Chapter 341

Hearing that the space channel was opened in advance, Nuge could no longer maintain a calm and calm appearance. Blood rushed to his forehead, his face was red, and the expression on his face changed again and again, ecstatic.

Fortunately, it was covered by bone armor, so no one else could see it, otherwise his cold-blooded and cruel image would collapse.

"God ebony, God bless my mountain worm!"

"All soldiers obey the order, the future of the tribe is ahead, print our footprints and our blood in the new world behind the Holy Gate!"

Nu Ge's thick right arm was tense, his calloused hand clenched the handle of the knife, and with a bang, he pulled out the big thing that could barely be seen as a knife.

This knife weighs at least a hundred or ten kilograms, and the edge is extremely sharp. It is obvious that the owner of the knife loves it very much and takes good care of it.

Nuge held the machete with one hand without blushing or panting, while holding the sharp blade in the palm of his left hand, a huge wound was drawn out with just a light stroke.

Nu Ge plunged the machete into the soil without changing his face, put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, smeared the hot blood on his palm, and drew a simple pattern on his face.

This is not self-mutilation, but a mountain worm tribe ritual.

This is a battle pattern, which can only be mastered by shamans of all ages. After it is activated, it can bring powerful boosts to the holders of the battle pattern in a short period of time, but the price of this is to consume their vitality.

A mature Unota warrior can only activate the battle pattern three times in his life, even a great commander like Nu Ge can only activate it 5-6 times at most, and the natural lifespan of all soldiers who have activated the battle pattern will be greatly reduced.

Therefore, this battle pattern also has the meaning of death battle.

"For the Horde!" After Nu Ge finished his last stroke, the sky-shattering roar sounded.

The other soldiers also used their own blood to draw battle marks on their faces. The smell of blood filled the vicinity of the space passage, and the determination reached to the sky, stirring up the clouds floating above their heads.

"For the Horde!"

"For the Horde!"

Nu Ge left a group of soldiers behind and asked them to report the situation to the other two commanders and shamans who came later. Then he stepped into the space passage first, and the other soldiers also resolutely followed.

Their figures quickly disappeared in this cruel and bloody wild world.

...

As soon as Nu Ge walked out of the space passage, he smelled a dangerous breath.

Before he had time to look around, the soles of his feet were empty and his body fell down.

"Who is so wicked to hollow out this place! Where's the advance team?!" This idea just came up, and there was a tingling feeling between his brows.

As if being stared at by an ancient evil beast, Nuge's heart shrank rapidly as if being grasped by a big hand, and the spiritual world was also covered with a layer of gloom, a feeling of fear and powerlessness disappeared. Welling out from the bottom of my heart, it spread quickly.

Nu Ge, who had experienced countless fights, bit the tip of his tongue fiercely at the moment of life and death, his mouth was full of blood, and the severe pain successfully freed him from the mental oppression.

Nuge, who had experienced many battles, activated the battle pattern decisively without even thinking about it, his aura soared, and his falling speed became several times faster, and he fell directly to the bottom of the pit.

boom!

A huge crater exploded where Nuge was originally staying, overflowing with energy, spider web-like cracks spread rapidly around, air waves tumbling, and dust flying.

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Nu Ge's cheek under the bone armor. If he hadn't made a quick decision, he would have been crippled by this blow.