A Man Like None Other Chapter 6345 Everyone is here
Please read the latest chapter of the novel to continue the story.
- Witness the somber aftermath at the Sirius tribe’s abandoned campsite.
- Observe Lang Hao’s silent reflection on a lost homeland.
- Understand David’s internal conflict and self-blame.
The aftermath of a significant event. Memories of a once-thriving settlement. Characters reflect on loss and the future.
The Sirius tribe’s campsite was completely empty by dusk.
Dusk, like blood, dyed the barren land a dark red.
Wind blew from a distance, stirring up ash and dust from the ground, blowing it through the air like countless silent sighs.
The tents were dismantled, leaving only the bare ground and wooden poles stuck deep in the ground.
Wooden fences collapsed and scattered on the ground, some burned, others still emitting thin wisps of smoke.
The ground was covered in spots of dried blood, black and dark red, in the form of patches like scars on the earth. The air was filled with a pungent smell of scorch and blood, lingering for a long time.
Lang Hao stood in the middle of the campsite, looking at the place where he had lived for thousands of years, and remained silent for a long time.
His left arm was still wrapped in bandages around his neck, and the wound on his chest was still throbbing, but his back was very straight.
His father is recuperating here. The old man, who had been in a coma for three hundred years and had just been awakened by David, was being carried on a stretcher by several young beastman soldiers, walking at the front of the procession.
His son grew up here. The young soldier who never returned from his first battle was buried on the hillside behind the camp, overlooking the wilderness and land he had guarded all his life.
His warriors trained here, and every morning, the sound of clanging battle axes and battle cries echoed throughout the barren land.
The people laugh here, the children run and play among the tents, the women sing around the campfire, and the elders sit at the entrance of the tents, telling ancient stories.
Now, it’s all over.
The place was not destroyed by the gods, but was abandoned by them themselves.
“Let’s go.” David walked to her side, his voice gentle. “We’ll be back.”
His blue robe fluttered slightly in the evening breeze, and the Dragon Slayer Sword hanging from his waist reflected the faint light of the setting sun.
His face was expressionless, but there was a trace of hidden self-blame in his eyes. If not for him, the Sirius tribe would not have offended the Judgment Hall, would not have been forced to leave their homeland, and would not have lost so many people.
Lang Hao turned his head, looked at him, and was silent for a moment.
Then he smiled. His smile was faint, but sincere. “You’re right, they’ll be back.” He reached out and patted David on the shoulder. “Don’t think too much about it. People from the Sirius Tribe never regret anything.”
He turned and stepped towards the group. His figure looked slightly hunched in the dusk light, but every step he took was steady.
Behind them, the orc warriors formed a long line, carrying backpacks and helping the wounded, heading in the direction of the Free Farmers Alliance.