They crouch on the ground, as if waiting for something. After a while, two Warriors come over, responsible for routine patrols. Unfortunately, they walk into an ambush, the Natives appear, and a javelin pierces through the Warrior's chest, leaving no time for a cry for help, as they're directly dragged into the depths of the forest.
Several days pass.
Besides those who died in battle, some Warriors mysteriously disappeared. Clearly, they have encountered misfortune.
Chen Feng's eyes flash with a hint of cold light.
Memories shift again: a tribal stronghold where hundreds of peculiar-looking Natives live, they smear some mud on their faces. At the forefront is an elderly man, age deeply advanced, face wrinkled like tree bark.
These people wear quite vivid attire, like they are worshiping something. The Warrior's image appears once more, but now he is somewhat bloodied and ragged, having clearly suffered beatings and torture.
In the final image, the elderly Native uses a knife to slit the Warrior's throat, the blood flows abundantly onto the ground, while the surrounding crowd raises their arms, appearing exceedingly excited and frenzied.
At this point, the images end.
The atmosphere is heavy, some Warriors even clench their fists, they too saw the images just now.
Companions who arrived together were cruelly murdered by this group, no one knows what kind of fear and torture their companions faced at the last moment.
Chen Feng furrows his brow slightly, recalling everything he just saw.
Through memories, he discovers that the opponent's camp environment is filthy; in some views, there's even a vast patch of excrement on the ground, men, women, and children barefoot tread upon it, their faces showing no discomfort whatsoever. Besides, the houses are very low, like heaps of weeds and trees, yet the outer fences are quite sturdy, all comprised of thick logs, even enormous beasts cannot directly break through.
These images give an impression of desolation.
Like a primitive tribe, without any formal civilization being born.
Chaos, slaughter, filth.
Everything here is so primitive and desolate.
But none of this is what Chen Feng cares about; what he is concerned with is the opponent's attitude, his soldiers have been killed and the culprits are these strange Natives.
They seem to be worshiping something; there's a detail where the elder Native, while cutting the Warrior's neck, chants words, and behind him stands a rampant, fierce statue. However, all of this is too obscure for Chen Feng to clearly see.
The true purpose of these Natives is no longer important.
What matters is, they have provoked Chen Feng.
Warriors captured and senselessly tortured and killed, to Chen Feng this is undoubtedly a declaration of war.
Chen Feng will not sit idly by, nor does he plan to give these Natives another chance to strike, to nip potential threats in the bud is his life's principle.
Chen Feng condenses a Flame Longsword in his hand, raises it high, first surveilling the Warriors around him, then loudly exclaims, "Our companions were murdered, this is simply a provocation!"
"Do you accept this fact with cowardice, or follow me to raze the opponent's camp and avenge our deceased companions?"
Waves of intense voices strike the hearts of the Warriors.
Everyone is flushed, even the blood vessels in their eyes are visible, after a series of battles, they have transformed. No longer are they the timid ordinary people, but true Warriors who dare to fight monsters, dare to engage in combat with insects, dare to chop off zombie heads with bare hands.
Blade, weapon, professionals, Magic Crystal Cannon.
With this advantage, how could these people possibly swallow this grievance? Without hesitation, everyone raises their arms, almost simultaneously, shouting: "Revenge!"
"Revenge!"
"Revenge!"
Terror and murderous intent emerge from the Warriors. At this moment, even the surrounding forest fills with a strong air of killing intent. Some beasts feel this and flee in panic.
Chen Feng lowers the Longsword in his hand, his face nearly resembling a stone, terrifyingly grim.
People need to hold their destinies in their own hands, facing war is no different. He needs to stay here for some time. Accepting reality without resistance may embolden the other side.
Revenge!
Like the previous beasts, any enemy posing a danger to oneself should be exterminated.
Furthermore, Chen Feng has other plans.
These people have robust physiques, their strength evidently far exceeds that of ordinary humans. Now the Economic Development Zone and East Bridge are being rebuilt, manpower is needed everywhere. If he can capture these Natives, it could undoubtedly speed up the construction.
Moreover, regarding such captives, there's no need to discuss human rights. Their value lies solely in labor!
Revenge begins!
Beyond fruits and minerals, to Chen Feng, these human populations are equally vital resources.