Chapter 532: Who Gave You the Courage?

Not yet, but at the latest it will arrive by tomorrow morning.

The catapults I've had the tribespeople make; once they're moved onto the city wall, we just need to prepare plenty of stones.

Having said that, he looked somewhat proudly at Ying Ze and said, "Come on, let's go see how my catapults turned out; as long as the Wuke tribe's people dare come out of the forest, we can attack them from the city wall."

Ying Ze's mouth twitched as he stood up and followed behind him walking out: "You're not scared stiff by the Wuke tribe chief and that Niluo shaman, are you? How could you brag like that?"

He learned the word 'brag' from Teng Qian.

It's no use telling you now; you'll know when the time comes.

When the two arrived at the clearing, they felt that the formerly bustling place was now very empty and desolate; a gust of forest wind blew, rolling the already fallen dry leaves everywhere, inexplicably giving a feeling of homeless desolation.

Teng Kun wiped his cheek, trying to conceal that feeling of desolation, but the next second...

Hey, wrong, why am I feeling desolate here? We didn't come to look at the catapults?

He turned to meet Ying Ze's undisguised look of contempt, Teng Kun gave a dry cough, then muttered as he walked toward the city wall: "That thing, it's definitely been carried onto the city wall by the males."

There's no way, these people just listen to my words; I say go east and they dare not go west; I say chase ducks and they absolutely dare not catch chickens; there's no way, they just obey!

Ying Ze seemed unable to tolerate someone's self-boasting any longer, finally sidestepping the person's sturdy frame and quickly walking toward the not-far city wall.

Having just walked not far, he suddenly stopped and looked at Teng Kun: "Ah, I forgot to tell you, I just came out of the cave and already saw the wooden frame that the tribespeople had moved onto the city wall."

The wooden frame!

Teng Kun's face changed upon hearing that: "Who are you looking down on? Who said it's just a wooden frame? That's a weapon more formidable than beastfolk claws!"

The males on the city wall, excitedly equipping the catapults and moving stones, saw the two approach, were slightly startled, then their eyes lit up as they gathered around: "Sir Ying Ze, have those little rascals of the Wuke tribe arrived here? I'm still waiting to smash them into something like wild boar beasts."

Watching the middle-aged pure-human male swinging his fists, Ying Ze felt his mouth twitching worse and worse, only able to say: "Your grandpa is still your grandpa; what gave you the courage to say you'd beat others into pig heads?"

He somehow lacked a bit of confidence in his heart...

His inner complaints naturally no one knew; Teng Kun beside him even gave appreciative praise, stepping forward to pat the middle-aged male's shoulder and encourage: "I believe you can definitely do it."

Being praised by the Beastman Sir, is that still okay?

The middle-aged male instantly felt capable again, straightening his back: "I also believe in myself; I am definitely the bravest male of the tribe."

What's most feared is sudden silence; you, a middle-aged male, say you're the bravest male of the tribe, have you considered the feelings of us sturdy males?

One by one, they threw contemptuous little glances at him.

All be quiet!

The crowd's laughter and noise were suddenly cut off by a solemn shout; Teng Kun and Ying Ze's gazes toward the front forest became extremely solemn.

The males followed their gaze and looked, all with pupils slightly constricted.

The middle-aged male's Adam's apple rolled hard a few times: "Wuke chief..."