“Die on our city walls! Never retreat!”
In the central plaza of Iron-Tusk Boar City, Boar Chieftain Tie Ya , at Rank 5 Peak, raised his spiked iron battle-mace toward the afternoon sky. Behind him, two thousand armored boar-warriors and hundreds of thousands of blacksmith citizens pounded their chests like rolling war-drums.
“Chieftain Tie Ya, listen to reason!” Grandpa Fu called out from the steps of the camper van, holding up his [Jade-Abacus Cane]. “Upper-Realm Envoy Xue Sha is a Rank 6 Peak Golden Core butcher who is currently nineteen minutes away at Mach 5!
Your city wall’s defensive array is only Rank 5 Mid—fighting him head-on is not bravery, it is handing him free experience points!”
“Experience points? What kind of cowardly human herb is that?!” Chieftain Tie Ya snorted a twin cloud of white steam from his broad boar nostrils, puffing out his iron-armored chest.
“Our Iron-Tusk Clan was founded under the oath of the Ancient Demon Sovereigns!
Unless a Royal Demon Sovereign of higher bloodline personally orders us to stand down—or unless heaven drops. A banquet greater than our ancestral hall’s—not a single Iron-Tusk Boar will step inside a human’s pocket bag! Guards, blow the war-horns!”
Ten burly boar-trumpeters raised ten-foot bronze horns to their lips.
