Chương 297: The First Shot

In the northeast side of the alliance of human clans' main camp, at the crossing of two rapidly flowing rivers, was an over ten miles in radius alluvial island.

The island was covered in thriving plants and great numbers of water fowls had built their nests on this island. Showering in bright, beautiful starlight, one could see those tiny, fluffy baby birds were tremblingly flapping their small wings and playing with their brothers and sisters, in those huge bird nests that were built in the vast bulrush woods.

In the center of the island there was an area, about a mile in square, where all the bulrushes had been cleaned up, exposing the pure black soil. Seven thatch cabins were built in that area in a circle forming a small-scale military campsite. Old bronze oil lamps were lit up in each cabin. Creepy, spooky flames were dancing on those weirdly shaped old bronze lamps, making the entire island look dark, green and scary, as if ghost were living there.