Chapter 139 Blood Flag

"Did you hear that? It's no big deal. They will definitely have to spend a lot of effort to thresh and dry the grains next. It's just the right time for us to attack!

At that time, you and I can sit on the corpses of those mice and eat the wheat they threshed out for us!"

When Samir said this, all the jackals also laughed evilly.

It seems as if Windsor's food is already at your fingertips.

Only the jackal sentry frowned, because in his memory, those rats had specialized personnel responsible for the subsequent work.

There seems to be no need to mobilize all the rats for threshing and drying the grain.

If this continues, the jackals will kick themselves onto the iron plate.

So he took courage and spoke to the great shaman:

"But Great Shaman, according to my observation, those rats seem to have specialized rats to handle these follow-up tasks, and their main force has already gone to rest.

I’m afraid it’s no longer appropriate to attack now.”

The Jackal Sentinel hoped that the Great Shaman would change his mind and stop being so blind. However, when he inadvertently raised his gaze, what he saw was the Great Shaman's fierce eyes.

That look in his eyes made him want to eat him up.

"If you want to become a tribal warrior, it is crucial to learn how to make battle flags.

The steps are not complicated, I will teach you step by step."

Under the call of the bloody battle flag, Samir led a group of warriors out of the tent, and happened to see Jamilo's little daughter playing with several little jackals.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The joy of giving people hope in despair, and then crushing it completely, made Samir laugh wildly again.

At this time, any defeatist remarks are extremely dangerous. This is a valuable lesson they learned in tribal struggles.

"cut!"

All the jackal warriors were excited.

However, his words never aroused any sympathy from the jackals, and most of the tribal warriors also looked down on the "traitor" in front of them from the bottom of their hearts.

Priest Birol agreed to this request, but just in case, he still asked about the human defense on the river bank.

"Your father is here!"

"My name is Anna."

After saying that, a jackal warrior held a sharp ax and grabbed the sentry.

The sentry didn't understand what was going on, so he could only keep begging for mercy. However, the ax fell quickly, and a wolf's head rolled down on the table.

Blood and sacrifice! The tribal warriors who sacrificed cruelly to the gods are now fully convinced of the final victory!

There are also our war preparations, marches, provisions, and arrangements for God’s warriors.”

Before attacking a hostile force, the orcs would find a way to capture a foreigner, disembowell it, then insert a spearhead into it and make it into a battle flag.

Facing the bloody human head, Anna was so frightened that her face turned pale and her whole body was weak.

Samir asked Jamilo to stand up and speak out to boost morale.

Seeing that he was about to follow in the footsteps of the Sentinels, Jamilo could only helplessly beg for mercy. He was surrounded by jackals, and no one would pity him.

Boom.

How can you have the ambition of those rats! Didn't you hear Jamilo's analysis? How can you delay the opportunity with your poor opinions?

"ah!!!"

She turned around and wanted to escape, but was quickly stopped by a group of tribal warriors.

All that was left were screams, but soon, even the screams were gone.

"You bastard! You traitor! You traitor!

I saw Samir lift up the dead wood cane and hit the ground hard.

"Don't worry, I know that the tribe has always allowed your daughter to exist. You know, everyone likes her."

"Little girl, what's your name?"

"Where's my dad?"

However, for the sake of the tradition of fighting the flag, he had to ask today.

After saying this, Jamilo's head fell to the ground.

"As you command, Great Shaman Samir!"

"Great Shaman, what should we do with her daughter?"

The soldier understood, and then grabbed Jamilo, intending to kill the last human who knew the inside story.

Samir raised the flag and waved it high. Every time he waved it, the corpse on the flag would sway.

He knew the fate of the other party, but he still expected Samir to tell the answer.

"Roar! Blood flag!!!"

Only Samir stretched out his wolf's head and said to Jamilo:

The wooden stick made a crisp sound when it came into contact with the ground.

After cheering up, Samir ordered the tribal warriors:

"Calling all the highland and southern tribes, and sending warriors to the forest kingdom at the same time, let them send troops in advance,

"Blood sacrifice to the gods! Made into a blood battle flag!"

The gnolls in the tribe also roared, and their morale had never been so high.

Ward recalled the web of thorns that covered almost the entire river bank, and the deep trenches filled with spikes.

"As long as everyone likes her, please treat her well!"

Jamilo was moved to tears. Sure enough, only the most educated shamans would care about humans like them.

Little Anna responded innocently, then turned to look at the tent where Jamilo came out.

This is also a signal for the orcs to declare war on the hostile forces.

"Great Shaman!"

The so-called blood battle flag is the tradition of all orc tribes.

Samir, the great shaman, bent down and asked the little girl. He had never bothered to know the name of a human child before.

In Anna's fearful eyes, Samir handed the daggers to the little jackals.

"Please, I have contributed to the tribe, and I have done national service for the jackals! Please spare my life! You can't kill me! I still have a child to raise!"

Facing the little girl's questions, Samir showed a kind smile.

"Anna Battle Flag!!!"

A tribal warrior asked, his words full of excitement.

The jackal Ward also rode a wild boar back to the forest kingdom, asking them to send troops in advance and launch a cross-river attack on the flank of the territory.

He turned around and asked the tribal warriors behind him to hand over Jamilo's head.

Samir suddenly said extremely cruelly, which made Jamilo fall into despair again.

After the sentry died, the great shaman cast a stern look at the gnoll warrior who took action.

I think you are a spy bought by those rats! Warriors of the tribe! Kill this thing that shakes the determination of the warriors!"

In fact, the jackals present didn't quite believe what the great shaman said. It was just that the original plan failed, and the jackals were ready to take action.

Various actions were arranged one by one under Samir's instructions. The Anna war flag was raised by the wild boar riders. Every time the blood war flag reached a tribe, the tribal warriors would roar in response to the call of the great shaman.

Samir said, driving the little jackals to surround Anna.

"No problem, Jamilo, I like her too! But I like her so much that I want to kill her as a sacrifice!!!"

Half an hour later, a bloody flag hanging with a half-cracked corpse stood in the center of the Biting Tribe.

What should we do if the reinforcements from the Forest Kingdom retreat?

"No."

Ward then replied.

"Those humans were not prepared at all, and the entire river bank was wide open!

As long as you, Priest Birol, arrive! It will be smooth sailing by then!"
Chapter completed!