Wild Fire
From a long distance away a great fire could be seen and the scent of blood hung oppressively in the air.
Ji Hao was standing on a large tree, hiding behind branches and leaves while looking at the valley miles away.
This valley was the resident place of the Fire Leopard Clan, and it had an ideal location to live in. In front of the village a winding river was passing by, supplying plenty of water to the village; behind the village was a steep cliff, which was thickly strewn with thorns and surrounded the valley from three directions.
At the moment, the village of the Fire Leopard Clan had already been breached. The cabins and cottages that were distributed randomly in the valley had all been set ablaze; black smoke rose high and reached to the sky.
Inside the valley over ten thousands of dead bodies were scattered in a state of disarray and judging from appearances, they were all clansmen of the Fire Leopard Clan. Hundreds of crimson blood-crocodiles, each being tens of feet long, were lying on the ground and were feasting on those bloody bodies.
At the back of the valley there was an area that was abundant with thick thorns, creating a natural barrier that upon first glance was impassable; a winding trail was hiding amongst those dense thorns, secretly leading to the top of the cliff behind the village.
At the top of the cliff, there were numerous Fire Leopard Clan’s people huddled up on the ground; some kids were crying and wailing.
A tall flagpole, made of beast bones, was standing erect at the end of the trail; tens of fire-red leopard tails could be seen tied to it, fluttering along with the wind. Sharp howling came from those tails and tens of faint red phantoms of leopards, each being nearly one hundred feet long, were darting around through those highly poisonous thorns, each spewing large flaming sparks and black smoke from time to time.
“The banner that carried the ancestors’ souls of the Fire Leopard Clan!” murmured Qing Ying, who stood beside Ji Hao looking at the tens of feet high flagpole, “it seems that the Fire Leopard Clan’s Maguspriests became desperate. Unless facing a deadly danger no one would dare to disturb the peaceful rest of their ancestors and call them out to fight.”
“Whoo~ Whoo~”
An odd reedy shouting sound could be heard. Hundreds of muscular Blood Crocodile Clan’s warriors were trying their best to throw the torches in their hands into the clump of thorns, attempting to burn those annoying thorns out and open up a broad road, leading to the top of the cliff.
However, to deter their actions, tens of phantoms of fire leopards were flashing around inside the clump of thorns. Whenever branches were emblazed, these fire leopards could be seen darting over instantly, opening their mouths and inhaling every single fiery spark into their open maws. Those Blood Crocodile Clan’s warriors had thrown thousands of torches made with beasts fat towards the clump of thorns, but failed to burn clear even a little bit of it.
Large groups of short, green-skinned, bulging-eyed and frog-like men were waving their exquisite blowguns, loudly cursing towards the Fire Leopard Clan’s people on the cliff top. These were the Ghost Frog Clan’s people.
Nearly a hundred captured Fire Leopard Clan’s women were pressed down on the ground by these Ghost Frog Clan’s warriors; besides each of these women were a group of Ghost Fog Clan men waiting impatiently. These women were struggling and crying desperately on the ground, their voices caused all of the Fire Leopard Clan’s children on the clifftop to start wailing and screaming.
“Cowards of the Fire Leopard Clan! We’ve slaughtered your clansmen, we’ve burned your village, and we’re playing with your women!” shouted a Ghost Frog Clan’s warrior, whose skin was thickly dotted with fist-sized pustules and was riding on a poisonous ghost frog tens of feet long, “Look! The skins of your women are so white and tender, haha! A lot whiter than our Ghost Frog Clan women! Are you gonna watch them tortured to death by us?”
“No!”
Following the raging growl, a sturdy man whose body was covered in the blood of his missing left arm and presumeably some enemies, jumped up from among the few hundred Fire Leapord Clan’s warriors remaining by their ancestor’s tailed flagpole. He rushed fiercely down along the trail filled with anger and hatred.
The Fire Leopard Clan warrior who had ran down the nearly seven miles long trail was gasping heavily, and waving his iron axe, hacking towards the nearest enemy.
Tens of Ghost Frog Clan’s warriors raised their blowguns together. Along with the swishing sounds, tens of black poisonous thorns were blown out and proceeded to deeply embed themselves in the Fire Leopard Clan warrior’s body. The venom on the black thorns quickly spread, the body of the Fire Leopard Clan warrior immediately began to swell, and countless pustules were emerging from his skin within the span of few breaths. The Fire Leopard Clan’s warrior could only stagger less than ten steps forward before collapsing, his sturdy body hitting the ground heavily.
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