I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 194 - 90: Fertile Soils, Rain Master Dragon Fish (Part 2)

The general structure of the Witch Array remains intact, which means it can be copied just like the previous Copper Talisman Witch Array.

What a good thing.

As long as it's learned, one ship can turn into two.

Even if the materials are somewhat lacking, we can upgrade them gradually.

The contributions of these dozen or so clan members with Huo Jia are not small.

As time passed, more and more clan members gathered around. The clan soldiers who escorted them into the mountains were a bit envious upon hearing the excitement outside the mountains.

By evening, bonfires were lit, and everyone gathered around each fire, continuing to listen to the stories of the battles outside the mountains with the Xiaoyang.

Ancestral Temple.

The newly constructed Ancestral Temple, nine zhang deep and twelve zhang wide. Since it was just completed, the Divine Platform and Sacrificial Artifact Platform were not yet fully built, and the Divine Tablet and Sacrificial Artifact were temporarily placed down.

Under the altar.

Shen Can watched the battle report sent by Huo Chang.

Huo Jia led the return with the Flying Ship, the battle report was sent later, catching up with Huo Jia and the group to the valley.

In this report, Huo Chang detailed how the clan members.

He said he had prepared beast oil and wood to set the Xiaoyang on fire, but unfortunately, the clansmen drove the Xiaoyang away first.

Nothing else, Shen Can saw Huo Chang's smugness throughout.

How could he not be smug? He was smug too.

Huo Qingg, Huo Jia, Huo Tu, Shi Leii... and others in the clan emerged one after another, gaining experience from a battle, ensuring they could be deployed with confidence in the future.

The era of the Blazing Flame having no usable personnel is over.

The Xiaoyang were quite good, helping to bring out so many clansmen for the Blazing Flame.

Additionally, Huo Chang also detailed how Shi Jun and the Blood Curse Guard, when fighting the Xiaoyang Race Soldiers, used witchcraft-like methods to kill the leading Myriarch of the Xiaoyang.

According to the confessions of the captured Xiaoyang Race Soldiers, the Myriarch killed by the Blood Curse Guard was of Celestial Vein Seventh Layer strength.

As Shen Can read the battle report, a burly figure appeared outside the Ancestral Temple and sat at the entrance, unmoving.

Shen Can looked up, recognizing Huo Shan.

The simple reason was that during this tribal displacement, Huo Shan led the clan soldiers for protection along the way and did not participate in the outside battle. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

He was yearning for more.

But in this northern relocation, with Huo Chang staying outside, Huo Shan had to go into the mountains.

...

Outside the mountain.

The Xiaoyang Three Divisions led the remaining forces in retreat, with only about five thousand out of the initial twenty thousand Xiaoyang Race Soldiers making it near the original Copper Shell Ruins Market.

The remnants didn't dare to stop, heading south and crossing the old Zhushui riverbed before they began to regroup.

"Hahaha!"

Muo Qiu, Qiu Bear, and Mu Xun, each in a disheveled state, looked at each other when they finally gathered again and burst into laughter.

They made it out alive!

"I saw the Myriarch Qiu Feihuai being dragged out by his subordinates."

After laughing, Muo Qiu looked at Qiu Bear.

"The two Myriarchs of Muo Chang were killed by the Human Race. The remnants from the clan land still linger; we need to find Myriarch Qiu Feihuai quickly to give an account to the clan land."

Afterwards, they ordered the clan soldiers to search for Qiu Feihuai.

Within a day, they intercepted the Xiaoyang Race Soldiers, who were heavily injured and moving south with Qiu Feihuai.

"Is the Myriarch okay?"

On the back of a Crocodile Dragon, Qiu Feihuai's stomach had a large hole pierced through it, with many bloodstains on his body, mostly from Armor-Piercing Arrows.

"Let's go back to the Clan Division first; I reckon the Human Race won't come out of the mountains."

The group headed to Muo Qiu's tribe, finding a not-so-skilled wizard to treat Qiu Feihuai's injuries.

After two days, Qiu Feihuai finally managed to stand with difficulty.

Hearing reports from his subordinates, he realized he was the only surviving Myriarch out of three, with less than two thousand of the ten thousand soldiers remaining, nearly collapsing again.

In Ji Land, for similar Xiaoyang casualties, the Human Race often paid even heavier prices.

He hadn't completed the task and was the only Myriarch left; Qiu Feihuai thought about the consequences of returning.

He might even go to see the ancestral grave.

Muo Qiu, upon knowing Qiu Feihuai was awake, immediately visited.

Upon entering, Muo Qiu and Mu Xun glanced at Qiu Bear.

Qiu Bear stepped forward, saying, "Myriarch, this time we did not clarify the relationship between the tribe in the mountains and the Lingyu Bo Division. Muo Chang's two Myriarchs fell into a trap and were killed by the Human Race."

Qiu Feihuai stood silent.

After a while, he looked at the three present.

"Is this how you handle clan affairs in the Northern Lands?"

"It's all for the tribe."

Muo Qiu lowered his eyelids.

They had initially come to the Northern Lands to support the clan's strongmen, but here, they weren't allowed to return, and the grievance had nowhere to go.

Fortunately, with the Golden Crow passing, the Miasma Swamp was scorched into a wasteland.

Mu Xun and Qiu Bear were the same. While each of their previous tribes wasn't in the core territory, it was better than being exiled to the Northern Lands.

If the northern human race were weak, it might have been fine, but the northern human race was even tougher than the brutes in Ji Land.

How do they expect us to do our job?

Last time, over ten thousand soldiers perished.

This time, thousands more died.

If not for the three of them quickly annexing the Scattered Division, the tribe might have fallen apart with these losses.

Qiu Feihuai touched the hole in his stomach, the pain shooting to his head as he remembered the cries of his kin echoing in his ears.

He'd only heard such sounds when brutally massacring humans before.

The masked figures seemed to emerge from a pool of blood.

Looking down at his wound, Qiu Feihuai muttered under his breath, "With the Lingyu Bo Division intervening, losing makes sense."