Chapter 1580: Tuomao's Murderous Intent

"Hehehe! Hehehe! Tuomao, Tuomao! We found the Huaxia!"

At this moment, Tuomao and several other Tribal Chiefs were hiding in an earthen cave dug into a hillside. Although it was quite cramped and full of insects, it was very cool, making it a rather comfortable place under such a scorching sun with no shelter.

If a Huaxia person, a very clean Huaxia person, arrived in such a Wasteland, it wouldn't take long before they would be sunburned and peeling. Although it is true that as long as there is a bit of tree shade or something similar, it would be much cooler, and it wouldn't be so hot in the morning and evening, the problem is that the sun here is too vicious, burning people until it hurts with a fiery sting.

They were all used to it; it was mainly because they hadn't bathed for so long that the filth on their bodies was almost the same as the people of the Wulenge Tribe, thick enough to provide significant protection, so there was no need to worry.

But when they heard that the Huaxia had been found, they didn't believe it at all, only feeling that this must be Wulian's way of stalling them. They hadn't encountered the Huaxia for so long, so how could they say they found them just like that? Could it be that the Huaxia had been following behind them the whole time?

"Hey! Heshuo, how are you all like blind mice? Can you not see the sun when you open your mouths to speak? Is the Huaxia that easy to find?"

Heshuo stopped and took a few long breaths to steady himself: "Tuomao, why would I lie to you about this? We are men of the Wulenge Tribe; we do not tell lies. If we say we have seen the Huaxia, then we have seen them. If we couldn't find the Huaxia, we wouldn't be following you; we would naturally go back ourselves."

"But now the Huaxia are almost here, and there are quite a lot of them. You can see them just by crossing two slopes from here. They even have a few people who have already followed us over."

Tuomao stood up abruptly, only for his head to slam into the low ceiling of the earthen cave. It didn't hurt much, but the dirt that fell off got into his mouth, forcing him to spit out the mud first.

"Hah... Hah-ptui!"

"Heshuo, you say they have already followed us? Why didn't my men report the situation?"

Just as Tuomao finished speaking, a continuous series of shouts came from the hillside behind them: "Hehehe! Hehehe!"

"The enemy is here! The enemy is here!"

Even the cattle and sheep became restless, starting to moo and bleat in chaos.

At this time, Tuomao and the other tribal members had no choice but to pull themselves together. One by one, they walked out of the cave, shielding their eyes with their hands to observe the distance.

Several beasts with strange shapes appeared in their field of vision. They were very tall and fast, not caring at all about the Wulenge Tribe's herds and herdsmen nearby, just charging straight through without any scruples.

"No, what are these things? How do they look a bit like mountain winds? Are those people on top?"

Tuomao voiced his confusion. A Tribal Chief with good eyesight, after squinting and observing for a good while, said in shock: "Oh my! It really is a mountain wind! There are people riding on them!"

"No, how is this done? Mountain winds are so fast, how could they sit on them? Could it be that they have already tamed the mountain winds?"

A mountain wind is a horse, as the Wulenge Tribe people call them, but not all people of the Wulenge Tribe have seen a horse or know what a mountain wind is, because they also have their own living areas; in places unsuitable for their survival, they naturally do not go.

As for those who had wild horses in their own territory and had seen them, they naturally knew what kind of animal a horse was—how irritable and fierce their temperaments were, and how fast they were. They found it difficult to even capture them, let alone tame them. Moreover, the horse's sturdy and graceful posture was what they were most obsessed with; many times, they were unwilling to hunt and kill them.

Although they were not totems, they liked them more than their totems. The Wulenge Tribe's totem could be said to be the tiger, because they believed in the Tiger God, but that did not mean they liked tigers or would not attack them; they were just afraid and revered them. Fortunately, there were no tigers here; those were just beliefs they brought with them when they lived in their previous territories.

The group of people was immersed in surprise and astonishment, completely forgetting what they were supposed to be doing. It was Heshuo who reminded them: "Forget about whether it's a mountain wind or not! They are the Huaxia! They have already arrived in our territory!"

Tuomao and the others turned their heads abruptly to look at Heshuo and the others: "What? They are the Huaxia? How could the Huaxia have such ability?"

"Why didn't you say so before? Didn't you say the Huaxia was just a small tribe and was about to be wiped out? Why do they have mountain winds?"

Heshuo didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he said casually: "How would we know?"

"The Huaxia appeared in the territory of you tribes; you should be asked this! Not only did you let a tribe that had a Bosa be wiped out by the Huaxia, but you actually didn't even know they had mountain winds!"

"You haven't even caught a single mountain wind! The Tribal Chief sent us here to make you attack and take down the Huaxia! Now, hurry up and gather your men, and prepare to eliminate the Huaxia; there aren't many of them!"

Seeing Heshuo's tone, Tuomao, who had long been dissatisfied with Wulian and his people, was now even more displeased, and the desire to kill Heshuo had already arisen in his heart.

In fact, the few of them had just been discussing it; they were already prepared to kill everyone Wulian had brought during the night and then just throw them away.

As for when the Tribal Chief asked about it later, it would have nothing to do with them. They were just a group of Soldiers; how would they know where the people went? The Wulenge Tribe was so large; perhaps they went the wrong way, or perhaps they were attacked by wild beasts, or even got lost and starved to death on the road—such situations were not isolated cases.

Here, the Heaven is high and the Emperor is far away; how could the Tribal Chief know? Even if he guessed, it would be useless. Without evidence, could he really abandon so many of their tribes just for a few Soldiers?

The revenue these tribes produced for the Wulenge Tribe in a year was far higher than that of Wulian and his men. There was no reason for the Tribal Chief to avenge Wulian and his men.

Of course, the premise for them to take lethal action was that Wulian would not listen and would continue to be as long-winded as before, insisting on attacking the Huaxia regardless of the cost to their own survival and livelihood.

If Wulian could be more sensible and leave as soon as the agreed-upon time arrived, then there would be no need for them to go out of their way to mess with Wulian.

But now, Heshuo's words had completely infuriated Tuomao. Tuomao looked at the Huaxia people who were already very close, then glanced at Heshuo's lower back. Fire rose in his heart, and he simply drew his Sword and stabbed it directly into Heshuo's lower back.