A Man Like None Other Chapter 6333 Siege

A Man Like None Other Chapter 6333 Siege

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A formidable enemy arrives at the Sirius Tribe. The leader of the Sirius Tribe faces a dire situation. A battle is imminent.

While David was training inside the Demon Suppressing Tower, troops from the Judgment Hall arrived at the Sirius Tribe.

It was a sunless morning.

The sky was overcast, with low clouds that seemed to press against the ground.

The wind blew wildly across the barren land, making tents flutter and orcish banners sway wildly.

Lang Hao was practicing his ax skills on the practice field.

His wounds had not completely healed. In the battle at the Northern Mines, his left arm was badly injured to the point of exposing bone, and the holy light burns on his chest had not completely healed either.

But he was the leader of the Sirius tribe, and he could not fall.

Every morning, he practiced using the ax on the training field, using sweat to relieve the pain and using the battle ax to tell his people: I am still here, the Sirius tribe is still here.

The guard was the first to see the enemy.

A young orc warrior slid down from the watchtower, fell to the ground, got up, and staggered into the training field.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes were wide open, and his lips were trembling.

“Commander! Enemy attack! The gods of the gods have arrived!”

Lang Hao’s ax stopped in the air.

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

At the edge of the barren land, golden light began to shine.

It’s not sunlight; the sun is covered by clouds.

It was holy light, the holy light of divine cultivators.

Thousands and thousands of beams of holy light gathered, turning the entire sky a dazzling golden color.

Lang Hao’s pupils narrowed slightly.

He had seen a mighty army of gods. In his three thousand years of life, he had witnessed the gods besieging the ghost race, devil race, and heretical cultivators.

However, he had never seen so many god-level cultivators gathered together.

“How many people?” His voice was calm, but his hand holding the ax was shaking slightly.

The guard swallowed hard: “At least three thousand.”

Three thousand.

The Sirius Tribe had less than five hundred capable warriors.

In the fighting at the North Mine, 73 people were killed and 120 were seriously injured.

Currently, the number of people capable of using weapons was less than three hundred.

Three hundred versus three thousand.

Wolf Hao was silent for a moment, then turned around and shouted to the orc warriors on the training field: “Sound the trumpet! Assemble!”

The sound of the trumpet echoed throughout the barren land, low and silent, like the mournful wail of a dying beast.

The Sirius tribe’s campsite turned into a military fortress in just one hour.

The elderly, women and children were gathered in several large tents in the center of the camp.

The children, without realizing what was happening, continued to play and have fun.

The women held their children, their eyes filled with fear.

The old men sat quietly at the entrance of the tent, holding rusty swords in their hands. They were too old to fight, but if the enemy rushed in, they would risk their lives.

Lang Hao stood on a high platform in the middle of the campsite, observing all this.