Outside the White Armor Village, right at the point where the beast tide erupted half a month ago.
A gigantic tent was already set up.
Fifty meters behind the tent, twenty Red Stone Crossbowmen and thirty Udan Spearmen with faces painted stood in a vigilant posture.
Beside them were twenty warriors with brown hair, holding black vine sticks and clad in Fish Skin Armor. They were the Black Water Clan's Guard.
Alva saw these twenty guards of the Black Water Clan and didn't rush to act.
Unlike a few days ago, Alva now had seven or eight scabbed claw marks on his body, and the unruly long hair was tied at the back of his head, giving him a wilder look.
These past two days of temporarily taking over the war affairs of the entire tribe from Isaiah Clan Leader have rapidly made Alva grow.
Enemies meet, and their eyes are especially red with anger.
