Tribe interior.
After a shrill scream.
Activity started to stir.
In no time.
"Wuuuu~~~"
The noisy sound of a horn blared from the loudspeakers, permeating the entire tribe. Instantly, everyone lost their drowsiness, grabbed their weapons, and rushed out of their houses, for this was the signal of an imminent major enemy attack.
Only matters of life and death.
Would trigger this alarm.
Very soon.
Those who rushed out realized.
Their tribe's tower was 'stolen'.
And directly moved to the highlands, had it not been for someone getting up to pee, they guessed they'd still be fast asleep.
At a square.
Looking at the hundreds of unconscious tribe fighters.
Their hearts turned cold.
To think someone managed to infiltrate the tribe silently, take out the guards along the way, and even kidnap the tribe's prisoners—had they targeted them, they wouldn't even know how they died.
It seemed.
The attackers had used poison.
Very quickly.
The tribe's doctor finished the examination.
