~： Two hundred and seven, death or surrender?

"The Karazhan people are attacking!"

An aunt with a sharp voice awakened Zhao Yunxiang who was asleep, he quickly got up, took a bow and a few arrows to the center of the tribe.

It is already afternoon, and the shadows in the dense forest not far ahead are shaking, and many people are walking crept forward.

Xiaoqiang and other elites are all ready to go. They are waiting for Zhao Yunxiang's order and are always ready to attack.

"Everyone lined up in a row and waited for them to rush out of the jungle and listen to my order to start shooting arrows." Zhao Yunxiang looked at the dark dense forest. There are not a few people in the forest, and there are more than 60 people in the forest.

"Big brother, the Karazhan tribe has always been a very powerful tribe, with a large number of hundreds of people." Xiaoqiang said, "because tribal customs often sacrifice lives to their gods, people over 40 are generally best ."

"So, their tribe is basically young and strong?" Zhao Yunxiang thought for a while, and probably understood.

Karazhan tribe sacrifice life is indeed very powerful, in order not to affect the survival of the tribe, sacrifice life will choose 40 or more wild people.

The savage lives in embarrassment, and the living environment is even worse. At the age of 40, all physical functions are basically inoperable.

at least……

The most glorious hunting group in the tribe is that there will be no savages above 40 and cannot participate in hunting. They can only build or clean the cave in the tribe.

And it will consume the limited water and food in the tribe. Instead of doing nothing like this, it is better to serve as a sacrifice.

"Perhaps... the real purpose of these sacrifices is only to destroy the population." Zhao Yunxiang is still relatively clear about the methods of those in power.

Like ancient wars, the launching of wars was wasteful and costly, and the main point of doing so was to destroy the population.

When the population is reduced to a certain level, the war will stop, and the survivors can distribute food equally and survive.

If those in power do not advocate war, the limited food will be consumed by a large number of people. Eventually, most people will be hungry. People will do everything if they are hungry, and even threaten the status of those in power.

In the dense forest...

"Captain, it can be confirmed that the Buwanga tribe has a lot of meat, as well as sacred fire and clear water. I also found that they actually live in strange things."

A very clever and good-eyed Karazhan scout said that his job is to climb high and observe the situation.

"A lot of meat, sacred fire, water...and there is such a comfortable residence." The captain of the hunting team holds a spear, and his spear blade is made of semi-precious stones.

The texture of the gem is hard and brittle. The spear blade made with this is extremely sharp, and the Karazhan people also use poison.

This poison is taken from nature. There is a large amount of yellow-white sap in the root system of a tree. The sap is applied to the spear blade. As long as the skin of the prey is pierced, the toxin will enter the heart with the blood, and finally the seven orifices bleed and died.

They are used to hunting with toxins. Although the flesh and blood of the poisoned prey will be poisonous, the toxins will dissipate after roasting them with fire.

"Captain, aren't we going to make a move?" A savage asked. He hadn't eaten barbecue for a long time, and he didn't expect that a small Buwanga tribe would have a magical fire.

"One thing has always been weird." The captain always felt something was wrong. "He has clearly discovered us. There is a huge disparity between the strengths of the two, but why didn't they run away, but instead meant to fight us?"

This incident is not correct, especially the strange semi-circular arc in their hands. What is that, is it a weapon?

"Maybe it's because of the fire and the meat, because the tribe has too many delicious foods, so they want to guard these things." The savage like a scout concluded.

"It makes sense..." The captain also felt that he was too worried, "A small Buwanga tribe, our elite hunting group can wipe out you three times!"

"Everyone listen to my password, rush to me! Slaughter them, grab the fire and food!"

Captain 　　 was the first to rush out of the jungle, followed by more than 60 savages.

"This battle really is big enough!" Zhao Yunxiang squinted at the galloping savages, his eyes rested on the spears in the hands of some savages.

"Fuck, it's luxurious enough to hold gems as weapons, local tyrant!" Zhao Yunxiang used to be a ruby ​​business, but he knew it was ruby ​​from a distance, and its purity was not low. It is definitely a popular item in modern times. .

"Big brother, don't we let down arrows?" Xiao Hei had already drawn his arrows and drawn his bow. Seeing them getting closer, Zhao Yunxiang did not move at all.

"Let the arrow go!"

Following Zhao Yunxiang’s order, the Bouwanga savages lined up in a row to release the first row of arrows, with more than 30 arrows.

The savages practiced archery for a few hours. Although they can't get a good shot, they won't miss the target anymore. In addition, the savages of the Karazhan tribe are densely located, and they have completely become live targets.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

A row of arrows pierced the savages' leather armor, flesh and blood, and even pierced through them with a powerful sound.

"Plop...Plop..."

More than a dozen savages fell, and they were also very astonished. They were so far away, why could the people of the Buwanga tribe attack themselves?

His friends fell, the captain felt that something was not right, and his forward speed slowed down. He planned to observe first.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen savages fell, and some died directly!

"What the **** is going on?" The captain observed and found that his companion was actually killed by a slender wooden stickA wooden stick is not as thick as a little finger, why is it so strong ?

"No, something is wrong!" The captain frowned, and when he looked up, he saw several companions fall down. He saw the slender stick hit his companions, and a blood mist burst out.

"Everyone immediately..." The captain gave an order to prepare everyone to evacuate and return to the jungle.

But before he finished speaking, he only felt a sore throat, and a strong impact drove him down.

"Ho **** ho ho..." The captain pressed his throat hard, blood flowed from his fingers, and finally his eyes lost their looks. What he finally saw was a weird man with a slender appearance and a little white.

The leader of the Karazhan tribe died. Most people in the hunting group did not notice. They had only one idea in their minds, that is to slaughter the flock of weak chickens, and then **** their women and food, as well as the sacred fire and water, and the weird style. Thatched house.

Karazhan tribe warriors have already suffered most of the casualties. When they rushed to a distance of 10 meters from the Buwanga tribe, someone finally discovered that something was wrong.

"Stop, stop, our people...what happened?" The savage who was acting as a scout finally found something was wrong. He turned around and looked around. There was a dead body on the ground, and some were still holding the wound and groaning.

"They are almost dead, do you choose to die or surrender?" Zhao Yunxiang asked coldly with an arrow and a bow.