Chapter 73: Who Exactly Is the Sheep?

"This time, if we take that fertile wasteland and obtain the Divine Beans, we can breed our tribe vigorously. Once our population grows, the Menweibi Society will be no worse than the Lion Tribe by much!"

During the march of the vast centaur army, some leaders of small tribes chatted.

These tribal leaders were relatively particular, still wearing rather exquisite protective gear on their bodies.

However, these protective gear were more decorative than protective.

"Mm, the Lion Tribe has styled themselves the royal clan, commanding all beastman tribes in the Mist for decades. It's time for a change!"

Another leader of a small tribe snorted.

"Right, you guys, that wasteland has always been crawling with venomous insects. Why would it suddenly burn clean? According to the scouts who saw from afar, the Mist Mountains seem to have burned nearly to a crisp. Could there be something fishy going on here?"

Another leader of a small tribe said.

"What could be fishy? The weather's been dry for too long, a wildfire started, that's all. Fox-folk are just like sheep. This time we dispatched eight thousand warriors; crushing them wouldn't even take an hour. If we weren't playing it safe, three or four thousand warriors would have been more than enough."

Hearing the words of these small tribal leaders, the Centaur Chieftain snorted.

No sooner had his words fallen than a streak of red light appeared in his gaze.

This streak of red light descended from the sky!

The Centaur Chieftain looked up and saw countless tiny fireballs raining down from the sky.

That red light was precisely caused by these fireballs!

The Centaur Chieftain froze, not yet having reacted.

"Not good!"

After freezing for a second, it finally reacted.

"Scatter, quick!"

The Centaur Chieftain shouted.

But it was already too late!

"Boom—!"

These fireballs slammed down fiercely, catching them all in one fell swoop!

The great fire flared up at once. Those small tribal leaders didn't even have time to grunt before they perished in the sea of flames!

Above the canyon, Meng Ying gently exhaled, and a milky-white flame appeared in her hand.

Then she swallowed that flame in one gulp.

That's right, that flame was the "Cold Flame" Lin Yan gave her every day.

When the "Cold Flame" burns, sitting beside it to meditate can boost meditation efficiency and greatly increase spiritual power.

However, the "Cold Flame" has another important function.

When spiritual power is exhausted, it can be swallowed to replenish spiritual power.

But if spiritual power is full, swallowing it won't have much effect.

Moreover, only one can be swallowed per day.

Precisely because of the "Cold Flame," Meng Ying dared to use her divine spell with confidence, launching a decapitation strike.

She is now already a Fourth Rank mage!

However, this divine spell still drained her spiritual power dry; fortunately, it was replenished in time!

With this one divine spell, more than half of the Centaur Tribe's tribal leaders died!

Only a few tribal leaders escaped the calamity!

"Kill!"

The battle cry rang out.

Immediately after, a large volley of arrows shot out from both sides of the Arrow Valley.

These arrows all used sharp iron arrowheads!