Chapter 120

Leader Rick charged ahead, leading the way.

Seeing the Centaur Chieftain, Leader Rick didn't pause—he charged straight at the Centaur Chieftain, determined to kill this obstacle.

It couldn't defeat a thousand centaurs.

But was it afraid of just one centaur?

Due to the angle, it didn't see Meng Ying!

Behind it, the other centaurs also paid no heed to the Centaur Chieftain.

Even if they suffered a crushing defeat, they still had over a hundred left.

Centaurs were slower in the dense forest—once they entered it, they could shake off the centaurs chasing them!

Then, among these centaurs, including Leader Rick, a flash of red light appeared in their eyes!

That was the last sight they saw!

"Great Lord of Flame, thank you for your mercy!"

On the plain, the centaur warrior who had been healed by the "White Flame" expressed his gratitude to the Lord of Flame.

This modest skirmish had ended completely.

The lion tribe's thousand warriors, including their leader, were annihilated in a single battle!

This battle greatly boosted Meng Ying's confidence.

After acquiring new equipment, centaur warriors now possessed overwhelming strength against lion warriors in equal-numbered direct confrontations.

Of course, this also owed much to the Lord of Flame frequently blessing these now-devout centaur warriors.

The Lord of Flame's blessings made these centaur warriors' bodies stronger, their power greater, and thus far more formidable on the battlefield!

This battle also greatly boosted the confidence of these thousand centaur warriors!

Previously, although centaur warriors were formidable fighters, they knew they were no match for lion warriors.

But in this battle, they crushed the lion warriors!

This gave them unprecedented confidence.

So after the battle, every single centaur warrior immediately prayed to the Lord of Flame, expressing their gratitude!

Without the Lord of Flame, there would be no them today!

"You four keep guard—the lion tribe won't give up so easily. The rest of you, rest briefly, then we'll catch up with the cat tribe's main force!"

Meng Ying gave the order.

The cat tribe's main force still needed at least four days to reach the Sacred Wasteland; if the lion tribe kept sending pursuers, they could still catch up.

After all, their speeds were not even on the same level!

While Meng Ying led the centaurs to confront the lion warriors on the plain, the cat tribe's main force encountered a crisis!

Suddenly, a vast number of dog-headed warriors appeared beside the cat tribe's main force!

These dog-headed warriors were numerous—covering the hills and plains—armed with various weapons, blocking the cat tribe's path.

"Chief Tiezhu, so it was you who betrayed us!"

The cat chieftain, upon seeing the dog-headed warriors here, understood everything at once!

She hadn't expected the dog-headed warriors to have no integrity at all; to silence them, she had given these dog-headed warriors plenty of wealth.

But the dog-headed warriors had sold out the cat tribe!

Judging by their appearance, these dog-headed warriors planned to serve as the lion tribe's vanguard, blocking the cat tribe!

"Hahahaha, Cat Chieftain, you think you can escape after angering the lion tribe? The lion tribe has promised us: if we help eliminate your cat tribe, your territory will be ours. Compared to that, what's the little wealth you gave us? We took your bribes only to deceive you—hahahaha, did you really believe it?"

A grotesque-looking dog-headed warrior said.

Dog-headed warriors originally preferred to live in underground caves.

But they were driven out by dark creatures beneath the earth.

They came to ally with the lion tribe, offering many rare items from underground, and received some mountainous land with meager resources.

They dug holes into the mountains to live in; the entire dog-headed warrior settlement was filthy and stinking.

In the beastman realm, dog-headed warriors had always been inconspicuous, and their greed was infamous.

Now, they had gained another reputation: unreliability.

The cat chieftain snorted: "Utterly shameless! Do you think those thousand lion warriors will win? When the Lord of Flame's warriors defeat those lion men, it will be your end!"

The dog-headed chieftain didn't believe it: "What nonsense about some god's warriors? The lion warriors' strength surpasses your imagination! Do you think a few centaurs in iron armor can defeat powerful lion warriors? Hmph, why waste time talking to you? Boys, attack! Kill every male cat person, bring their heads to the lion tribe as proof of loyalty!"

Seeing that all the cat people were utterly exhausted, the dog-headed chieftain decided to strike first and slaughter every cat person!

At the dog-headed chieftain's command, countless dog-headed warriors surged from the dense forest, charging toward the cat people!

"Chieftain, what do we do!"

One cat warrior grew panicked.

These dog-headed warriors were numerous.

At least several thousand, possibly over ten thousand.

Although the cat tribe had over a hundred thousand people, their combat-ready warriors numbered only a few thousand.

The key problem was that these few thousand cat warriors had spent the past several days and nights carrying heavy loads for the elderly, getting almost no rest.

Moreover, carrying heavy loads for long periods had drained their strength immensely.

They now had virtually no fighting power left.

Besides, these cat warriors had no time to regroup!

You are scattered, while they are concentrated—if these cat warriors still had fighting power, they'd still be powerless to fight!

The cat chieftain looked back—the centaur warriors were nowhere to be seen.

They were probably still fighting the lion warriors.

They couldn't count on the centaur warriors anymore.

But if they couldn't count on the centaur warriors, what was the cat tribe supposed to fight with?

For a moment, even the cat tribe chieftain was at a loss, and could only issue the order to fight!

All the cat tribe people, whether old or young, seeing the kobolds charging over across the hills and plains, though every face was utterly exhausted, did not panic and flee.

They were all so exhausted—where could they run to?

Some of the elders and children picked up stones as weapons.

"Hahaha, do these sick cats still have the strength to throw stones? If it weren't for the tiger tribe protecting you, your little bit of fighting strength wouldn't be enough for my warriors to kill."

The kobold chieftain laughed heartily.

He also set off, charging toward the cat tribe chieftain.

"The little cat girl beside you is quite nice—keep her around for some cross-species exchange!"

The kobold chieftain saw Princess Luoti, a lewd glint flashing in his eyes.

This time the kobold chieftain planned to kill off all the male cat-people and keep the cat women for their slaves!

The cat tribe chieftain was about to draw her weapon and fight the kobold chieftain to the death, when Princess Luoti suddenly tugged at her and said:

"Mother, pray—pray to the Lord of Flames!"

The cat tribe chieftain heard Princess Luoti's words, and her eyes lit up.

In the moment of crisis just now, she had actually not thought of this.

"All clansmen, pray to the Lord of Flames!"

The cat tribe clansmen shouted!

Following her voice, the more than one hundred thousand cat tribe people present threw down the "weapons" in their hands one after another and began to pray.

"Is this your deathbed confession? Regretting you shouldn't have made enemies of the lion tribe? We kobolds don't believe in gods, and the Shenyebu Society won't send down power for your tiny cat tribe—if you've got the guts, let your damn whatever lord kill me, hahaha!"

The kobold chieftain saw this scene and, far from being afraid, burst into laughter instead.

These cat tribe people really are stupid.

On the battlefield, instead of picking up weapons, they collectively pray.

That's fine too—when their warriors come to kill, it'll be just like cutting wheat.

"Kill them!"

The kobold chieftain charged to the very front, the blade in his hand already raised!