The Clan’s Disaster

Xiong Shan looked at the three-legged cauldron in front of them with a dark face.

"An hour?" Stomping his foot against the ground, Xiong Shan said through gritted teeth, "If only we have an hour...Oi, are you happy now?"

Glancing at the group of elders who stood aside silently, Xiong Shan gave an angry growl, then carried his dark steel axe and rushed to the entrance of the new station of his clan. The few elders glanced at each other quite embarrassedly. "We were thinking for the clan, and this place is indeed great!" One of them murmured.

In Xiong Shan's clan, everyone who could fight had already picked up a weapon and stood nervously on the newly built city wall.

In the new station of the clan, which was still under construction, one could hear the children crying and women comforting them with trembling low voices from the crude cottages. Everyone understood that this clan wasn't capable of defending against the enormous army out there.