Chapter 11: Barbarian Race

"Clan Leader, Night Battle sent news that the Barbarian Race has dispatched an eight-thousand-strong raiding force. They will arrive at the Black Earth Base in three hours at most. Should we make preparations in advance, or send troops to reinforce them?" Ye San asked anxiously as he rushed into the room.

As a high-ranking figure in the Night Tribe, Ye San was well acquainted with the Barbarian Tribe. They were a faction far more powerful than the Giant Tiger and Barbaric Bull.

Why would the Red River Influence, known for its fierce martial traditions, choose to compromise in the face of the Barbarian Race's raids? It was entirely because they had fought them before and realized they were hopelessly outmatched.

In the past, Red River had three major tribes: Giant Tiger, Barbaric Bull, and Horned Sheep. All were massive factions boasting tens of thousands of members. To combat the Barbarian Race, the three major tribes formed an Alliance and absorbed nearly all the Red River Tribes. Dubbed the Red River Alliance, their total population exceeded that of the current Night Tribe, fielding an army of nearly a hundred thousand.

The Red River Alliance and the Barbarian Race clashed in a massive War on the Black Soil Plain. Yet, shockingly, the Barbarian Race only deployed ten thousand cavalrymen to completely rout the Alliance's hundred-thousand-strong army. Following that, they annihilated the Horned Sheep tribe in one fell swoop, rendering the three overlords of Red River a thing of the past. Since then, Red River had been powerless to resist the Barbarian Race.

"There is no need to be so nervous. Haven't we been prepared for this for a long time? Let them come. I also want to see whether the Warriors of the Night Tribe are stronger, or if the Warriors of the Barbarian Race are more valiant," Su Xingyu consoled with a nonchalant smile as he looked at the tense Ye San.

"That may be true, but..." Ye San hesitated.

"Enough. Go notify the Warriors to prepare for deployment." Su Xingyu waved his hand, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. "The Barbarian Race has already delivered the meat to our mouths; how could we not eat it? We will wipe out this Barbarian Race force, strike directly at their core, and swallow them whole."

"As you wish, Clan Leader." Seeing that the Clan Leader had made up his mind, Ye San would not voice any objections, even if he still felt uneasy.

"Go."

The Black Soil Plain spanned hundreds of miles, and the Night Tribe's Black Earth Base was located near its center. Originally, this had been a large tribe of tens of thousands that relied on animal husbandry. With a Blood Crystal Vein hidden beneath the earth, the area was later annexed by the Night Tribe and converted into the Black Earth Base.

This base was established for two purposes: first, to guard against external enemies, and second, to keep a watchful eye over the Black Soil Plain. After conquering the Blood Fang Forest, the Black Soil Plain became the Night Tribe's best choice for further expansion. Consequently, the military forces stationed at the Black Earth Base were the largest and most formidable among the four bases.

Outside the Black Earth Base, nearly twenty thousand Black Armored Warriors gazed deeply into the plains. Night Battle led the Night Tribe's most Elite cavalry at the very forefront. With a deep, resonant voice, he delivered his final speech, "The Barbarian Race is coming! That tyrannical, powerful Barbarian Race that constantly plunders our food and defeated the Red River Alliance is coming once again! Warriors of the Night Tribe, are you afraid?"

"We are not afraid!"

"We are not afraid!"

"We are not afraid!"

The Warriors' responses echoed loudly, their eyes bloodshot.

"Heh... I won't lie to you, I'm actually a little scared. After all, that's the Barbarian Race, one of the overlords of the Black Soil Plain, who once defeated our hundred thousand troops with a mere ten thousand." Night Battle chuckled. Before anyone could react, his voice turned impassioned.

"However, compared to fear, my heart is filled more with excitement! The Night Tribe has grown from a few hundred people to a scale of hundreds of thousands. We have weathered well over a hundred Wars!

"Back when we only had crude gear, we still dared to fight the Barbarian Race. Now that we have better equipment than them, I want to see exactly how strong this Barbarian Race that dominates the Black Soil truly is! Let us see if you are worthy of the Armor you wear! My brave Warriors, let's show them what we're made of!"

"FIGHT!!!" the Warriors roared hoarsely.

"The Eternal Night Monarch is watching us!" Night Battle raised his saber to the sky and slashed downward. "In the name of God, victory is ours!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

The Warriors were utterly fired up, their bodies surging with Power. Following Night Battle's command, the army of nearly twenty thousand marched toward the Black Soil Plain, guided by the Sky-Splitting Eagle soaring above.

"I really couldn't tell that a guy like Night Battle had such a talent for public speaking." Within the Divine Realm, Su Xingyu shook his head and laughed as he watched Night Battle's pre-battle speech.

He had originally planned to grant these Warriors a pre-battle blessing, but now it seemed completely unnecessary. After all, as a Divine Spirit, He could no longer appear as frequently as before; He needed to maintain a certain air of majesty. A Divine Spirit that lowered Itself to the mortal realm was no Divine Spirit at all, merely a powerful Divine Creature. Furthermore, He had yet to fully grasp His Power and was nothing more than a phantom possessing divine status. It was better to keep divine manifestations to an absolute minimum.

Tens of miles away from the Black Earth Base, an army wearing tattered Armor with animal skins underneath for warmth was charging toward the Red River. Though dressed in rags, every single one of them was robust and heavily built. With colorful stripes painted across their faces, they exuded an exceptionally fierce aura.

"Why is it so far? If I had known, I wouldn't have come. The Red River Tribes are all dirt poor; what good stuff could they possibly have?" the young man riding at the forefront on a tall black horse complained impatiently.

"We're almost there. Just a little longer, Young Race Leader. Please be patient," a slightly thin middle-aged man, who appeared to be around thirty, consoled from beside him.

HUFF... HUFF...

Glancing at the heavily panting horse beneath him, the middle-aged man pondered for a moment before whispering, "Young Race Leader, we set out before sunrise, and it's almost noon now. We haven't rested at all, and the Warriors are getting tired. Should we stop to rest, drink some water, and eat some rations?"

"Rest? It's not like we're fighting a War! What is there to be tired about?" the young man scolded in dissatisfaction.

The scrawny middle-aged man fell silent, though inwardly he scoffed. He cursed, "Look at your horse, and then look at ours! How is this even comparable? Fuck!"

However, forced to yield to circumstances, he nodded and replied, "It was my oversight."

"Our Barbarian Tribe's people are all brave Warriors. A little cold wind is nothing," the young man said before shouting at the top of his lungs. "Push a little harder, everyone! Once we reach Red River, we'll throw a massive feast! The fine wine, delicious food, and women there will be yours to enjoy..."

"Young Race Leader, you mustn't..."

Just as the middle-aged man tried to stop him, the young man turned to look at him with a blatantly threatening glare. The middle-aged man immediately shut his mouth and praised, "The Young Race Leader is wise."

"Glad you understand." The young man nodded.

RUMBLE... RUMBLE... RUMBLE...

Suddenly, faint tremors came from the ground. A Warrior with excellent eyesight looked ahead, only to see a black "ocean wave" sweeping toward them. The Warriors were stunned for a moment before screaming, "Young Race Leader, enemies!"

"I'm not blind. I can see them." The young man looked a bit panicked, but he quickly composed himself, feeling somewhat irritated.

"To think they actually dare to take the initiative and attack... These Red River scums sure have some nerve. But I'll make them understand that courage alone is useless. True Power is the only thing that matters!

"Brave Barbarian Warriors, charge with me! We will crush these trashes and show them what true strength looks like!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man spurred his horse and charged out first, holding his Long Saber high like a bolt of black lightning. The Barbarian Warriors behind him roared wildly. Then, they eagerly surged forward, as if the approaching forces were not enemies but rather a fresh, cooked piece of fatty meat.

They were nothing more than a bunch of weak Red River Tribes. No matter how many of them there were, facing this charge, there could only be one outcome: utter defeat.