C17

Countless spears rained down on the Black Claw Tribe's camp, piercing through the chests of the frightened servants and servants. The scattered people were instantly cleared. In front of the javelins, most of the comrades were in despair.

Feng Feng looked at the barbarian warriors coming towards them. Suddenly, a strange idea popped up in his mind. If these people were all willing to listen to his orders, then the loose formation of the barbarian warriors would not be able to withstand a single blow.

The thirty to forty Horde Warriors let out heart-wrenching roars, and fearlessly rushed towards the Horde Warriors who had stopped them. Behind them, their servants and servants, who had been scared stiff earlier, also crazily followed up. As long as someone took the lead, they did not lack the courage to fight to the death.

After swinging the javelin, the mountain peak suddenly threw its fangs, rolling on the ground with him in its arms. With a whistling sound, the scarlet fireball exploded where they were standing previously, scattering countless sparks.

Gritting his teeth and coughing violently, he was pulled up from the ground by Feng Zhiling. Just now, Feng Zhiling had hit his lungs, but it had saved his life. At this moment, under the firelight, he was looking at Feng Zhiling expectantly.

The peak had once saved the incisor from the sandstorm, making the heart and soul admire the peak. Now that it had also saved his life, it couldn't help but wake up from its frenzied state, hoping that the peak would lead him to a way out.

One after another, fireballs rained down on the frontliners. Peak-hearted players knew that the direction of the stone catcher had changed. It was moving from the back to the front to block.

"Back off, let your Ah Da retreat, we can't charge anymore …"

Blood and human heads flew in the shadows of the blades and spears. The warriors of the Black Claw Tribe had been through hundreds of battles, and even if they lost, they still had the determination to fight to the death.

The Black Claw Tribe was ambushed by the barbarians, and they were attacked from both sides. At this moment, if they were to say that they were fighting bravely, then they might as well say that they were struggling on the edge of death. However, Black Claw still did not show himself.

Feng Feng was the third son of Hei Zhuo, but he was not the heir to the tribe after all. His identity as a warrior had been confirmed, but he was not recognized on the battlefield.

In terms of individual combat strength, the tribal warriors were stronger than the barbarian warriors, and they were able to fight to the point of losing 1.5 points in front of the desperate line. However, this could not save anything, because the number of tribe warriors was too small, and most of the tribe warriors were holding back the barbarian warriors in the rear.

Ru Lin's long spear was coming from both sides of the team, forming a huge encirclement. If they weren't mistaken, the tribe was preparing to attack from the back and front, then encircle them from both sides, and kill all of the warriors in this area. They didn't want to fight to the end.

Most of his servants' spears had been thrown away, while his attendants' performance was not much better. If not for the fact that Fangs was concerned about the value of the Fangs Blade, he might have also thrown it away. The falling meteors were like the Hades, increasing everyone's fear.

Feng Feiyun pulled out two throwing spears from the corpses around him, and from the servants and servants lying on the ground, he shouted: "All of you get up, lie on the ground and die faster …"

No one listened to him. In this kind of desperate battle, even standing up required courage. Chu Feng once again jumped to the side, avoiding a falling fireball. He picked up a burning spear and ruthlessly lashed his butt on the ground, making him jump up while screaming miserably.

"Draw them all up, if they don't listen, kill them all for me …"

At this moment, Feng Feiyun was like the commander of the front line, kicking and punching the servants and servants up one by one and stuffing them with spears.

While Gou Ya was still looking for Ah Da, a group of more than ten javelins was set up on the battlefield.

"Charge!" Raising the spear in his hand, Feng Feiyun shouted and rushed forward. Under the leader's effect, more than ten servants and servants also rushed up with him. More servants and servants also climbed up from the ground, found weapons they could use, and followed closely behind him.

"Wherever I throw it, you throw it …" Behind the brawling crowd, Feng Chong shouted to the people behind him. At this time, there were already dozens of people shouting at the same time. In this situation, as long as someone took the lead, they would find the backbone.

"Throw …" With a loud roar, Feng Feiyun threw his long spear into the forest on the left. In an instant, a long spear fell to the ground. In the next moment, dozens of spears rushed in, causing more of them to be thrown into chaos.

"Throw again …" With another roar, the long spear's formation was pushed back a little bit.

"Throw them all out …" This time, there was no need for a peak demonstration. Seeing the Wasteland Warrior fall under the throwing spears, all the servants and servants found some confidence in themselves. They all ran to help out and threw out the spears in their hands.

The moment the long spear array was blasted out of the gap, the bloody Teeth Cutter Ah Da was pulled to the side of Feng.

Without waiting for the peak to speak, the old warrior noticed the flaw and shouted, "It broke through! It broke through!"

To the Horde Warriors, breaking through to the next level was a miracle of victory. They could no longer hold on due to the inexhaustible number of Wasteland Warriors. When they heard the shouts, they all burst out in cheers.

Before the Horde Warriors rushed over, Feng and Da had already closed in on the forest of spears. In the formation of the spears, the fangs were easier to use than the spear, but the knife in the army's right arm was easier to use.

He used the clan warrior's fangs to block the third spear for him. He took the opportunity to squeeze into the long spear formation to get close to the barbarian warrior, and before the barbarian warrior could reach him with the spear, he flashed past him, spraying blood all over the barbarian warrior's neck. The extreme dizziness caused the barbarian warrior to fall to the ground.

It was as agile as a fish, but his sabre could accurately cut into the tendons and arteries of the barbarian soldiers, causing one long spear after another to fall off, and more and more people rushed into their positions.

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