"Please invoke the spirits, a hundred thousand warriors?!"
Masate exclaimed in shock. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
"Ozoma, you're definitely bluffing me! I don't know where you heard such nonsense."
"It's not nonsense, it's my personal experience. The Cactus Tribe really does have a hundred thousand warriors, capable of invoking the War God who can unleash thunderbolts."
Zucata hung his head in silence, and it took him a while to finally say this much.
Hearing this, the Red Deer Chieftain looked doubtful.
"You? Personal experience?"
The Red Monkey Chieftain said with a calm smile.
"He's from the Divine Eagle Tribe. The small phalanx with long spears, he's the one who helped me train them!"
There was a moment of silence in the woodland. Masate pondered without saying a word, Ozoma's eyes flickered, Zucata continued to stand stiff as a stick, and only the clashing at the edge of the forest continued.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"