On a hill near Mangzhu Mountain, two Thorn Vine Warriors observed the battle between the Bamboo Rat Tribe and the Black Snake Tribe while anxiously awaiting the arrival of the Vine Tribe warriors.
One of them said worriedly, "The Black Snake Tribe is too strong. Will the Bamboo Rat Tribe be wiped out before reinforcements arrive?"
The other answered uncertainly, "Probably not. The Bamboo Rat Tribe is good at hiding. If they can't fight, can't they at least hide? Besides, the Bamboo Rat God hasn't appeared yet, so there might be an unexpected surprise."
"Let's hope so..."
The two watched Mangzhu Mountain shrouded in black mist, silently praying that the Bamboo Rat Tribe could hold out a little longer. Once reinforcements arrived, the Bamboo Rat Tribe could be saved.
"Eee!"
While the two were anxiously waiting, suddenly, a familiar bird cry came from afar.
