CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 35 DUAN’ER SURRENDERS_1

The Werewolves couldn’t understand how five Fifth Order Poison Flies were caught by fishing nets! If Poison Flies could be subdued so easily, did they even deserve to be the tactical core of the Swamp Tribe?

But the reality before Duan’er was just like that. He didn’t know what had happened to the Poison Flies inside the human camp, but he could clearly see that those large nets easily caught all of his Poison Flies.

This... How could they continue to fight?

Duan’er was stunned, and the Werewolves were too.

Soon, the marbles shot from inside the protective wall woke them up again.

By then, the Duan’er Wolf Pack’s morale was completely gone. Although they didn’t know what kind of attack the Poison Flies encountered, they knew that the power that could easily defeat five Poison Flies was not something they could contend with. They couldn’t even climb over the protective wall in front of them.

Retreat? Where could they retreat to? Duan’er had gone all-in... A devastating defeat would mean the Red Mud Wetland would surely belong to other tribes. But if they didn’t retreat, were they just waiting to die here?

At that moment, Duan’er saw the gates of the human camp suddenly open, and the Werewolves who had betrayed him charged out from inside. They wore equipment that looked very high-end at first glance, even their eyes protected by transparent crystal eyepieces, and their teeth gleaming coldly.

These fully-armed Werewolves, holding black batons, charged forward, shouting, "Lord Yan Xing, treat prisoners well. Raise your hands to surrender, hand over your flails and you shall not be killed!"

At that time, the fighting spirit of the Duan’er Tribe’s Werewolves was lost; all stood dumbfounded on the spot. Some threw down their flails and raised their hands, while others were still in a daze and were jabbed with electric sticks by the Werewolves from Olaf’s wolf pack, then fell to the ground twitching all over.

Wherever they went, no enemy could stand against them.

Soon, Olaf and his subordinates had surrounded Duan’er.

The Werewolves snarled at each other menacingly. The Olaf Wolf Pack feared Duan’er’s martial prowess, and Duan’er was equally wary of the "Alchemical Weapons" in the hands of Olaf’s pack, which crackled with electric sparks.

Who on earth is the master of this human domain? Not only has he given them Full Steel Armor, but each Werewolf also received an "Alchemical Weapon" infused with Lightning Magic. Too luxurious, too wasteful.

"Traitors!" Duan’er, though surrounded, still displayed the authority of a Clan Leader. "You have betrayed your tribe!"

Olaf retorted, "If we had betrayed our tribe, we would be using Steel Chains rather than these Alchemical Weapons that only have a paralyzing lightning effect. Clan Leader, you are still our respected leader, but at this moment, we have sworn allegiance to our Lord. We do not wish for a war to occur between you and him."

"But the war has already happened!" Thinking of the tribe’s losses, Duan’er couldn’t help but despair. "The Duan’er Tribe of the Red Mud Wetland will be annihilated because of you."

Olaf said, "If the Duan’er Tribe is annihilated, it will be because of your greed. This place does not belong to the swamp. These huts and peasants do not belong to you. You should be grateful for Lord Yan Xing’s mercy. Even though you have offended him, he still extends his hand of peace to you. Look around you. We are fully capable of killing all the invaders; it’s Lord Yan Xing’s benevolence that has kept you and the other Werewolves alive."

Duan’er looked around. Even though the battle was fierce, there had yet to be any Werewolf deaths. Most of the Werewolves were trapped by the iron thorns and couldn’t move, but they were all still alive. However, if left like this, some would certainly die from excessive blood loss.

"You want me to surrender, to surrender to you traitors!"

Seeing Duan’er still so stubborn, Olaf yelled, "It’s not surrender to us; it’s surrender to Lord Yan Xing! And we are not traitors! You are alive now because we serve Lord Yan Xing. Look at what Lord Yan Xing has equipped us with! He is a powerful hero with a hundred ways to kill you. This is your last chance. Do you want to watch the Duan’er Tribe really become extinct? Do you want to watch the Red Mud Wetland you protect be taken over by other tribes?"

Olaf’s words touched Duan’er’s most sensitive nerves. The injured Werewolves could still be rescued. If this human Lord is willing to let us return to the Swamp, then the Red Mud Wetland can still be held.

"How will Lord Yan Xing dispose of me?" Duan’er asked.

Olaf replied, "I don’t know. My Lord will have to judge your crimes... I believe our merciful Lord will make the most merciful decision for you."

Duan’er had no better options. The nine Werewolves equipped with Alchemical Weapons were not something he could easily deal with, not to mention Lord Yan Xing in the human camp, who could easily subdue five Poison Flies. Today, he had truly bitten off more than he could chew. It was greed that blinded his eyes. In hindsight... could a human lord who could afford iron fences be someone a small Werewolf Tribe on the edge of the Swamp like his could deal with? To surrender was to have a glimmer of hope. To resist was to truly be annihilated.

"Fine!" Duan’er dropped his flail and took off his chainmail, throwing it on the ground, "I surrender. Please see to the rescue of my wolf pack as soon as possible."

"Please rest assured, Clan Leader, they are also our comrades," Olaf said as he put away his electric stick and came forward, tying Duan’er up securely with ropes, "My apologies, Clan Leader."

With Duan’er’s surrender, the remaining Werewolves in the other two directions also surrendered one after another.

Yan Xing, having won a great victory, immediately sent out the farmers to rescue the Werewolves of the Duan’er Tribe. Then he took off his armor, changed into a different set of clothes, and drove the farming tricycle back to the real world.

Soon he was humming a tune as he walked into Xu’s Old Store.

Seeing Yan Xing arrive before mealtime, Auntie Li greeted him warmly and said, "Little Yan, you’re so happy, you must have made a fortune! Coming so early today, you must be rewarding the brothers who work with you, aren’t you!"

Yan Xing, with joy written all over his face after the victory, laughed, "Auntie Li, you really have a good eye. Although it’s not a fortune, it’s still a happy occasion. Tonight we’ll have an extra meal. Please take the trouble to prepare food for an extra one hundred and fifty people, and have enough steamed buns for two hundred."

Yan Xing at Xu’s Old Store always paid before eating, and the more people who ate, the more money she made.

Auntie Li laughed heartily, "No problem! I’ll get your dinner ready right now, both quality and quantity guaranteed. Little Yan, you’re really doing big business, suddenly having so many workers."

Yan Xing walked to the counter, picked up a small piece of beef from the pot with chopsticks, and popped it into his mouth. "They’re just temporary workers; they’ll leave once their work is done. Auntie Li, do you still have time to make a few more exquisite dishes for me? I want to treat their leader. If you don’t have the time, I’ll make a reservation at a nearby hotel."

"I have time, have plenty of time," Auntie Li said hurriedly, "The skill of Xu’s Old Store is no worse than the chefs in the hotel. Little Yan, you can rest assured; Auntie Li will definitely make you look good in front of those leaders."

"Then I’ll entrust tonight’s dinner to you, Auntie Li..."