40 First Settlement War (3)

"Hey! I'm going to pee. Make sure you take care of my post too." the other militiamen stand up and went to the dense foliage and started to fertilize the grasses and weeds. But he did not know that several steps are all Mu Qing Lang to break his companion's neck in a hand-chop.

"It's nice. Hey! I'm back!" the peeing militiaman returned to his own post, but without anyone checking on them anymore, Mu Qing Lang no longer sneaks around but gave him a killing strike on his nape. It took him just a tiny bit of effort to kill the three of them.

Unfortunately, while he's keeping quiet to himself, Mister Zizzi at the other side of the camp noticed the changes. In the gap of four minutes, three of them is killed without anyone noticing. Is that an internal traitor or they are under attack?

Mister Zizzi lost his mood to meditate and started his personal search for the culprit. Meanwhile, for the unknown Mu Qing Lang, he's moving closer to the next three militiamen group to deliver a killing blow.

Two of them is asleep in this group, with one on guard around them. By using the advantageous in night operation, Mu Qing Lang appeared behind the guard and dislocated his head. The body falls down almost instantly, right on top of Mu Qing Lang.

This chance is taken by him to maximize his killing opportunity. Mu Qing Lang grabbed the short dagger on the dead guard's waist and covered the mouth of a member before he stabs him right on his heart. His death made the smell of blood started to get significant, but before the last person noticed him, Mu Qing Lang gave him a slit on his throat.

"Yo...." he struggled for a while before succumbing to his death.

"Stop right there! Men! We got enemy in camp!" Mister Zizzi caught up to Mu Qing Lang! Coincidently, this post is the first post he came to warn them to be careful with a night attack. His warning wakes everyone else in the camp and sound of swords and daggers sheathed coming to the two of them.

"Give up. It is impossible for you to fight against almost three hundred men all by yourself. If you're willing to surrender, I'll let you live. But the condition is you're going to expose to us, who's your employer." Mister Zizzi brandished his sword towards Mu Qing Lang and tried to persuade him to surrender.

"What a convincing discussion. If I'm a regular soldier, I will accept your persuasion for sure." Mu Qing Lang replied. His reply is simple, but for the experienced Mister Zizzi, he immediately discovers the identity of this fighter before him!

"You're the chief of the Mu's Settlement, Mu Qing Lang?" Mister Zizzi questioned. This time, he dare not to be reckless against a person that can kill six militiamen in a short period.

"That's who I am. Let me give the group a chance. Are you here to attack the Mu's Settlement?" Mu Qing Lang admitted his identity. As a cultivator, he might be neither strongest or weakest, but this doesn't mean he can have no attitude at all.

"We're indeed on our way to attack the settlement. If you want to find something to blame, then blame it on your ability to create the Recovery Ointment." Mister Zizzi admitted the reason for their arrival. Even if Mu Qing Lang doesn't ask, they are going to use this reason to force him to release the formula to concoct this medicine.

"Hahaha! Instead of exchanging for them, you chose to attack my settlement for it. Do you think you can do it even if I'm giving you the formula?" Mu Qing Lang laughed at their foolishness.

Their action was similar to the idiom "Burn the bridge before you ask for food" where they did excessively for the sake of something insignificant.

"Chief Mu. If you're willing to give up the formula, I, Zizzi from Jinjiang Village will ask for Namu Mayue's leniency. At least you can still leave with life in you." Mister Zizzi continued, but his persuasion method is getting worst with each sentence.

"How about like this? For every worker of Namu Mayue sent to me, I'll give them the payment of one Recovery Ointment for every three days. All I need is to make a few bottles more to pay them. What do you think?" Mu Qing Lang knows that his reasoning is not going work, but to delay them from taking action, this is what he can do.

"Chief Mu... A small settlement with most of them is goblins and orcs. Honestly said, we don't trust that they can do the work better than us humans do." Mister Zizzi retaliates by using racial discrimination as his weapon.

"Indeed, if they are regular goblins. But I have a Goblin Teacher, two Goblin Gatherers, and a Goblin Leader. Do you think that my medical team is still that weak compared to yours? By experience, we're much more experienced than yours." Mu Qing Lang replied to his mocking words.

"Fine. Jinjiang Village is willing to buy the formula with twenty goblin slaves." Mister Zizzi gave Mu Qing Lang a different path to go in this discussion. In his mind, purchasing this formula with the cost of a few useless slaves is not expensive at all.

"A formula that can help your people to become invincible only can be sold for twenty goblin slaves? Why not you make it two hundred mix slaves? I'll be more than willing to part with it." Mu Qing Lang countered his offer tenfold.

"Chief Mu! I hope you consider your situation now!" Namu Jin lost his calm and warn Mu Qing Lang.

"Still a fool I can see. Did you take my offer for granted? If you actually agreed to my proposal, I might consider selling you the medicine by bulks to repair our relationship. But unfortunately, you chose to attack instead."

"Namu Mayue had a foolish and short-sighted son. I'm disappointed." Mu Qing Lang shakes his head as he speaks his reason. His words make the siblings lost face in front of so many people.

"Attack! Once we kill him, there will be no more Recovery Ointment in this land!" the siblings charged at Mu Qing Lang with killing intent. In their mind, if they can't get the formula, then nobody can get it!

"I guess Namu Mayue is going to weep for the loss of two more sons." Mu Qing Lang punched his fists together and attacked. Greeted with this unbelievable scene, even Mister Zizzi lost his mood to continue their discussion and engaged in the fight.

"Attack! Attack!" Namu Yuan and Namu Jin keep yelling, but it falls pale in comparison when the team of a hundred and fifty orcs, thirty-three goblins, and seventeen humans revealed themselves from the foliage with a weapon on their hand.

"We got three hundred people! Charge!" Namu Yuan screamed and swung his blade at Mu Qing Lang. As for his fifth brother, Namu Jin attacked from the side. The calmer Mister Zizzi tried to catch Mu Qing Lang unaware, but the target was unwilling to be subdued in a one against three battle!

A deep breath channels the tiny bit of Spiritual Threads in his body and explodes outward like an energy wheel! This was the strength of the Wheel of Cause Sutra!

Mu Qing Lang swung his sword at Namu Yuan, but it was blocked! The opportunity is then taken by Namu Jin to swing his sword down, but using his Ashen War Gauntlet, Mu Qing Lang punched the sword away from connecting to his shoulder.

"Treasured gloves!" the three of them shocked. Such a piece of equipment are only the chief of their tribe is qualified to wear. Jealousy filled their mind, and with more anger within them, they attacked ferociously.

"Ceh!" Mu Qing Lang felt like he's fighting three bandits now instead of three honorable warriors. Due to greed, their attack became fearless and lack of consideration.

Still, a fierce attack still has to be avoided.

Mu Qing Lang changed his tactic from using the blade of his sword to its handle. Instead of clashing his weapon with his enemies blade, Mu Qing Lang delivered a punch outward with Namu Yuan as his first target.

"OOF!" his great action made Namu Yuan lost a few milliseconds to react to the punch. When it came right into his stomach, Namu Yuan felt like all the gastric juice inside him poured out like vomit.

"Brother!" Namu Jin attack cut off halfway, trying to get a hold on his fourth brother. But he was a fool to do so.

"Die!" Mu Qing Lang swung his blade decisively and gave Namu Jin a deep wound stretching from his right shoulder to his left waist. As for Namu Yuan kneeling on the ground, he's much more unlucky.

The sword stuck on his skull due to the lack of strength, but it still dealt a severe injury comparable to his younger brother. Two strong warriors fall from a strike, with only Mister Zizzi left.

"If you kill me, the Jinjiang Village will not forgive you!" Mister Zizzi tried to preserve his own life using his background as a shield.

"If I give your village people some Recovery Ointment, what do you think they will do?" Mu Qing Lang took out a bottle of Recovery Ointment and dropped it to the ground.

Namu Jin stretched his hand out to snatch that bottle, but Mu Qing Lang uses his feet to crush the bottle into shattered bits! How cruel!

"Mu Qing Lang!" Namu Jin screamed at his nemesis, only to get another kick on his head sending him far from his brother.