Chapter: 1054

Sorachu spoke with a wide smile after hearing the War Chief’s words.

“That is amazing! If we do as you said, we will get 3,000 sheep without even taking any damage to our tribe.”

In exchange for granting Kang Soah’s request, he promised to give the Great Hung Clan 3,000 sheep.

Gold and silver were good, but sheep held real value to the nomadic barbarians of the Great Plains.

“Hahahahaha! Isn’t this called one stone for two birds⁽¹⁾?”

While laughing loudly, they saw that a messenger with yellow feather fur was approaching them.

Without even properly getting down the horse, the messenger bowed his head and reported.

“War Chief. Right now, about 20 miles to the southwest, an armed force of about six hundred men are moving to the north.”

“People from other tribes?”

“No. Judging from their attire, they seem to be from the Jianghu.”

Hearing that, the War Chief Asara and his men’s eyes gleamed.

Those people were coming sooner than expected.

The sun had set, and darkness began to come.

About six hundred men, with torches lit, marched towards the north in five rows.

They were the demonic cult, who had the word ‘Demon’ written proudly on their flags.

Seeing how they were advancing, it looked like they were all high in morale. Instead of dispatched troops, it looked like they were out on campaign.

Those who dignifiedly rode horses at the head of each group of hundred warriors were the Six Swords.

They were full of determination as this was their first proper mission.

Despite their journey to the north and not resting for the past three days, their eyes were more than alive.

At that time, the Demonic Cult troops, which were moving north, came to a halt.

“What is that?”

“What’s going on?”

The reason they stopped was simple.

Dududududud!

The sound of horse hooves rumbled the ground.

Countless torches filled the night sky horizon from the north where they were supposed to be heading, and the torches were only coming closer.

At first glance, it looked like a large army of ten thousand people.

They were the armies of the Great Hung Clan, the hegemon of the Northern Plains.

A smile spread across the lips of War Chief Asara, his left arm Sorachu and the other leaders of the tribe, who were moving at the forefront of the Great Hung clan.

“They came right in the same day, saved us a lot of trouble. Hahaha.”