Chapter 3049: Even Mosquitoes Are Meat

As soon as these words were spoken, not only the few Iron Peak Tribe members following the Iron Peak Clan Chief, but even those three ox tribesmen abruptly halted their steps and stood still.

With wary expressions, they stared fixedly at the Iron Peak Clan Chief.

"What do you intend to do?"

The leading ox tribe member asked, trembling, obviously frightened by those words.

Seeing this, the Iron Peak Clan Chief showed no panic at all, grinning.

"That's all it took to scare you? Your demon race's courage is too small—no wonder you're so wary. I originally wanted to nab an elder, but ended up with just you three."

Huh???

"You want to kill us? If you kill us, my ancestor won't let you off."

"Heh, that's perfect."

Still trying to use your ancestor to suppress the Iron Peak Clan Chief—too bad, he doesn't buy that at all.

No need to think further—the Iron Peak Clan Chief clearly intended to deal with them. The other two ox tribesmen glared fiercely at the cowardly leader and immediately shouted.

"You idiot, can't you see there's a problem here?"

"You say you've figured it out?"

"Get lost."

At this moment, the two ox tribesmen felt half-chilled, already angry at this worthless person.

Now it's even more outrageous; judging by the situation, it seems we'll have to bury ourselves with this worthless person.

No wonder the ancestor would suddenly take a fancy to this worthless person; in hindsight, the ancestor was just pointing randomly.

By sheer coincidence, it pointed at this worthless person, who then thought he had been favored by the ancestor and could rise to great heights.

Before, he acted arrogantly in front of the two of them; the most damned part is that he happened to pick those two as companions.

You didn't pick them to die with you, did you?

The more they thought about it, the angrier they got—they were fine before, but now, after this worthless person casually pointed at them, their lives are forfeit.

Especially this coward right now, who had already been scared witless; the more he looked, the angrier he grew.

Unable to hold back, he kicked it flying away.

That kick was immensely strong and utterly sudden—so much so that the Iron Peak Clan Chief didn't even react before the coward went flying.

Seeing this, the Iron Peak Clan Chief blinked, quickly came to his senses, and said coldly.

Chase after him—don't let him get away!

Seeing the coward reduced to a mere dot, the Iron Peak Clan Chief immediately ordered his men to pursue, insisting they must not let it escape.

We had only brought back three pieces of food; if we let one get away, that would be a huge loss.

Hearing that, the two Iron Peak Tribe members didn't hesitate and immediately chased after the direction the coward had flown.

They never expected this either—now at this point, how could a single kick send him flying?

As for the Iron Peak Clan Chief, his gaze had already fallen on the remaining two ox tribesmen, and he spoke with a grim expression.

I underestimated you—at this point you're still thinking of helping someone escape, but it got away; what about you?

Huh???

Hearing that, the two ox tribesmen stood there dumbfounded, momentarily at a loss for words.

When did we ever help that worthless person escape? I was just about to kick it to death a moment ago—I never imagined it would turn out like this.

Especially seeing that worthless person now vanished from sight, the ox tribe member who had just kicked felt utterly ruined.

No, I didn't mean to save it—where did you get kicked to? Come back quickly.

But saying this now is pointless—already kicked away, only these two ox tribesmen remain here.

Moreover, the Iron Peak Clan Chief didn't want to waste words lest night bring dreams; he decided to kill them first and talk later.

Killing them would leave no room for accidents.

Sensing the growing killing intent in the Iron Peak Clan Chief's eyes, the two ox tribesmen also panicked.

They wanted to say something, but had no chance—the Iron Peak Clan Chief closed in and, in a few moves, killed the two ox tribesmen on the spot.

"You dogged thing, still trying to play tricks even at death's door."

Looking at the two ox tribesmen dead with eyes unclosed, the Iron Peak Clan Chief shouted furiously.

The food supply was already scarce, and now it might lose another head.

As the saying goes, fear summons what you fear; not long after, the two tribesmen who had gone to chase the coward returned.

Seeing both came back empty-handed, the Iron Peak Clan Chief knew they had indeed let it escape.

"We didn't find it in the tribe."

The two tribesmen came before the Iron Peak Clan Chief, heads lowered, and spoke with faces full of self-reproach.

Seeing this, although the Iron Peak Clan Chief was also angry in his heart, there was nothing to be done now that it had come to this.

In this vast star sea, even if we wanted to search, it's impossible now.

"Let's go back first."

He didn't blame the two, acknowledging his own oversight—no one would have thought these beasts would use such a method to save someone; it's truly hard to guard against.

In the end, the Iron Peak Clan Chief and his party had no choice but to leave carrying the corpses of the remaining two ox tribesmen.

All the way back to the vicinity of the Barbarian God Tribe Divine Realm, upon appearing, the many Barbarian God Tribe and Feather God Tribe powerhouses lying in ambush there all emerged.

Several elders looked around, then frowned and said.

"Where is the food?"

"Here."

Saying this, the Iron Peak Clan Chief produced the corpses of the two ox tribesmen; seeing this, his father immediately flew into a rage.

"What can this little bit feed? Even a snack would find it too scant."

"Dad, it's not that I don't want to; it's that those innate demon race have gotten smart—they simply won't be fooled."

"Son went ahead with the plan, trying to persuade them, but these beasts simply wouldn't come; in the end they only agreed to send three ox tribe as a token of sincerity. Left with no choice, the son thought, even a mosquito, small as it is, is still meat—better to first secure three ingredients than have none."

Having recounted the previous events in full, the Iron Peak Clan Chief also felt wronged.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent; indeed, this couldn't be blamed on the Iron Peak Clan Chief—they had precautions, you can't just force it.

Moreover, forcing the issue would likely put the Iron Peak Clan Chief themselves in danger.

Although the innate demon race is seeking friendship, you still can't go too far.

Just looking at those two ox tribe ingredients, the Iron Peak Clan Chief's father still frowned.

"Wasn't it supposed to be three ingredients? There's still one missing."

"I……… I lost one of the ingredients—it ran off on the road and I couldn't catch it."

"Ran off? You can't even keep an eye on three ingredients—what are you eating?"

Even dead, with the ancestors' eyesight, one could still tell at a glance that these three were merely ordinary innate demon race.

Their strength is not much different from that of ordinary Barbarian God Tribe members; logically, before the Iron Peak Clan Chief, such strength would be nothing he could not easily suppress.

Moreover, there were only three of them—how could you let even one escape?

If the plan failed, that's understandable and not the Iron Peak Clan Chief's fault—but letting one escape along the way is absurd.

The Iron Peak Clan Chief lowered his head, offering no rebuttal; meanwhile, on the innate demon race's side, the ox tribe that had escaped death came back trembling, clearly badly frightened.