Unlike the Great Yin shamans who almost never participated in wars, the barbarian shamans possessed considerable power. When they found that there was a shaman on the opposite side whom they could not defeat, the little counterattack momentum that the barbarian warriors had fought hard for was immediately forced to stop, and ended in a hasty end.
The dry ground outside the city of Salie was soaked with blood, but the wars over the years had kept the land dark brown, and there were no traces of it. The soldiers of Chaofeng Camp silently brought the bodies of their fallen comrades back to the city, leaving only the dead barbarian warriors lying silently outside the city. The barbarians who withdrew were indifferent to this. Liam Ye watched Fang Ruhui give an order, and according to the usual practice, they burned the bodies clean.
"When will the next attack be?" Liam Ye asked Fang Ruhui and Tan Kaijiang, who had more say in this matter.
Fang Ruhui's expression was complicated. "I'm not sure either."
Tan Kaijiang sighed, "Originally, the joint attack of the medium-sized tribes would last for at least several waves, and finally the people of the three major tribes would attack. Now they have retreated directly, and no one knows when they will attack again." He explained.
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