Not only the mountain tribe, but the other two tribes shared the same sentiment.
All they had to do was not afraid of the cannibals' subsequent threats during the fight, and put their own lives first to survive.
The Shiobu tribe was completely unprepared for the onslaught of cannibals.
Eagle Cliff discovered the cannibal attack even before the Salt Department's patrol team did. He asked Queyu and Shen Nong to report on the chaos within the Salt Department while he continued to observe.
Not long after Queyu left, Yingya noticed that all the high-ranking orc warriors of the Salt Tribe were running towards the rear of the tribe. He guessed that the Salt Mountain, mentioned by the Wood Tribe priest, was located there. This was also the purpose of the cannibal attack on the Salt Tribe, which was why they were taking it so seriously.
The orc warriors guarding the Salt Tribe were all around level four, with the highest being only level five.
Eagle Cliff hadn't paid much attention to it, but when he looked at the cannibals' route of advance, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.
This group of people doesn't seem to be heading towards the salt mountains of Yanbu.
Eagle Cliff had already memorized the locations of all the Salt Tribes. Now, looking down from above, he realized that if the cannibals wanted to go to Salt Mountain, they wouldn't need to enter from the front of the Salt Tribe.
Starting from their current position, heading to the left is actually the fastest route to reach Yanshan.
Could it be that the cannibals don't know the fastest route?
Eagle Cliff thought about it more and more and it seemed very possible. After all, they couldn't look down from the sky like him, so it was normal that they didn't know that road.
But what happened next completely dispelled Eagle Cliff's previous thoughts; these cannibals didn't seem to be after Salt Mountain at all.
Orc warriors from three tribes, led by the Mountain Tribe, transformed into beast forms and charged towards the Salt Tribe. Although the orc warriors left behind by the Salt Tribe were not of high level, they were still comparable to the orcs who had gone to the Salt Mountain.
Fortunately, the high-level orc warriors were all guarding the Salt Mountain, so the three tribes of orcs could take cover during the battle, preventing the enemy from killing them in one fell swoop.
To conserve his strength, Wuming did not intervene at all, but instead led the cannibals to search for the priest's cave.
When the old priest of the Salt Department was pulled out of the cave by Wuming, he still looked incredulous.
It seems that he never expected the cannibals to not go and steal the salt mountain this time, but instead to come to the tribe to capture him.
How dare the cannibals capture him!
The old priest threatened in a gruff voice, "Wuming, it's not too late for you to release me now!"
However, Wuming ignored him, sneered, and prepared to take the old man to Yanshan.
"Release our priest!" The wounded Salt Tribe orc who remained to guard Wuming blocked his way, preventing him from leaving.
Wuming narrowed his eyes, turned his head away, and looked past the Salt Tribe beastmen blocking his way, towards the back.
Quite a few people came.
His cheeks bulged slightly from clenching his teeth, and Wuming now understood that the three tribes' meat shields had not used their full strength to stop the Salt Tribe orcs.
If those meat shields had truly risked their lives to hold him off, not a single Salt Tribe orc would have appeared before him now, blocking his path.
Who gave these human shields the audacity to live without his permission?
Wuming took a deep breath. Now was not the time to think about these things. He couldn't let those meat shields and the useless orcs in front of him ruin his plans.
As their blood surged, the Salt Tribe beastmen all felt a sense of powerlessness in a very short time, a feeling that tightly suppressed the boiling beast blood within them.
At this moment, the Salt Tribe Beastman was like someone drowning in the deep sea, with no foothold on his body, his limbs slowly weakening, and even breathing becoming difficult.
Within a few breaths, they were completely exhausted and could no longer maintain their beast form. They collapsed to the ground, their bodies aching and weak, panting heavily.
"It's no use."
Wuming withdrew the suppression without even glancing at the Salt Tribe beastman on the ground, and dragged the old priest toward the Salt Mountain.
This place is some distance from the main gate of the Salt Department, and Wuming doesn't want to waste time now looking for those meat shields who dared to send Salt Department orcs to block him.
Once this is over, none of those three tribes will be able to escape.
He turned to Wushan and said, "Go tell the chieftains of those tribes that if any tribe dares not hold off the Salt Tribe orc warriors properly, then after this is over, none of them will survive."
"Yes, priest."
The clan leaders who had been warned were so nervous that their palms were sweating.
Lynx, the youngest chieftain of the Wind Tribe, is the strongest orc warrior in the tribe, but he now bears the lives of the entire tribe on his shoulders, and he cannot afford to make the slightest mistake.
The more you try to calm yourself down, the harder it becomes.
Lynx felt both fear and excitement at the thought that not only did they not intend to hold off the Salt Tribe beastmen, but they were also planning to unleash the Salt Tribe beastmen to attack the cannibals.
His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
Wu Shan didn't take it to heart. He just assumed that the clan leaders' strange attitude was because they were frightened by the cannibals.
So Wushan, mimicking the priests' tone, raised his head high, glanced sideways at each of the four, and said, "Useless."
The clan leaders seemed not to hear, their heads bowed, lost in thought.
Python Forest waited at Salt Mountain for quite a while but didn't see any cannibals. Logically, they should have arrived here long ago.
Just as I was about to send someone to check on the tribe, I saw a group of orcs rushing out as human shields.
The orc warriors of the Salt Tribe had already transformed into human form and were all waiting for this moment.
The two sides clashed, and the high-ranking orc warriors of the Salt Tribe were unstoppable, knocking down and shoving the orcs who were acting as human shields.
Based on past experience, these tanks would have clung to them relentlessly, but strangely, this time they all stopped getting up after they were down.
It doesn't seem like they knocked him so hard he couldn't get up; he even knew to dodge and avoid being stepped on.
Lynx withstood an attack from a Salt Tribe beastman, giving a wounded tribesman time to dodge.
"Your priest has been captured by Wuming." After saying this, he ran away in a flash.
Its speed was so fast that even the level seven orc warrior, Yanbu, almost failed to catch a glimpse of it.
Upon learning that the priest had been captured, the Salt Tribe orcs immediately went to inform their chieftain.
Python flicked its tongue, its cold eyes turning into vertical pupils. It straightened its huge, thick python body, roared, and issued a sharp voice to summon the Salt Tribe beastmen.
No matter how much resentment the old priest had towards the python forest, he had to go and save him now.
Thinking of this, Mang Lin's vertical pupils revealed endless coldness. The old man kept making excuses not to select the next priest of the tribe to take with him and teach him, probably because he was afraid that he would abandon him.
Despite the fact that the four tribes, used as human shields by the cannibals, tried their best to avoid conflict with the Salt Tribe orc warriors, they also quickly fled after being injured.
But after all, they were level seven orc warriors. They were only slightly stronger than the three tribes of the Mountain Tribe, but only by a small margin.
No matter how much they tried to dodge, they couldn't avoid being seriously injured when facing the Salt Tribe orc warriors who were two or three levels higher than them.
However, being able to escape with my life is something I never expected.
Lynx was incredibly fast, like a gust of wind, and rescued many orcs who were being used as human shields from the Salt Tribe orc warriors.
This sustained, high-intensity burst of energy was almost too much for Lynx's heart to handle; it pounded violently, as if it were about to burst out of its chest.
Just when he could no longer hold on, a roar made all the orcs of the Salt Tribe stop and move in one direction.
Lynx looked in the direction they were heading and saw a huge python leading the Salt Tribe beastmen toward the cannibal tribe's territory.
When Wuming saw the python forest, he looked ahead in disbelief.
Time and time again, those human shields, how dare they?!
Wuming realized once again that the Salt Tribe orc warriors had been sent over as meat shields. He said fiercely to Wushan, "After this is over, none of these seven tribes will be spared."
"Yes!" Wu Shan responded. He was also puzzled. They were all terrified when he warned the group of meat shields, so how could they dare to release the Salt Tribe's orcs so quickly behind the backs of the cannibals?
Judging from the momentum of the Salt Tribe orcs charging forward, they weren't even injured.
Wuming could also see that the orcs were completely unharmed. His expression grew increasingly grim, which meant that he would eventually be unable to suppress the Salt Tribe orcs.
Wuming never imagined that he would find himself in such a dangerous situation because of his role as a meat shield.
He grabbed the old priest's withered hair and used him as a shield. At this moment, Mang Lin and the Salt Tribe beastmen stopped a hundred meters away from Wuming.
Wuming shouted, "If you want him dead, then come on over!"
As if their lifeline had been choked, Mang Lin and the others looked at the weak cannibals right in front of them, but they couldn't move an inch.
At this moment, Wuming also began to circulate his internal energy and blood to suppress the bloodline of the Salt Tribe Beastmen.
When the cannibals realized that their priests were using bloodline suppression, they raised their stone spears and rushed out instantly, aiming at the Salt Tribe orcs.
Mang Lin hadn't expected Wu Ming's abilities to have become so much stronger. His beast form began to falter, and he felt weak all over.
To escape this feeling of powerlessness, one must relinquish their beast form, suppress the beast blood within them, and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the cannibals in human form.
"Transform quickly!"
If Wuming forces them to take human form using his abilities, they will lose their ability to move.
It can actively transform into human form, suppress itself, and even fight against cannibals.
The Salt Tribe orcs, lacking stone spears, could only rely on their fists to defend against the cannibals' stone spears. Wuming's bloodline suppression ability couldn't be stopped, and Manglin was also intentionally wearing them down, waiting for Wuming to exhaust himself before the Salt Tribe could truly counterattack.
As the two sides were locked in a stalemate, the orcs who had previously been used as human shields by the cannibals also emerged.
The number of people was smaller; those who were seriously injured were not among them.
The cannibals assumed that these human shields were from the Salt Tribe, since the current situation was caused by their failure to hold off the Salt Tribe in the beginning.
But when they saw them attack the Salt Tribe, the cannibals became somewhat uncertain.
Could it be that we misunderstood them? Was it because they genuinely couldn't hold out before, or were they deliberately not holding out?
Unable to transform, the cannibals, along with the seven tribes of orcs, gained a significant numerical advantage.
If Wuming had held out a little longer, the Salt Department would have collapsed.
However, the situation of not having a life is obviously not good.
The metallic taste in his throat reminded Wuming to stop quickly, but seeing the favorable situation on the cannibal side, Wuming couldn't bear to give up, and he gritted his teeth and persisted again and again.
Mang Lin's face had been slashed by a stone spear at some point, and the long gash was still dripping blood, staining half of his face red.
He stared intently at the old priest being watched by the two cannibals, then turned his head away and spat out the blood foam in his mouth.
As the strongest orc in the tribe, Manglin broke through numerous obstacles and even seized the cannibal's stone spear. He risked half his life to finally reach the cannibal guarding the old priest.
Fortunately, these two cannibals weren't particularly strong fighters. They were alright with the old man, but they were no match for the python.
Wuming had no time to pay attention to the old priest, and he couldn't stop. He wanted to call out to Wushan, but found that he couldn't open his mouth at all.
Although Manglin managed to reclaim the old priest, he was also seriously injured.
The other orc warriors in the Salt Tribe were in no better shape.