"This way..."

Prophet Bai Shuang lowered his voice, "Can it really work?"

After all, this is a lie that I fabricated!

Prophet Bai Shuang couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"Hmm?"

Luo De noticed Bai Shuang's hesitation, and with a smile, questioned: "Do you not believe in the Saint Master?"

"Of course not."

Prophet Bai Shuang quickly followed Luo De's instructions and ordered all the Wildmen to start eating meat.

The Wildmen were even more faithful to the Saint Master than the Prophet, and without hesitation, they grabbed the half pound of meat and began tearing into it.

Before long, all the chunks of meat were in their stomachs.

Tasa was the first to finish.

As he swallowed the last bite, he looked at his limbs incredulously, twisting his body with a look of astonishment.

The next second, he knelt directly on the ground and bowed to Luo De.

"Thank the Saint Master for granting me strength!"

Tasa's voice was full of joy and devotion.

Soon, more and more Wildmen finished eating the roasted meat, and they all turned to kneel before Luo De just like Tasa!

"Thank the Saint Master for granting us strength!"

"Thank the Saint Master for granting us strength!"

...

The first sentence they learned in the common language really came in handy!

Gang Le and Durant had already understood and knew the secret behind it.

And these Wildmen had hardly eaten any meat since arriving at Frost Leaf Town; today was the first time the effect kicked in.

The most surprised was Prophet Bai Shuang.

—— Because this was entirely a lie he had helped Luo De weave!

But seeing the situation before him, could it really be called a lie?

Prophet Bai Shuang couldn't even bother maintaining his image; he hurriedly swallowed all the meat he had.

The next moment, he felt an unprecedented surge of energy filling his entire body, as if he had become ten years younger in an instant!

With a "snap" sound, Prophet Bai Shuang also knelt to the ground, his eyes full of shock and fervor!

It was all true!

Luo De chuckled lightly, gesturing for everyone to rise: "Do you feel my strength?"

Everyone nodded vigorously, their eyes gleaming with fighting spirit.

"Very good,"

Luo De's voice turned icy,

"Everyone prepare, remember this is a real war, do not hold back at all!"

...

...

The shadows of the night shrouded the grass, the humid air lingering with the hum of mosquitoes.

The lookout rubbed his sore eyes, sweat trickling down his forehead, soaking his collar.

The mosquito bites made him suffer greatly, even for a seasoned elite, he cursed internally in frustration.

As a lookout, he had to be cautious even when scratching at the bitten skin.

He carefully brushed aside the damp cold dirt with his hand, his nails filled with black mud.

Just as he was patiently complaining, a rustling sound caught his attention.

He immediately held his breath, ears tilted slightly, concentrating fully on the origin of the sound, but there was no movement anymore.

Suddenly, a chilling breeze unexpectedly surged from behind!

"Oh no!"

The lookout's heart tightened, yet before he could react, a choking sensation gripped his throat fiercely.

A sharp pain shot through his neck, as if something had stabbed in harshly.

He opened his mouth to shout, but the sound got stuck in his throat, his mouth clamped shut by a slender but rough hand.

"Mmm!"

A low groan sounded, and the lookout struggled slightly before falling limp, silent in the grass.

...

...

Aleya sensed that the lookout under her hand had stopped moving, her heartbeat slowly calming.

She gently released her hand, palm sweaty, her breathing so soft it was almost inaudible.

She turned back and waved briefly yet decisively towards the darkness behind her.

Four or five figures instantly emerged from the shadows, following up like phantoms.

They crouched low, their steps light, stealthily making their way towards the camp.

At the same time, Rein was not idle in the northeast mountain trench.

With a small team, he crouched through the forest, efficiently eliminating the lookout in the trench.

A bird call echoed leisurely in the night sky.

This was the unique signal of the hunting team, informing others that the target had been cleared.

Luo De heard the sound, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes; he waved his hand,

"Remember, don't hold back."

The deep, brief command carried an aura of deadly authority.

Under the cover of night, twenty armored soldiers at the very front raised shields, crouching while silently advancing forward.

Behind them, lined up in four rows, were the Wildman spear throwers.

When there were still a hundred meters from the patrol team, the hunting teams on both sides made their move first.

"Whiz whiz whiz!"

Several arrows tore through the night sky, rushing straight towards the patrol team with a whistling sound!

The patrol soldiers, unprepared, fell to the ground without even a scream!

The hunters of the hunting team were skilled in archery, each arrow seemingly aimed at a critical point.

However, the patrol team arranged by Chris was not a pushover.

When one of the patrol soldiers fell, his hand was still tightly gripping a whistle.

Using his last breath, he trembled as he blew the warning whistle.

The sound was sharp and brief, piercing the night's silence like a needle!

"Enemy attack!"

The sentry in the camp awoke with a start, shouting out, his voice exploding in the night sky!

Sleeping soldiers were fully awakened, the camp bursting into chaos!

"Charge!"

At Luo De's command, the guard beside him immediately blew the horn for the attack!

No longer able to hide, the hunting team no longer held back.

Countless arrows rained down like a torrential storm, shooting towards the crowd by the bonfire!

Just as Luo De had instructed earlier, for the soldiers gathered together, there was no need to aim; as long as the direction was accurate, keep firing relentlessly!

In an instant, several figures fell, screams, shouts, and orders resounding one after another, the camp chaotic like a pot of boiling porridge!

"Take cover! Quickly, cover! Raise your shields!"

A seasoned veteran shouted, raising a shield while pulling the startled rookies behind him.

Soon, more rookies reacted, coming to their senses as they hurriedly raised shields, huddling together to form a tortoise-shell-like shield formation!

Arrows collided with the shields, producing "thud thud" dull sounds, the rookies' hands trembling in fear.

But the effect was very evident, the arrow rain was blocked!

"Archers! Counterattack!"

Someone shouted urgently, but the archers couldn't find any targets.

Their eyes wide open, they frantically scanned the darkness, yet couldn't even catch a shadow of the enemy.

The hunting team was hiding in the dark woods and grass, unlike the camp lurking in the forest and grass.

Until a row of dark silhouettes appeared on the front grass, the archers found their target, immediately beginning to retaliate.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed repeatedly, it was clear that all the arrows shot were blocked by shields.

"Volley! Give me a volley shot!"

The order came again from the rear, the archers immediately lifted their bows, shooting arrows into the sky ahead.

And answering them was the sound of the wind.

Through the gaps in the shields, the rookies saw a row of long spears descending like meteors, crashing straight towards his face!

Bang!

The sharp long spear pierced through the shield, instantly penetrating the rookie straight to the heart!

The rookie next to him wasn't spared either, their miserable screams once again pinning down the night sky!

Bang bang bang!

The newly gathered shield formation was smashed to pieces in the blink of an eye by the long spears.

Crucially, the spear throw wasn't just a one-time occurrence!

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