Chapter 277: Chapter 238: Migration (Part 2)

If the other side really wants to annihilate The Wolf Tribe, they don’t need to send all of them; just one or two Phoenixes could be enough to annihilate them.

Lyle Sutton has never doubted the authenticity of Luna’s dream. To him, this is The Beast God’s warning.

The Beast God’s warning is not the first time, and later it was verified one by one.

His brows furrowed even deeper, and he said solemnly, “If The Phoenix Clan truly attacks, we won’t last even half an hour.”

He looked at the Priest, “Old friend, what do you think?”

The Priest stroked his beard, his brows tightly furrowed, “If The Phoenix Clan does attack, we indeed will have difficulty defending ourselves. But since The Beast God has warned Luna, perhaps it has given us a chance for survival.”

He paused and continued, “For now, the only plan is to quickly migrate the tribe, find a place to temporarily avoid the storm.”

Zeke Veridian raised an eyebrow, “Migrate the tribe? That’s not a small task, and where can we migrate to?”

This remark plunged everyone into deep thought.

Malachi Arcanus smirked, his unruly smile, “Isn’t that simple? Find a remote forest, with food and water, those noble birds from The Phoenix Clan won’t find us.”

Although he also disliked hiding in such a cowardly manner, he knew The Wolf Tribe and The Phoenix Clan were not on the same level.

Even if each of them breaks through and evolves, it might not make much of a difference.

Staying only means more tribe members will die, hiding is indeed the safest way.

At least it can protect the tribe members.

Corbin Crowley glanced at him, sneering coldly, “Do you think hiding means everything will be fine? If The Phoenix Clan really wants to find us, they can dig three feet into the ground and find us.”

Though these words were harsh, they were the truth.

Everyone fell silent, and the atmosphere became heavy for a moment.

Rhys Blackwood suddenly spoke, “Since hiding is useless, why not set up an ambush.”

Zeke Veridian laughed, “An ambush for the Phoenixes? You think you’re catching mountain chickens?”

Though this made the atmosphere a bit lighter, it also revealed deep helplessness.

Malachi Arcanus grinned, showing his sinister fangs, “Zeke, you’re underestimating people, aren’t you? Mountain chickens are chickens, Phoenixes are birds, why can’t we give it a try?”

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes shimmered slightly, seeming to consider the feasibility of this proposal.

But ultimately he shook his head, “The Phoenix Clan isn’t something we can confront directly.”

In a one-on-one fight, no problem; even if the other side is powerful, they can fight.

But if they want to protect the tribe members from harm, it’s a bit difficult.

Lyle Sutton sighed; he naturally understood this truth, but as the tribe leader, he must be responsible for the life and death of the tribe members: “We can only hide, as far as possible, hoping The Phoenix Clan won’t notice our small tribe.”

The Wolf Tribe is actually not weak, and even considered very strong.

But that’s only relative to The Lower Domain.

Compared to The Phoenix Clan of Aetheria, it’s as weak as an ant in comparison.

The Priest nodded, showing agreement: “I will quickly divine a safe migration location.”

Rhys Blackwood looked at the Priest: “I know a good place—Sky-mist Canyon, that place is shrouded in miasma, bird and beast extinct, Phoenixes would get lost inside. I hid there for three months when The Serpent Tribe hunted me.”

This made everyone look at him.

“Sky-mist Canyon?”

Lyle Sutton frowned; he did know such a place. It was near Sky-mist Canyon where he picked up the dying Rhys Blackwood, but he wasn’t clear about the situation inside, having never truly ventured in.

He looked at Rhys Blackwood: “Is that place really so secluded? Are you sure The Phoenix Clan can’t find it?”

Rhys Blackwood nodded, “It’s a natural foggy canyon, heavy with miasma, making it hard to find directions inside. I stayed for three months to figure out the way out.”

Lyle Sutton’s eyes flashed with brilliance, “A good place! Priest, what do you think?”

The Priest didn’t answer, only took out animal bones and turtle shells used for divination, and started divining on the spot.

Everyone watched nervously.

The expression on the Priest’s face became more and more grim, the animal bones and turtle shells in his hand made a crisp sound as they collided and then were thrown to the ground.

The animal bones and turtle shells fell.

The Priest stared at the hexagram, his brow deeply furrowed, “Great misfortune!”

Everyone’s hearts tightened.

“But fortune hides within the misfortune.”

The Priest suddenly laughed, revealing only three remaining yellow teeth, “The hexagram shows that there will be a noble person to assist at the time.”

Malachi Arcanus rolled his eyes, “Old wizard, speak plainly.”

The Priest mysteriously lowered his voice, “Sky-mist Canyon is indeed feasible, but—”

He suddenly pointed at Luna Sutton, “This girl must be offered!”

“What?!”

Corbin Crowley immediately erupted, his silver eyes filled with killing intent.

“Why the rush?”

The Priest leisurely picked up the turtle shell, “I mean, let Luna pretend to be captured, luring The Phoenix Clan into the canyon. Then…”

He made a throat-slitting gesture, “You set up an ambush inside, kill all the Phoenix Clan members.”

The Wolf Tribe’s geographical location is open, not easy to ambush, but Sky-mist Canyon is a naturally ideal ambush site.

“Old man, your idea is good. After luring those Phoenixes into the depths of the canyon, we’ll ensure they won’t return.”

Malachi Arcanus rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then laughed.

This reminded him of protecting The Salt Lake, the things he did, he still found particularly enjoyable.

He looked at Rhys Blackwood: “Then you blow your poison into the air, mix with the miasma there, let’s have poison upon poison, enough for those Phoenix birds to suffer.”

Zeke Veridian coldly retorted, “Do you think Phoenixes are stupid? They won’t take detoxification pills?”

Rhys Blackwood was about to speak.

Suddenly, a small crimson snake darted out from his sleeve.

The small snake hissed and spewed a burst of flame, almost burning Malachi Arcanus’s eyebrow.

“Damn!”

Malachi Arcanus leaned back sharply, “Rhys Blackwood, control your son!”

Luna Sutton chuckled softly, reaching out to catch the mischievous little snake, “It can spew fire just after hatching?”

Rhys Blackwood’s eyes flashed with pride, “Just like me.”

She raised an eyebrow, teasingly, “You can’t spew fire.”

Rhys Blackwood’s face stiffened, expressionlessly adding, “Talent like me.”

She twitched the corner of her mouth, thinking: This man really is narcissistic, but she didn’t continue the banter.

Corbin Crowley narrowed his silver eyes, “The plan is feasible, but Luna can’t be the bait.”

Besides Luna Sutton, Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, and Lyle Sutton thought the same.

Luna being the bait is too risky, and they were not at ease.

After some discussion, they decided to let Malachi Arcanus be the bait.

Corbin Crowley has already evolved into the Ancient Silver Moon Wolf, breaking away from the wolf form.

The Phoenix Clan wouldn’t easily fall for it.

Rhys Blackwood is Aethel Serpent, Zeke has also evolved into the Celestial Moon-chaser Wolf, the other beastmen in the tribe aren’t strong enough, they fear they might die once they step out.

After contemplating, only Malachi Arcanus was most suitable.

Malachi Arcanus naturally had no objection to being the bait; on the contrary, he was very excited.

This matter was thus decided.

Then, they started discussing the migration of the tribe; unknowingly, night had fallen.

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