335 Behemoth Class (1/2)

Although [Banshee Scream] only allowed her to stop the Bone Army from moving for a few seconds, this was more than enough time for the warriors to cut down the enemies before them and take a breather.

The hours of intense battle have left them sweating, tired, and wounded. Lumi's help was the break they needed to continue soldiering on for a bit longer without retreating and recuperating.

”Looks like you got yourself some reinforcements, but no matter. One rouge Banshee is not enough to save you pitiful humans from your inescapable fates! You will only get weaker while we grow stronger!” A Bone King sneered.

Chief Valencia refused to comment, but her eyes grew brighter as she fought the 7 Bone Kings. It was an unexpected windfall to receive help from a Banshee.

It was known that Banshees or vengeful spirits, in general, had never been fond of living beings. Although they were once human and regain parts of their memories as they grow stronger, their nature was changed after death.

As such, it was very rare to find a Banshee willing to assist humans. In fact, it was the first time she heard of one. Clearly, this Banshee was not simple.

Nevertheless, Chief Valencia did not have time to ponder too deeply as she was kept busy by the 7 Bone Kings she was fighting.

The 7 Bone Kings were only Lesser Demons, but they were quite troublesome to deal with, even for a Battle Master like her.

Although she could suppress them with her unrivaled strength and slay them numerous times, they continued to revive without fail. Not only that, they did not get any weaker but also become stronger instead.

On another part of the battlefield, Leon bulldozed his way through the army of undead with Lumi's help and managed to join up with the other warriors on the other side.

The warriors were immediately surprised by Leon's small build and young age, but none of that really mattered. What they respected was strength, and strength was something they had witnessed from Leon.

”This Little Brother, you are very strong! Which great tribe do you hail from?” A Great Warrior approached amicably, but it was hard to determine this from his fearsome expression when he cut down the enemies ferociously.

”I don't belong to any tribe,” Leon answered as he blew another several dozen Bone Soldiers with his bone spear.

Although it might draw some suspicion, it was easier to say he was alone than to say he was affiliated to one. If these tribesmen were really committed to doing some digging, they would eventually find out his lie.

”Hahaha, is that so? How about joining our tribe? We can use a Great Warrior of your caliber.” The Great Warrior offered.

”I'll think about it.”

”Hahaha, take your time thinking. There's no hurry, no hurry…” The Great Warrior laughed it off lightheartedly.

He did not see anything wrong with the person's reply. Vagabonds were all like this. Although there were not that many of them, there were indeed quite a few warriors that chose the vagabond life to avoid responsibilities and commitments to their tribes.

”It's rare to still see someone like you come and aid us in our times of trouble,” Ironhead interjected into their conversations.

Vagabonds were usually selfish people who engage in banditry or had been exiled from their tribe for felonies they committed. In short, vagabonds were generally not good people.

”As a fellow human, I naturally cannot standby and watch you all fight alone. It is times like these that humans should be united more than ever. If the Darkmoon Tribe falls, it would also implicate the other tribes and people of the plains.”

”Hahaha, well said! It's great that there is still someone like you out there. We never expected any help from others, to begin with. It is already a great blessing that they don't come and kick us when we are down. What is your name, Little Brother? Just for those words, I—Piss off!”

The Great Warrior suddenly roared after being interrupted by the undead and swatted them all away with a hefty swing of his giant club.

”Ahem, sorry about that. Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Even if you decide not to join our Darkmoon Tribe later, you will still be regarded as a friend of I, Strongarm.”

”And I, Ironhead.”

Great Warrior Ironhead added with a look of admiration when he glanced at Leon. The relationship between the human tribes in the Infertile Plains was not harmonious at all.

”Whether we be friends or not, we can worry about that after overcoming this Bone Calamity. My name is…” Leon gave it some thought before he said, ”Leonhardt.”

”Leonhardt… Strong and brave. It's a good name!” Great Warrior Strongarm praised. He found the name uncommon, but it was a warrior's name, nonetheless.

Leon was slightly surprised that the person could faintly guess the meanings behind the name. This person was rather educated and not just a muscle head.

Some distance away, Lumi was making a funny gagging gesture at Leon to express her distaste. How could he keep lying with such a straight face?

But after Leon directed her a warning gaze, she simply poked her tongue at him before going back to blowing her whistle to stun the enemy.