I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 191 - 89: Huo Chang: I Am Very Pleased

Huo Chang grabbed the beast hide paper and looked at the battle report on it, instantly filled with joy.

"Clan Leader, this... Huo Qingg says he wants you to dispatch the Blood Sea Guard to him; he intends to hunt down Centurion Xiao and keep the Xiaoyang Race Soldiers outside the mountains and forests."

Huo Kui unfolded another piece of beast hide paper.

Huo Chang was momentarily stunned.

Yes, when going out, I told everyone to fight freely without restraint.

But this is a bit too unrestrained.

Staying in the clan land, digging pits and burying beast oil, somehow feels like it's going to waste.

"Also, Lingyu Bo Division's Flying Ship was taken down by the Xiaoyang Division.

Huo Jia led people into the Xiaoyang Camp to steal this Flying Ship, and it is now on its way back."

Huo Kui's latter words brought Huo Chang's thoughts back.

"Lingyu Flying Ship? What happened?"

How did the unrestricted fight end up involving Lingyu Bo Division?

Then, Huo Chang said, "Send the Flying Ship directly into the mountains to Acan; I think Acan would like it."

"Clan Leader, should the Blood Sea Guard be dispatched?"

"Dispatch them," Huo Chang said, "I want to see what these guys can accomplish without me watching over them."

The Blazing Flame Tribe arose from a humble beginning, lacking too much foundation, and there was no faster and better way to train the clan members than to confront the Alien Race.

Facing Xiaoyang is a test of their will and wits.

Each one who gets this experience can eventually hold their own in the future.

Defeating a few Xiaoyang warriors is nothing; the real joy for Huo Chang is the growth of the clan members.

Besides, what else is he doing in the clan land, originally it was planned to deal the final blow to Xiaoyang.

Now that Xiaoyang cannot come over, it can only mean that their strength is lacking.

He is covering the back; the clan members can fight as they please.

Now there are no worries; if they really can't win, the vast and rugged mountains provide countless places to hide.

Moreover, since the first battle of Zhushui, the clan has been preparing for a rematch with Xiaoyang, gathering various materials.

Enough for the clan members to train freely.

...

The next day.

Muo Chang, with eyes glowing green, stood on the back of a Crocodile Dragon, exuding a chilling aura.

Not a single Xiaoyang dared to come close; even when they moved, they went around him.

The Xiaoyang Race Soldiers set off again, forming a long snake array stretching over several miles.

On the outside, there were dozens of teams of varying sizes, patrolling back and forth on both sides, ready to pounce upon spotting a Human Race.

They also amassed dozens of Crocodile Dragons, tying giant crossbows onto the backs of these dragons with beast hide ropes.

This made the Human Race's ambushes less likely to simultaneously strike dozens of clan soldiers with giant arrows.

To prevent another giant crossbow scenario, scouts were dispersed ten miles out.

If they found a suitable ambush spot ahead, they would have the clan soldiers take the position in advance.

They marched for most of the day; although there were occasional ambushes, it was much better than the previous day.

...

To the northwest, a dozen Blazing Flame Race Soldiers, led by Huo Yan, climbed to the mountain peak.

Each person carried a beast hide bag, and they spread out after finding the windward spot.

Huo Yan sensed the wind direction, just perfect.

"Send the signal, and tell the clan members to clear the area a bit."

Three whistling signal arrows shot into the sky, echoing all around.

"Dump!"

Then the group untied their beast hide bags, releasing the powder inside into the wind.

The mountain wind picked it up, blowing from the northwest, swiftly expanding the powder into a gray, foggy mist drifting towards the southeast.

The wind carried it over more than ten miles, and much of it fell on the marching Xiaoyang Race Soldiers.

At first, some Xiaoyang Race Soldiers started sneezing, but the Xiaoyang Race didn't pay much attention; there was plenty of dust and plant ash in the wilderness, and sneezing from inhaling smoke was normal.

But as time went on, some Xiaoyang began to feel something was wrong, scratching themselves.

Unlike the fully armored Human Race, the Xiaoyang Race had even sturdier bodies with exposed areas like necks, armpits, and wrists.

More Xiaoyang Race Soldiers started scratching themselves, reaching a quarter of the total number.

Some Xiaoyang started scratching because they couldn't resist seeing their fellows scratch.

Muo Chang also felt itchy, tilting his head to scratch his neck, immediately sensing something was off.

"There's something wrong with this wind."

Sneezing sounds echoed, and more people were scratching so much that they were tucking their weapons under their arms.

As a Martial Artist of the Celestial Vein Seventh Layer, Muo Chang circulated his blood energy, instantly removing the itch from his body, but it didn't work for the clan soldiers.

"Damn it, what is up with these Humans!"

"What kind of tricks are these!"

Not only Muo Chang was cursing, but the other two Myriarchs also were swearing.

They never fought such a frustrating battle.

You can't see the people; there are traps everywhere on the road.

After attacking, they run, ambushing everywhere; you can't even rest at night, are the people of Ji Land not the same Humans as the ones in the Northern Lands?

Why is it that the Humans up north are so deceitful and cunning?

It's impossible to defend against them.

Compared to killing hundreds of ambushers, look at the Xiaoyang elite soldiers brought along.

These warriors who even charged through the Bo Division's soldier arrays in Ji Land were driven to mental instability, their eyes bloodshot.

...

Specializing in scratching!

The Blazing Flame Race Soldiers, previously unable to find ambush opportunities, saw some Xiaoyang Race Soldiers patrolling on the outskirts start scratching themselves, and finally understood the orders conveyed to them.

"The Witch Hall certainly knows their stuff."

Each soldier covered themselves tightly and prepared potions, and once more found opportunities for ambush.