, he turned around, leaving his back to the whip.

The martial artists in front of him did the same, and Su Yue learned quite naturally.

If he went back to gather herbs now, he might easily arouse suspicion from those with ulterior motives.

Crack!

A crisp sound.

Su Yue was whipped, skin torn and bleeding.

Fortunately, it's just skin injuries, still within bearable range.

Crack!

The second whip struck, and Su Yue let out a painful howl, his face contorted.

Of course, it wasn't unbearable pain.

Su Yue had to act normal; it's rare for someone not to scream after the second whip.

Crack!

After the third whip, although Su Yue could still stand, he staggered and leaned against the wall to barely walk inside.

This was also acting.

Actually, in Su Yue's condition, he could endure 100 lashes with no big issue, although it looked bloody and shocking, they were superficial wounds, not affecting combat.

Thus, at the cost of three lashes, Su Yue easily entered Dianshi City.

The Yangxiang Race were indifferent.

Even the refugees from the Banner Garrison Camp being whipped didn't help each other.

Of course, their refugee camps were together, so they all walked in the same direction.

Su Yue stepped forward and helped up an old Yangxiang Race beaten down.

This person was not young and seemed to know many things; giving him warmth might help extract information.

Precisely because of Yangxiang Race's indifference, Su Yue wanted them to know the value of warmth.

Sure enough.

The Yangxiang Race helped up by Su Yue had tears in his eyes.

"I'm Huangwa, are you also a warrior from our Banner Garrison Camp?"

Huangwa gratefully introduced himself.

His leg hurt, unable to stand; although not life-threatening, crawling on the ground was disgraceful; someone helping him was a great kindness.

Su Yue frowned.

Regarding Huangwa's name, Su Yue randomly translated it from Yangxiang Race's language.

"I'm Huang Dou."

Su Yue nodded, introducing himself.

Yangxiang Race's names seemed related to colors.

Pink Pepper, White Brow, Hei Chen, etc., Dr. Jiu Mao didn't know what color surname it was.

Su Yue didn't know the significance of these surnames and just followed Huangwa's suggestion.

"Indeed, you are a warrior from our Banner Garrison Camp.

"Are you new here? I know most of the warriors, never seen you before."

Huangwa nodded, and asked.

"I just arrived at the Banner Garrison Camp a few days ago and saw the Wuwen Race killing people, I don't know what to do next."

Su Yue said.

Fortunately, he managed to bluff past.

"Yes, those three Wuwen Race are truly terrifying."

Huangwa said.

"They descended from the sky, killing everywhere, one Wuwen Race even used Choice Beast Hide to collect all the heads of the deceased, it's terrifying."

Before Huangwa could continue, Su Yue revealed many details.

This was to make Huangwa completely trust him.

"Brother Huang Dou, you were inside the circle, you saw it clearly. We saw nothing, just the Wuwen Race descending then leaving with Choice Beast Hide."

Huangwa sighed.

"Warrior Huang Dou, do you know the detailed situation of that day?"

At this moment, another Yangxiang Race who just finished being whipped came over.

They were too far from the center that day, everything ended mysteriously, so they were curious.

"Yes, I was close and saw clearly."

Arriving at the refugee camp, Su Yue casually found a place to sit down.

With nothing to do, he began his mouth-escape grand bluffing technique.

Since he personally experienced it, and with a childhood love for novels, adding spice to the stories made him feel quite excited.

Before long.

Around Su Yue, over a hundred wandering Yangxiang Race gathered.

Everyone listened intently, wishing to reward Su Yue with pills to continue his tales through the night.

No one expected the process to be so thrilling.

Though the Camp General died.

But their resistance against the Wuwen Race was a model for the entire Yangxiang Race.

Some Yangxiang Race were moved to tears.

It's a pity the Camp General died.

...

Unknowingly.

Su Yue bragged for several hours, with even some Yangxiang Race rewarding him pills.

These were stronger second-rank martial artists who successfully joined other garrison camps, with no war, wandering the streets.

They happened upon the refugee camp and listened to Su Yue's tales of the Banner Garrison Camp.

Su Yue grew more excited, even creating passionate side stories of generals.

Other six-rank expedition generals were also praised under the template of Long Aotian.

More Yangxiang Race gathered, leaving Su Yue dry-mouthed.

At this moment, he finally understood why De She Yun's comedy shows could be so packed.

He was now a solo comedy show.

Though the Yangxiang Race were fierce, they cherished history, especially stories related to the Banner Garrison Camp, so they were exceptionally concerned.

In a short time, even Su Yue hadn't expected to become a small celebrity in the Banner Garrison Camp.

Henceforth, Su Yue was an absolute legitimate warrior of the garrison camp.

He was authority.

"Uh-oh, the Steel Bone Race envoy is challenging the Tree Banner Garrison Camp again, we better go have a look."

Su Yue was feeling a bit weary from narrating, about to stop.

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