The Great Wilderness.
Stone Turtle Tribe.
Watching the deep mountain lit by firelight and then sinking back into darkness, Shi Hu felt a chill throughout his body, and his heart sank completely into the abyss.
"Lord Lin, why is the help you promised still not here?"
Shi Hu's voice was hoarse, with less respect in his tone and more of suppressed anger.
Over a thousand able-bodied men!
That was the foundation of the Stone Turtle Tribe's survival!
But now, Lu Yuan has slaughtered them all, not leaving a single survivor!
Even if help arrives now.
The Stone Turtle Tribe has been gravely wounded and will need at least ten years of recuperation to slowly recover.
And all of this was due to the empty promises of the man in brocade clothes.
"Aren't they just a bunch of mortal ants? Dead is dead, what's there to lament?"
The man in brocade clothes coldly snorted, just about to say something, but when he saw Shi Hu's bloodshot eyes, he swallowed his words back down.
