CHAPTER 1223: 544: REBELLION AND MASSACRE! BLOOD FILLS THE SKY!_2

Lanling used spiritual power to lock onto the six enemies at the top of the bunker, calculating their movement trajectories, the speed of his arrows, and other factors.

A dozen seconds later, calculations were complete.

He took a deep breath.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Six Chain Arrows shot out like lightning.

The six arrows traced different arcs through the air, flying over a distance of a hundred meters.

And then...

"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff..."

The six arrows simultaneously pierced into the foreheads of the six men, killing them instantly,

Nobody saw this, so no one could witness this defying moment.

Chain Arrows are not rare; it’s rare that six arrows shot in succession arrived simultaneously, killing six different targets at the same time, which is indeed defying.

The six men on the bunker did not make a sound and died instantly.

Then, Lanling used a Bloodline Force Critical Strike to rush across the hanging bridge covering several dozen meters, reaching the bunker on the other side, climbing swiftly to the top, crawling along the hole, and entering the mechanism room.

"What’s going on?" The lazy question came from a tribal soldier in the mechanism room.

Seeing it was Lanling, he was first startled, then immediately tried to turn the mechanism to destroy the hanging bridge.

"Swoosh..." Lanling’s sword flashed, decapitating him swiftly.

The suspension bridge was secure. Lanling leapt to the top of the bunker and signaled passage with a torch.

Immediately, a thousand soldiers of the Foreign Tribe Army began crossing the bridge.

Considering the bridge’s load-bearing capacity, thirty men would cross at a time.

During this process, Lanling stood atop the bunker, bow drawn, using spiritual power to lock onto every corner to ensure more than a thousand soldiers crossed the bridge smoothly.

A dozen minutes later, over a thousand soldiers successfully crossed the bridge.

A mere two hundred meters ahead lay the Chimera Department gathering area.

The distance from there to the Chimera Tribe’s War Horse Camp was only one thousand eight hundred meters.

At this moment, because of the upheaval in the mountaintop castle, the Chimera Tribe’s residents had awakened and stood outside looking.

Were Lanling to lead the Foreign Tribe Army in, they would undoubtedly be discovered.

Lanling began to disguise himself, donning a silver mask and a cloak.

This was a fiery red cloak, exclusively belonging to Nini’an.

Then, he loudly said, "All Foreign Tribe Army, heed my orders, head to the mountaintop castle for rescue."

At the sound of his voice, Dina and the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army jumped in fear.

This was Nini’an’s voice, exactly alike!

Nobody expected Lanling to possess such a skill, to mimic Nini’an’s voice perfectly.

Moreover, his stature, though slender and not brawny, resembled Nini’an’s when wearing the red cloak, just slightly taller, but this would be hard to notice in the night.

Then, Lanling led over a thousand Foreign Tribe Army soldiers swaggering down the tribal streets.

"All tribal residents, return inside, close your doors and windows. Any found walking on the streets shall be killed without mercy!" Lanling commanded with Nini’an’s voice all the way.

On the street, some tribal residents were dumbfounded and couldn’t leave in time.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..." Lanling drew his sharp sword and swiftly cut them down.

Instantly, all the tribal residents on the streets rushed back home at top speed, closed their doors and windows.

"All Foreign Tribe Army, immediately proceed to the mountaintop castle for rescue."

"All tribal residents, return home immediately, close doors and windows, do not obstruct the roads. Those who violate this will face death without mercy!"

This voice was sharp and icy, undeniably Nini’an’s voice.

Thus, Lanling led a thousand Foreign Tribe Army moving quickly, charging toward the War Horse Camp.

Suddenly, a small patrol cavalry unit appeared on the road. Hearing Nini’an’s voice, they felt it was not Miss Ninian.

Immediately, the cavalry leader said, "Miss Nini’an, aren’t you supposed to be..."

Before he finished speaking, Lanling’s Chain Arrows shot out like lightning.

Within just two seconds, the patrol cavalry had been completely annihilated.

"Nine Centurions, mount up." Lanling ordered.

Instantly, Lanling and nine Centurions mounted their warhorses, continuing toward the War Horse Camp.

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The Chimera Tribe had over four thousand cavalry, with around six thousand warhorses.

Constantine’s main force took away over four thousand warhorses, leaving nearly two thousand in the camp.

The War Horse Camp was undoubtedly a military stronghold, so even in times of resting force, at least a hundred tribal soldiers guarded it.

Lanling led the Foreign Tribe soldiers who had just approached the War Horse Camp and were immediately discovered.

"Halt, what are you doing?" The tribal soldiers on the sentry post shouted.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Lanling’s never-missing Chain Arrows flew.

In an instant, five soldiers at the sentry post were killed.

"Enemies, enemies..." The soldiers in the War Horse Camp shouted in alarm, then the alarm bell rang, and the horn blew.

With a hundred men inside, it was impossible for Lanling to kill them instantly.

"Go..."

At Lanling’s command, dozens of Foreign Tribe experts followed him charging swiftly inside.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Even in the dark, Lanling’s arrows never missed.

Because he didn’t rely on his eyes to aim but rather on spiritual power.

Within a few minutes, the hundred camp guards were completely wiped out.

"Mount up, mount up..."

At Lanling’s command, the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army quickly selected warhorses, saddled them, and mounted.