"Cough!" Qinglang vomited out a lot of blood, managed to get up and looked around.

The number of tribesmen was less than half that before the expedition, and the losses were extremely heavy. If the battle continued, there was a high chance that the entire army would be annihilated.

After all, once the remaining tribesmen of the other side arrive who have not yet appeared, our own small number of troops will really not be able to withstand it.

'We have to withdraw!'

The thought came to Qing Lang's mind. No one wants to fight a losing war.

A voice sounded from behind the black bear.

"Chief of the Black Bear clan, you are lucky to have my help this time. If it happens again, do you still have the confidence to win?"

Zhao Hao came over and raised his eyebrows.

Hearing this, Black Bear's original intention of giving up due to concerns about casualties disappeared instantly.

I was lucky to have someone help me this time. What will I do next time?

So he was prepared to ‘cut the grass and root out the roots’.

Roar!

In the sky, four golden dragons spread their wings and flew from a distance.

There are also a large number of bearmen coming from the rear, which shows that the two tribes of Green Wolf and Giant Snake are in doom today.

If you don't annihilate these living forces, it will be difficult to win over the opponent's tribe. The totem pole is very greedy.

Orc warriors and tribal totems, Zhao Hao wants them all.
Chapter completed!