King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 808 - 241: Divine Skill of Bright Jade Dispels Darkness, Rousing News from the Grasslands Inspires Heroic Spirits (Part 2)

The Kerchin Tribe leader Kerza and Prince Wen Hunnie heard of Blood Rakshasa’s defeat and, though they no longer held out hope for her, the alliance with the Ordos Tribe to attack the Lindan Tribe was already poised like an arrow on the string, ready to be released, leaving no room for retreat.

At this moment, Kerza forced a smile, and with a strained expression, said to Blood Rakshasa and her disciples, and Lan Xiaodie, "Do not be discouraged, everyone. Victory and defeat are common in warfare. Our alliance with the Ordos Tribe is crucial, and I hope you will continue to contribute to the tribe. As long as we work together, why fear that our great cause will not succeed?"

He then slightly bowed his hands to show respect.

Although this smile looked extremely false, at this critical moment, it managed to steady Blood Rakshasa and her disciples’ hearts.

Blood Rakshasa and her disciples felt dissatisfied, but they understood they couldn’t easily withdraw at this time, and they could only temporarily suppress their discontent as they prepared to face the imminent tribal war.

The next morning, as the sun rose, its golden light gently enveloped the vast desert like a thin veil, making the entire desert seem gilded, gleaming with brilliance.

Kerza appeared solemn as he hurriedly found Lan Xiaodie.

He clasped his fists and bowed, speaking with earnestness and urgency, "Master Lan, the situation is extremely dire and urgent now. We must rely on you to continue searching for Martial Arts experts for the tribe; we will spare no expense in gold and silver as long as they can help us defeat the Lindan Tribe. The disputes in Jianghu are ever-changing, and this battle concerns the survival of our tribe. I hope Master Lan can support us mightily."

Lan Xiaodie nodded slightly, her expression calm, but her eyes showed a hint of determination, responding, "Please rest assured, leader. Since I have agreed, I will do my utmost and not let you down. In Jianghu, it is the law of the jungle where everyone fights for their master. I will definitely find capable experts for the leader and carve a bloody path in this chaotic world."

After speaking, she turned and instructed the twelve Sword Maids to bring along an array of meticulously prepared gold, silver, and jewels, which sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight, worth a fortune. Then, she led the twelve Sword Maids, their movements graceful as they embarked on the journey. Their figures gradually faded into the desert, leaving a trail of light footprints, with swirling dust, in the sunlight, resembling a mysterious painting.

The Ordos Tribe has always been ambitious like a hungry tiger watching over the vast lands of the Lindan Tribe, coveting to swallow it to expand its power and dominate the prairie.

As for the Kerchin Tribe, tempted by benefits like greedy wolves, it colluded with the Ordos Tribe, hoping to carve out a share.

Half a month later, in the vast, endless desert, the sun blazed unbearably hot.

The scorching sunlight poured down unrestrainedly, seemingly intent on scorching the earth. The Ordos and Kerchin Tribes secretly allied, gathering large forces.

The soldiers wore heavy armor, which glinted with icy hues under the blazing sun, emanating a murderous aura.

They held weapons, long spears standing tall like forests, blades gleaming like snow. The warhorses neighed endlessly, their high-pitched cries seemed to tell of the impending battle. The military flags flapped wildly in the strong wind, showcasing the tribe’s dignity.

They moved threateningly, like surging tides, advancing towards the Lindan Tribe’s territory, thus unveiling the bloody curtain of tribal conflict, the prairie poised to plunge into turmoil, countless lives feared to be doomed.

The Lindan Tribe was facing the combined siege of the Ordos and Kerchin Tribes, the situation precarious and perilous.

The tension in the atmosphere on the prairie was suffocating.

Everyone could feel that a battle of life and death was approaching.

The Mongolian Cavalry Leader Hakutu, robust and strong like a towering hill, had muscles rippling with his movements, his gaze fierce and greedy, like a hungry vulture always ready to strike.

Vice Leader Bate, swift and agile, with hawk-like sharp eyes that seemed to perceive everything.

The two were entrusted by the Ordos Tribe leader Ha-ha Map and the Kerchin Tribe leader Kerza, and having received large bribes from the two tribes, they became like mad dogs, losing all reason.

They led their cavalry and a group of Martial Arts experts, galloping on horseback.

The sound of hooves was like thunder, resembling ten thousand horses galloping past, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

They had over ten thousand cavalry, like a surging tide, carrying an unstoppable might, rushing towards the simple makeshift fortress that Shi Feiyang had built on the prairie, appearing determined to flatten it instantly. From afar, they drew their bows and aimed their crossbows, whose cold and piercing shine under the sunlight was like a dormant venomous snake, exuding a deadly aura.

Crossbow arrows rained down with sharp, piercing whistles, like arrows shooting toward the patrol guards and gate guards of the fortress.

However, they never expected that this seemingly ordinary fortress held hidden tricks.

Those patrol guards and gate guards they shot were actually straw men.

The enemies, still unaware, shouted and swung their long sabers, the blade light flashing, resembling a torrent of steel, charging toward the fortress. Upon entering the fortress, the warhorses suddenly stumbled and fell headfirst into deep pits hidden by dried grass on the ground.