After dismissing everyone, only Arthur remained in the tent.
Arthur began to consider the current situation.
His two fingers tapped rhythmically on the tabletop.
Bronn's addition changed nothing.
Even if he was very strong, he was ultimately just one person.
Moreover, with his self-preserving nature, he wouldn't throw himself into a death trap.
And his information about Deep Valley City should be true.
He could completely understand Lofo Deep Valley's feelings.
After all, he was the one deeply besieged, not himself.
Once the city fell, his life and tribe would be annihilated.
But the problem was that he currently had no way to relieve Deep Valley City.
He didn't believe he had that capability.
This was no longer about seeking wealth in danger, but about throwing a meat bun at a dog—a futile effort.
He needed a plan, a plan that would give the besieging enemy a headache.
He needed chaos, chaos that would allow him to exploit their weaknesses.
A barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of Arthur's mouth.
Those traces, the wildmen must have discovered them by now.
He had long seen through the wildmen's nature:
"Simple, direct, vengeful."
These so-called freemen could abandon everything for revenge.
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Inside the Burning Men Tribe's beast tent, within the besieging camp outside Deep Valley City.
Ti Mei's son Ti Mei was having a headache.
The Plainsmen's stone city walls were too difficult for the wildmen, who had no siege experience.
They possessed fierce wildness and the courage to fight to the death.
But stone walls, for them,
had neither trees to climb nor soft earth to dig.
Crude wooden ladders couldn't reach the city top, and rough ropes couldn't be effectively secured.
Even if they managed to climb up, they would be met with dense arrow rain and hurled stones.
However, at this moment, a series of piercing wails suddenly came from all over the camp!
Interrupting Ti Mei's son Ti Mei's thoughts.
Ti Mei's son Ti Mei abruptly stood up.
Immediately following, more wails emanated from various parts of the camp, one after another.
Even his own Burning Men Tribe's camp echoed with similar wails and chaos!
He didn't have time to think, grabbing the fine sword he had captured from a Plainsman beside him.
He dashed out of the beast tent and sprinted towards the source of the wails.
He immediately saw the Chief of Howl Mountain Tribe.
The Chief of Howl Mountain Tribe, who had argued with him earlier.
He almost didn't recognize him.
He was clearly in the prime of his life.
Just the day before, he had been full of vigor.
But now.
His body seemed to have aged in an instant.
His hair was white.
He was so hunched over he was unrecognizable.
At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground.
In his arms, he held something charred black, almost unidentifiable as human.
His eyes bloodshot, he let out a beast-like lament.
Continuously cursing loudly, his voice hoarse and pained.
"Son! My son! My child!" the Chief of Howl Mountain Tribe wailed, his voice heartbroken.
Now Ti Mei's son Ti Mei knew the truth of the rumors.
He gripped the captured longsword tightly, his knuckles white from the force.
These Plainsmen, they actually hunted them right under their noses!
"Chase! Kill them! Avenge our warriors!" The wildmen of Howl Mountain Tribe had fallen into complete frenzy.
"These damned Plainsmen! I'll chop them into mincemeat!" The wildmen of Milk Snake Tribe and Wuzi Tribe also roared in anger, their eyes bloodshot.
The Chief of Howl Mountain Tribe suddenly stood up, looking at Ti Mei's son Ti Mei with bloodshot eyes:
"Ti Mei's son Ti Mei!"
"Howl Mountain Tribe will not stay here! Accompanying these stone city walls!"
"Howl Mountain Tribe will find those Plainsmen! And cut off their heads!"
The wildmen of Milk Snake Tribe and Wuzi Tribe, at this moment, were like ignited powder kegs.
"Count us in!"
"Go cut off their heads! Avenge our children and brothers!"
In the camp, a violent rage spread like wildfire.
Hundreds of bloodshot eyes all spoke the same word—revenge!
Ti Mei's son Ti Mei watched the out-of-control wildmen, his heart sinking.
He was also very angry, but he knew that at this moment, the bigger picture should take precedence.
Not taking Deep Valley City would be like having a sharp thorn stuck in their path forward and their retreat.
The stone city walls.
Were already extremely difficult to attack.
Now.
If their forces were further dispersed.
Weakening their siege power.
He suddenly took a step forward.
Attempting to stop them.
"Stop!" he shouted loudly, his voice carrying undeniable authority.
"The city walls! That is our true objective!"
He pointed to the distant, not-so-tall stone castle.
Deep Valley City, which at this moment seemed so imposing.
"Have you forgotten how many tribesmen have died attacking this city?!"
"Once dispersed, our strength will be weakened!"
"At that time, no one will be able to breach this city!"
"For our goal! This city wall must be taken!"
However.
The enraged wildmen simply wouldn't listen to any persuasion.
The Chief of Howl Mountain Tribe roared at him.
"Ti Mei's son Ti Mei!"
"You sit in your beast tent, listening to the wails of your tribesmen! Are you unmoved?!"
"That was my son!"
"They died right before our eyes! Hunted like livestock!"
"I don't care about plunder anymore! I want revenge!"
"I want to kill all the Plainsmen! Both men and women, old and young! Kill them all!" The angry roars echoed throughout the camp.
The tribe leaders of Milk Snake Tribe and Wuzi Tribe also stepped forward.
Their eyes filled with strong dissatisfaction towards Ti Mei's son Ti Mei.
"Ti Mei's son Ti Mei!"
"You are not our leader!"
"You have no right to command us!"
"We will go for revenge! We will go cut off the heads of those Plainsmen!"
Ti Mei's son Ti Mei looked at them.
Looking at those eyes filled with hatred and fury.
He knew he couldn't stop them.
Their anger had surpassed all reason.
All strategy.
"Damn it!" he cursed internally.
His grip on the longsword tightened, his knuckles white.
All he could do.
Was watch helplessly.
Watching Howl Mountain Tribe, Milk Snake Tribe, Wuzi Tribe.
Over three hundred wildman warriors.
Led by their respective tribe leaders.
Filled with hatred and killing intent.
Left the besieging camp.
Like a group of enraged beasts, roaring.
Rushing into the depths of the night.
To pursue those Plainsmen.
Stone Crow Tribe, Heier Tribe, and some other tribes.
Also sent people to follow.
They didn't even know where those Plainsmen had gone.
They only knew that they had to kill all the Plainsmen they could find!
And that stone castle.
Behind them, it seemed even more unshakeable.
An angry, silent wildman from the Burning Men Tribe stepped forward.
"What do we do, Ti Mei's son Ti Mei?!"
Ti Mei's son Ti Mei looked at them, at their tribesmen.
Among the wildmen who were hunted, there were also warriors from the Burning Men Tribe.
His tribesmen were also exceptionally angry.
And also wanted to pursue those Plainsmen.
But
Ti Mei's son Ti Mei looked at Deep Valley City.
"We will get our revenge!"
"After this damned stone castle is taken by us!"
"After all the Plainsmen hiding inside are killed by us!"