Chapter 508 - Your Target
Chapter 508
Your Target
The Flaming Horns did not know the slave masters were now thinking of taking advantage of them. Even if they did, they would snicker and say, ‘A bunch of idiots!”
If the whole fire seed was still in the fire pit, perhaps the slave masters still had a chance to regain their former glory. It was the tribe’s source of power after all.
Unfortunately, the fire seed had now been merged into the Flaming Horn’s bodies. Even if Wanshi and the slave masters could sense its changes, they would not think of this. BEcause merging had never happened before!
Not every slave master knew all the secrets. The ones hiding in Wanshi were not very familiar with the fire seed, hence they had the wrong impression of it. They thought that the destruction of the fire seed would be the time they could rebuild their kingdom. Many people were thinking of returning to the desert to take revenge on Rock Hill City.
While they strategized, Wanshi was preparing for battle. Within the Fearsome Beast Forest, Flaming Horn had already regrouped on a large scale.
Every person not involved in the battle was safe in a set shelter. The terrain there was tough for battle, if any sudden changes occurred, it would still keep them safe for a while. The wanderers had another shelter.
When Shao Xuan returned to the tribe from the edge of the forest, he saw a group of warriors chatting. They had just completed training. They stood proudly, filled with vibrancy.
“Mm, I understand. Don’t worry,” said Shao Xuan solemnly.
Both of the shamans’ hearts suddenly skipped a beat and grew more anxious. They suddenly regretted telling Shao Xuan this. Before he left, they reminded him again, “Do not force it, don’t bite off more than you can chew.”
The tribesmen were mostly moved out now. When Shao Xuan left, Caesar was carrying a large bundle, helping Old Ke and several families carry their things. The most eye-catching one was Old Ke’s huge box of stone tools.
Old Ke had already made a lot of weapons to be distributed to the people in hiding. Although they were mostly the elderly, the weak and the sickly, they could still move. With weapons, they could fend for themselves with weapons.
“Don’t worry about us, you take care.” Old Ke patted his shoulder hard. He knew Shao Xuan would be in the frontlines with the hunt leaders. The people in front would bear a risk many times larger than going for a hunt. Old Ke was worried. If this was another person, Old Ke would’ve said it was only right for a young, high-ranked warrior to be in front. He wasn’t the shaman, nor was he old, hiding would be shameful. However, this was Shao Xuan.
Double standards for the ones you loved. It was human nature.
“The shaman used the white wormskin for skin tight armour.” Shao Xuan showed Old Ke the white clothes he wore underneath. “It’ll protect me.”
Old Ke sighed, not speaking.
No material could give absolute protection. Wormskin was durable, but it was only a defense against cuts. But would it do anything against a direct hit from an axe?
Two days later.
Non-warriors were already moved to the shelter, both shamans had left too.
Before dawn, it was still dark out.
Shao Xuan sat next to what used to be the fire pit, looking at the assembly of troops.
“Let’s go.”
Shao Xuan stood up, patted Caesar next to him, then led the troops out of the tribe.