On the north bank of the Qu River, beneath an unknown cliff.
"Those are all our arms and armor!"
"It's our arms and armor!"
Muo Qiu shouted angrily, "The cunning Blazing Flame Tribe soldiers are wearing the armor we looted from Ji Land, driving our Xiaoyang troops into a pathetic retreat."
Mu Xun remained silent.
Qiu Bear wore a menacing expression.
Outside the cliff, members of various Xiaoyang tribes gathered, driven south by the Blazing Flame Tribe from the north.
Clang clang clang!
Qiu Bear banged on a weapon, signaling Muo Qiu to shut up.
"Keep your voice down, so many of our kin outside, it's not good to be overheard."
Muo Qiu glared fiercely at Qiu Bear.
There was no way to refute those words.
"The Desolate Wolf dares to hunt the Desolate Thunder Tiger with a leader."
Mu Xun spoke, "This Blazing Flame Tribe must be destroyed, otherwise we will never have peace in the Northern Lands!"
Its words gained the agreement of Muo Qiu and Qiu Bear.
