The two tents under the collapsed wall were buried under the rubble.
"Someone is attacking the caravan at night!"
"It's those teenagers; they're buried underneath."
"Who could be so despicable as to not spare a group of teenagers?"
"Hush, hide quickly, it's the Barbarian Tribe."
Those who saw the tents being crushed by the hammer were filled with anger, but even more with fear.
"Hahaha, a bunch of ignorant young brats dared to provoke us. They were smashed to death with a few hits without making a sound."
"Hmph, I bet they've been turned into mincemeat by now."
"Let's go, let's find the stuff."
In the dark night, the arrogant laughter traveled as three giant men, like iron towers, gradually approached.
Each step they took brought horrifying oppression.
People hiding in the dark kept silent as cicadas in cold weather, trying their best to hold their breaths, not daring to make any noise.
"Dinglingling, dinglingling."