My Talent Panel Can Add Points-Chapter 122 - 108: Decision! Attack Blood Axe! (2)

Chapter 122: Chapter 108: Decision! Attack Blood Axe! (2)

Ye Mingqiu waved his hand, signaling the surrounding beastmen to handle the box while he stood up and continued, looking at the throne behind him: "This chair was perfect for the previous chief, but it’s too small for me. Go make a new chair; I will hang the heads of the Beast Kings on it."

"Yes!"

Two beastmen nodded in response, eyes full of admiration for the strong.

Withered Bones, the shaman, however, showed a terrified expression and said, "Oh, King, the power of the Blood Axe Tribe is absolutely something our Black Fang Tribe cannot contend with. Please reconsider."

"Enough, my mind is made up. Select one hundred of the strongest warriors; I will form my own exclusive guard team, called... Tyrant’s Fang." Ye Mingqiu said.

It’s over, all is over.

Withered Bones glared hatefully at Engraving, leaned on his Bone Staff, and walked out of the hall, already prepared for the Black Fang Tribe’s demise. Perhaps... this is fate.

"Master Blood Erosion Fang, please let me join your guard team as well!" Mogena raised her head and said.

"Oh?"

Ye Mingqiu squinted his eyes, carefully examining Mogena’s status attributes.

[Mogena (Level 5 Leader)]

[Race: Beast Race]

[Attributes: Power: 12, Agility: 13, Constitution: 15, Spirit: 24]

[Skills: Swift Aura, Life Transfer Skill, Inspiring Aura, Perseverance Aura]

After reading the attributes, Ye Mingqiu’s eyes suddenly lit up. Unlike those ordinary beastmen who mainly grow in attributes, Mogena actually sacrificed all attribute growth to gain multiple aura abilities, becoming a top-tier support.

No wonder the Black Fang Tribe’s beastman warriors were already killed like that, yet could continue to fight against the Blood Axe Tribe’s beastman warriors. It turned out they had triple aura enhancements.

That explains it.

"Very well, I accept your loyalty. Show me your value and strength." Ye Mingqiu replied.

On the other side, Engraving also cast Detection Skill on Mogena. This time the detection did not fail; although Mogena’s Mental Attribute is not low, it is still too fragile compared to mages.

She didn’t even realize she was being probed, only feeling uncomfortable with Engraving’s gaze, frowning slightly as she stared at the other party.

...

Not long after, on the open ground in the great camp, one hundred of the tribe’s strongest beastman warriors were gathered together, their eyes focused on the man standing like a mountain peak on the high platform, the supreme and powerful giant beastman warrior, their King - Grom Gal.

Ye Mingqiu stood before the beastmen, arms crossed, releasing a powerful spiritual pressure, and proudly shouted: "Beastman warriors of the Black Fang Tribe, now, as your king, I will form the strongest guard team, Tyrant’s Fang. You will become the strongest Fang of the Black Fang Tribe, biting down the enemy’s blood and flesh, tearing apart their throats!"

"Tear them apart!"

"Tear them apart!"

The beastman warriors shouted loudly, one wave higher than the next. Compared to the shaman who would ponder and reflect, ordinary beastman warriors would not think that much at all.

They only knew Ye Mingqiu was strong, their King was powerful, and following the King to become part of the King’s guard team was their glory, an honor all beastmen crave.

"Good! Very spirited!"

Ye Mingqiu loudly exclaimed with satisfaction, hands behind him.

In some ways, beastman warriors are the easiest to inspire. You don’t need to coerce them with various means. You just need to let them know you are powerful, worth following, and they will risk their lives for you.

Then, Ye Mingqiu turned to look at Engraving beside him, who quickly understood, took out a map from the Storage Space, drew the action route, and said: "Master Blood Erosion Fang, our planned route is like this; we just need to turn here and go there...."

"Why not go straight? Isn’t there a road there?" Ye Mingqiu angrily shouted.

"King, that road is guarded by the Stone Claw Tribe, occupying mountain terrain that’s easy to defend and hard to attack, preventing us from sending so many people through." Engraving explained.

"Bang!"

Ye Mingqiu took out the Blood Spear and slammed it into the ground, creating a large pit, glaring with blood-red eyes, and cursed: "Defying the heavens, they even dare to block my way, does their tribe have a King?"

King is not a title everyone can use; only those who reach Dominator Level can be called King, referred to as Beast King by other beastmen. Monarch Level Beastmen are referred to as Chief.

"No."

Engraving answered.

"Cursed beings, even a tribe without a Beast King dares to block my way? They really don’t know how strong our Black Fang Tribe is! Charge straight ahead! Kill! Kill! Kill!" Ye Mingqiu raised his weapon and shouted.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The other beastmen below echoed together, voices booming and surging, filled with murderous intent. They were like an invincible army, never retreating from any enemy they might face in the future.

Seeing this situation, Engraving’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He felt that the mind of this Blood Erosion Fang seemed to have a big problem, initially thinking this guy was smart but never expecting him to be so reckless.

Although he is a Dominator Level Beast King, now he is only Level 2. Compared to a Level 5 Monarch Level Chief, his strength is still somewhat lacking, and if facing multiple chiefs in an attack, even a Beast King has a life risk.

This guy is really too reckless!

However... this is also good!

Engraving smiled; as a Spiritualist, he does not seek victory in war but rather gains enough significant benefits from the conflict.

If he can catch a supporting role during the Beast King’s attack and obtain a treasure chest, even if the chest’s value is diluted, it doesn’t matter as long as there’s profit.

If the Beast King dies in battle, he will flee; if the Beast King escapes injured, he will seize the opportunity to loot; if the Beast King wins greatly, he will offer more value to the Beast King. His core purpose is profit, loyalty only serving to gain more benefits.

From afar, Withered Bone Shaman watched them, sighs accompanying his depiction of the defense array with various materials, hoping the Black Fang Tribe could endure a while longer.

....

Panshi Valley, the famous dangerous pass of the Northern Territory

On both sides of the valley are near-vertical cliffs of a thousand feet, gray-black rocks reflecting cold, hard light at dawn, a unique mineral of this world, with extremely high hardness, almost impossible to destroy by conventional means.

This is the basic element forming such a perilous pass.

The passage in the middle is exceedingly narrow, like a crevice in a giant eagle’s beak, the widest part barely fitting two or three chariots abreast.

This is the path controlled by the Stone Claw Tribe, the key shortcut to the Blood Axe Tribe, and the entrance to the core area of the Stone Claw Tribe.

The beastman warriors of the Stone Claw Tribe are very special, with skin as tough as rock and astonishing throwing strength.

They constructed walkways using thick vines and logs at the cliffs on both sides of the pass, only allowing a few recognized individuals to pass.

Huge boulders, burning barrels of oil, and grinding disc-sized sharp stone bullets are piled at the preset points, ready to fall from above, unleashing unparalleled power in this treacherous terrain.

At the end of the passage stands a heavy gate carved from a single giant rock, covered in rough stone totem symbols, faintly emitting earthy yellow elemental waves, evidently strengthened by some force.

Leading the Black Fang Guard Team of one hundred Tyrant’s Fang, Ye Mingqiu gazed at the perilous terrain of Panshi Valley, squinting his eyes as he muttered to himself: "Hmm, this terrain is interesting; if it were someone else, they might have to detour."

"King, you are the strongest Beast King; even such a treacherous pass will yield to you." Engraving bowed and praised.

He guessed this giant beastman would likely charge mindlessly, blocking as much damage as possible, minimizing the damage to the large troop, although the reduction would probably not be much.

And then, something incredible happened.

The giant beastman, standing four meters tall, actually raised the Blood Spear, subtly transforming it into a staff, a Ruby Staff.

And that wasn’t the most shocking part. What Engraving and his team couldn’t believe was that spiritual energy waves were emanating from the giant beastman’s staff, flames of magic being drawn, rapidly forming suspended fireballs.

Not only that, but the fireballs were constantly growing, their color deepening, their power increasing as spiritual energy was infused, becoming increasingly powerful and terrifying.

Engraving was completely stunned.

This beastman, this giant beastman, he could actually use magic! Damn it! His magic skills were apparently even better than mine?!