"Basham, this is the village of my White Armor Clan... Are you trying to make an enemy of us!"
The middle-aged man, resembling a lion, draws a beast leg bone as thick as his arm with a reverse grip, holding it like a heavy hammer, as the giant leg bone lands heavily on the ground.
Buzz~
A wave of soil directly rolls up in all directions.
The lion-like man watches the frail mustached man with eyes full of hatred.
For a moment, the warriors from the Red Stone Clan were forced to step back under the pressure.
"The White Armor Tribe has only a tenth the population of the Red Stone Clan. Isaiah, your people still need to come to my Red Stone Tribe to sell beast hides. I'll lend you the courage of ten men; do you dare go to war with my Red Stone Clan!"
The frail man with tufts of a small mustache has eyes full of fierceness at this moment.
"I'll smash you into a heap of rotten mud..." The voice of Isaiah, the Clan Leader of the White Armor Clan, is like piercing cold wind.
