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Translator: Silavin
Meanwhile, the people of the Black Snake Tribe were all awakened by the commotion caused by the escaping slaves. Within a few minutes, many Tribesmen had gathered in the central area of the Black Snake Tribe, including Totem Warriors and Warrior Trainees.
The Shaman of the Black Snake Tribe looked very displeased and angrily roared, “What’s going on!? Why is the gate open!? Where are the slaves!? Where have they all gone!?”
The Shaman of the Black Snake Tribe was called Hei Tu. He was in his fifties, with his face covered in black patterns. Combined with his black hair and deep purple eyes, he was a chilling sight to behold.
“I don’t know either. I’ve already sent people to check.” Hei Mu also said angrily.
He was the Chieftain of the Black Snake Tribe, standing at 1.9 metres tall with a square face, and a long, prominent scar on his left cheek.
“Damn it! Who’s causing trouble in the middle of the night!?” Hei Tu was furious. He had been making a Shaman Bone Tablet when he was disturbed by the noise. This had caused the Shaman Bone Tablet he was about to create to be ruined, So, it was understandable why he was so irritable right now.
Hei Mu was angry not for any other reason, but because he was in the middle of doing something very important. Being interrupted while making such a well crafted Bone Tablet was truly infuriating.
He took a deep breath and said, “Shaman, the people watching the gate will be back soon.”
Two Warrior Trainees ran back in a panic, gasping for breath as they screamed, “Shaman! Chieftain! The Totem Warriors at the gate… they’re all dead!”
“What!? Repeat what you’ve just said!” Hei Mu doubted what he had heard.
“It’s true, all eight Totem Warriors at the gate are dead.” one Warrior Trainee fearfully said.
He had seen that their deaths were extremely bloody. Some unknown weapon had directly pierced the Totem Warriors’ skulls.
Blood had covered the Totem Warriors’ faces, and blood was still flowing from the wounds. The scene was extremely nauseating.
“Ten Warrior Trainees… are also dead,” The other Warrior Trainee was also scared out of his wits.
Before they got close, they had already smelled a strong scent of blood. When they approached, they saw flies already buzzing around the bodies on the ground.
Almost every person had been shot in the head with an arrow. There were no signs of struggle; they had all died instantly from a single arrow.
Hei Tu’s face looked extremely grim as he sternly asked, “Who did this!? Did you see who it was!?”
The Warrior Trainee shook his head and said, “We didn’t see anything. There was no one around.”
“Did you search carefully? How could there be no one? So many people are dead, and you did not see anyone?” Hei Mu angrily scolded.
“I’ve already had people search the surrounding area, and they really did not find anything. There were only corpses lying on the ground.” The other Warrior Trainee said while trembling.
Hei Tu narrowed his eyes, his face extremely grim. After thinking for a while, he ordered, “Chieftain, have some people search the surrounding area for me.”
“Yes, Shaman.” Hei Mu responded.
“Also, send another group to find those slaves. We must find those slaves and bring them back,” Hei Tu added.
Slaves were very important to the Black Snake Tribe, after all, they did all the hard labour.
“Understood,” Hei Mu nodded. He turned and told Hei Lin to take some people to patrol the area around the Tribe.
Hei Lin was his Son. He was a Totem Warrior, about twenty years old, standing around 1.8 metres tall. He looked very much like his Father, except he did not have a scar on his face.
“Yes, Father,” Hei Lin nodded, and immediately left with several Totem Warriors and Warrior Trainees.
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