Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 118 - 96 Harpy’s Counterattack_1

This was the victory that the Eagle Cliff Burrow had been yearning for over dozens of generations, and it had not come easily; even with a tactical advantage, they still lost more than thirty Erde warriors.

The spoils of war were also unprecedented. In total, they had killed forty-three Harpies, which exceeded the sum of all the previous historical records of the Eagle Cliff Burrow.

"They just ran away like that?" Gaven clearly hadn’t expected the Harpies to abandon their stronghold so cleanly.

According to his original expectations, they would have to fight three or four battles with the Harpies, reducing their numbers to less than one-third before they would flee the nest.

"Their stronghold, quick, raid their stronghold, better yet, burn it with fire," Gaven shouted from below.

But to avoid being affected by the Harpies’ Song of Seduction, all the Erde had stuffed their ears so tightly that they could not hear Gaven’s shouts at all.

Gaven wasn’t the only one who had thought of this.

Captain Zack, the commander at the vanguard, came to the same realization; with a wave of his hand, he led his Erde warriors charging towards the Eagle Cliff Top with great fury. They had longed to do this for a very, very long time.

The Erde who initially saw Zack’s gesture were few, but as he started flying upwards, the remaining Erde instinctively followed him. Quickly realizing what he intended, they followed even closer.

Before long, flames began to rage on Eagle Cliff.

Clearly, Bark and Gaven were on the same wavelength. Regardless of whether those Harpies would return or not, they decided to burn down their nests first.

When the Erde who had gone to Eagle Cliff returned, they brought back not only an assortment of spoils but also eight eggs the size of human heads.

There was no need to ask; they were certainly the Harpies’.

Thud!

The sound of the Dragon Roar War Drum being hit echoed out once more.

Deep within the Eagle Cliff Burrow, the impact of the Dragon Roar War Drum was even more palpable.

It felt like countless tremors were sweeping past one’s side.

The ground as the face, the Giant Dragon as the skin, the Erde as the hammer, the Eagle Cliff as the throat.

This wasn’t an exaggerated descriptive method.

It was literally so.

The Dragon Roar War Drum was positioned right in the middle of the deepest part of the Eagle Cliff Burrow.

It stood two meters tall with a diameter of five meters.

It was directly sculpted out of stone on the ground, covered with a Wyvern’s hide, albeit one from a Wyvern.

To strike this drum soundly, it required an Erde to repeatedly ascend and plummet, crashing down upon it.

Once the sound wave emerged, it expanded through the complex terrain of the Eagle Cliff Burrow, forming a colossal boom to counter the Harpies’ grand chorus.

The current structure of the Eagle Cliff Burrow owed much to this war drum.

"Clan Leader, the battle has already ended; why hasn’t the war drum stopped?" Gaven asked, puzzled.

The Erde playing the drum was already covered in wounds, many bones misshapen, drenched in blood, and each takeoff was incredibly difficult.

The intervals between the war drum’s sounds became longer and deeper.

The Eagle Cliff Cave Chieftain said with a grave expression, "It’s not that we don’t want to stop it; it’s that we can’t. The Dragon Roar War Drum has its own life. Each time it is activated, we must offer the blood and souls of our tribespeople. He has now become part of the drum."

Gaven’s expression deepened upon hearing this, and when he looked back at that Erde, by the dim light of the firefly bugs, he indeed noticed something different.

In truth, that Erde had long since died and was now being manipulated by an invisible force, being lifted and dropped again and again.

Since the Eagle Cliff Cave Chieftain specifically emphasized that the other had merged with the drum, it meant that the soul had not entered the cycle of rebirth but was devoured by the Dragon Roar War Drum.

This was an unequivocal Dark Drum.

For many years, it had devoured the life essence and souls of countless Erde.

"Clan Leader, the spoils of war are all here."

With Bark’s return, the Erde piled up the jumbled items scavenged from the nests, including the eight Harpy eggs.

Chieftain Chester said to Gaven, "Chief Gaven, according to our prior agreement, all these spoils are yours, Blackwell’s."

This was also part of the pre-war agreement between Gaven and the Eagle Cliff Burrow; the military aid from the Blackwell Tribe was not without cost.

Gaven glanced over the items without looking too closely, nodded to indicate his acknowledgment, "There’s no rush with this; the war is not over yet! We must arrange the second round of the battlefield as soon as possible; I fear we’ll soon face a large-scale retaliation."

Bark expressed surprise, "After being killed in such numbers, those Harpies would dare to come back?"

"If we had been able to capture their Queen in this battle, the remaining Harpies might have completely fled or even split into several groups," Gaven said solemnly, "They may have retreated, but they did not disintegrate. That Queen, before leaving, did not forget to counter-kill our pursuers. She showed cunning and ferocity in every move. I dare say she will not let this go and will soon return with a vengeance."

"Let them come. We were able to hunt so many of their kin at their peak, which fully proves the viability of our tactics. This time we will kill even more, until we’ve exterminated them all," Bark said, brimming with confidence.

"Do you think, the next time those Harpies come, they’ll come alone again?" Gaven looked at him as if to say, don’t be naive.

"If they don’t come on their own, are they going to bring an army? There are no suitable allies for them nearby," Bark said, not yet grasping the full implication.