Chapter 77 The Next Stage

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The clan leader of the Frost Forest Clan showed murderous intent and anger, which frightened the messenger. It took him a while to react, and he waved his hand tiredly to let the messenger in.

He didn't need to think to get the situation that the messenger wanted to tell him, which cavalry lost its response, and which one

"Someone died on the way here again?"

Thinking of this, the anger that had just been extinguished rose again.

Damn, they usually only plunder others, but they were attacked in such a place? In the grassland where they are most suitable for performance?

The scale was so large that he already suspected that someone had set a trap specifically for them.

Reports on casualties came in like snowflakes.

Even in the worst times of previous years, there were not as many losses as reported here in the first ten days. Two of the five passages into the Savage Plains have been completely crossed out.

Impassable, the situation is unknown.

The only information brought back was brought by a scout, who shouted like crazy on a fast horse.

"Trees! All trees! The trees are alive!"

Then he fell into a long coma and has not woken up until now.

The two shortcuts they took to enter the Savage Plains were long roads opened up from the forest.

If it was the legendary tree monsters, this could barely explain the reason for their heavy casualties.

Such a large loss can be said to be the casualties caused by the clans tearing each other apart, but when they communicated with each camp, they found that their situation was exactly the same as theirs.

Scouts have found hundreds of mercenaries of different compositions roaming on this land. They are all well-equipped, but hostile to each other. This plain seems to have suddenly become a battlefield full of traps.

The messenger sent to contact the elders also brought back their latest information.

'Proceed as usual. '

The clan leader had to suspect that this was their conspiracy. These old men of the old royal court no longer had any courage after the death of the previous Khan. The resources brought back by the hunting of a small group of cavalry were not enough to fill the gaps in their teeth. But they were asked to organize everyone to launch an expedition in their name.

They were extremely reluctant.

These old men from the old king's tent had been frightened by the people of the Central Plains.

He had taken people there before, and those people of the Central Plains were nothing special, and nothing could stand up to the giant wolf cavalry of the Frost Forest.

He firmly believed that it was time to launch a large-scale plunder.

If it weren't for the joint pressure from their several major clans, these old men would probably not even be allowed to participate in the ceremony of selecting the Khan.

They were hunting in name this time, but in fact they were going to sign a blood contract with various monsters in the wild plains, which was also the key to the king's court's ability to dominate.

They used their unique magic, runes and blood to sign a blood contract with the monsters after defeating them.

After signing the blood contract, they could control the legendary monsters.

Then the real Khan would be decided.

Only those who didn't know anything thought that they were simply hunting to find the winner.

The clan leader of the Frost Forest Clan thought distressedly, thinking about such things was too difficult and torturous for him.

Ji Lin, who was still hunting various monster infantry at this time, did not expect that the original dozen clans had been killed by the lords sent in by the system, leaving only the three strongest soldiers in twenty days. The other clans chose to retreat as if to stop losses in time, and some clans might not even have enough soldiers left to retreat.

They did not even consider joining a clan as the system said, and they killed them directly when they caught them. In just twenty days, the area controlled by the clans was only a fifty-kilometer area centered on the camp, and this was the credit of their fierce wolf cavalry patrols.

The clans even received reports of dragon sightings. They sneered, how could such a mythical creature from the legend appear in the periphery, until one day a red dragon passed through the clouds above all of them. It was young in size, but it was also a dragon.

The entire wild plain became something they could not have imagined in just a few dozen days.

The Frost Forest Clan had 1,200 giant wolf cavalrymen, who were the absolute main force of the Frost Forest Clan.

Although the whole wild plain is large, the outer plain is like a plague of locusts. These mercenary groups plundered more cleanly than the nomads, and the remaining monsters that were not hunted were all tough.

The clans also fought back, but the force composition of each wandering group was different, and they were all tough. It was difficult to wipe them out without concentrating the forces. The clans themselves are an extremely scattered alliance. Except for the orders of the Great Khan, they neither listened to the orders nor the announcements.

It was even more difficult to get them to work together to encircle and suppress.

They also successfully encircled and suppressed several people alone, and each time they suffered a lot of losses. These people had a feeling of dying rather than surrendering when fighting, and they could not capture any prisoners.

This kind of rapid elimination should be very suitable for the fighting thinking of these clans, but this time the speed was too fast, making everyone feel overwhelmed.

Eliminate the weak.

Select the strong.

This was their code.

They need to push inwards, and the small clans are the victims of their plan. They have lost a lot of young people and will eventually have to merge into these big clans.

The big clans that integrate all resources will be unprecedentedly powerful and can launch a large-scale plunder.

But now people are fleeing and scattering, who can help them advance?

You can't let your clan bleed.

"Clan leader, someone outside wants to see you. Yes, those legions wandering outside say they can join us."

The Frost Forest Clan leader stopped, as if he knew how to solve the problem of insufficient manpower.

"Let him in."

The long-eared man in green clothes walked in and looked at the huge figure sitting at the top of the tent.

And the other party also cast his eyes on him.

These long-eared men are very good at fighting. He knew that he had seen that they were even more accurate in archery than the clan's good boys.

He opened his mouth slowly.

"Speak, I'm listening."

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"Drink slowly, there are other broths."

Ji Lin was giving broth to a remnant soldier he dragged out from a group of corpses. There were eight more remnants like him. When Ji Lin found them, this small scout unit was being surrounded and killed by a team of 60 horse archers.

The horse archers relied on their horses and approached the range of 120 to continue their harassment tactics.

As a matter of course, they were all shot into sieves by muskets and crossbows. Ji Lin was not afraid of anything other than shock cavalry. How could a horse archer with such a short range dare to fight against muskets and crossbows?

He was more curious about what these scouts who were dressed like nomads were doing here, so he brought them back to the camp.

The broth was made from wild vegetables and giant deer meat. It tasted slightly bitter, but it tasted good with the air-dried venison. Although it was called the Savage Plain, the biological resources were unexpectedly rich, with various wild small animals and a small amount of edible wild vegetables.

They had changed their combat strategy in the past 20 days, choosing a small valley that was easy to defend and difficult to attack as their stationing location, and covered it with a lot of vegetation. If the steam spider continued to maneuver over long distances, it would be directly scrapped due to insufficient spare parts.

He used this small valley as a base to start clearing some of the monster infantry that had been displayed on his map before, with the premise of saving ammunition exchange ratio as the highest. The principle of replenishing every 30 days was really an extreme test of the lord's resource allocation ability.

If he had horses, he could carry many times the resources he has now.