C23

It was just like the battlefield in his memory where a shell exploded. The military knife stabbed into the venomous person's crotch, just a hair away from piercing the second son of the venomous person. Looking at the hilt of the blade on his crotch, the venomous person let out an extremely miserable cry.

Poison People were men as well. Men would always value the things in their pants. This was the instinct of males, so they were frightened by the pain and lost their cool.

"Kill him." Needless to say more, the remaining servants and servants waved their fangs one by one and rushed towards him.

"Ahh!" A badly deformed scream came out from his throat, next to the bloodstained military knife was something as thick as a thumb, black and rumbling. His lower body had a big hole in it, like a pump, pumping out blood.

That sound fell onto the ground and mixed with the dust and sand, and the fresh blood that he coughed out formed a huge circle on the ground. The venomous man slowly raised his right hand, looking at the sawteeth in his own body, and let out an even more miserable wail. He ruthlessly threw away his blade, and jumped around while hugging his crotch.

This method of hiding in the dark and watching others die in fear was their greatest pleasure. However, under the extreme and accidental reaction from the peak of the mountain, a miracle was created when a poisonous person stabbed the poisonous person. Any poisonous person could kill a group of tribal warriors by themselves at night.

It didn't matter what that military knife had cut off. Picking it up, Feng Feiyun shouted to the surprised crowd: "Hurry up and leave, or else it'll be too late."

"Hmph, it's already too late." The uncooperative Claws stood up from the ground, holding his Fangs Blade as he rushed over, the Barren Warrior with an astonished expression on his face welcomed him.

"All around." Around them, there were dire soldiers everywhere. Some had discovered them, some had not, and were just checking to see if their tents were on fire.

"Charge!" As soon as he passed through a tent, he bumped into a human warrior. The moment they split up, the warrior's heart bled and fell to the ground, while the mountain passed by him and the general stabbed his sword into the waist of another human warrior.

The kidney was the vital point of a man. Although it was not fatal, it would make a person lose their fighting strength, so Feng Zhiling no longer cared about the lethal force. Wherever it was, he would cut them as soon as he had the chance.

In this dark and chaotic night, the wailing barbarians would expose their position. But because of the delay from the poisonous people, the barbarians were finally able to restore order in the midst of their reinforcements. It could be said that right now, the tribe warriors didn't have any chance to seize back the victory, not even in a tie.

Originally, he had seventeen people, and now he had eighteen people with two claws. After losing two of them, he still had sixteen left, and his biggest wish was that these sixteen people would be able to escape in one piece.

In fact, it was not easy to achieve this. The tribe of three thousand people was too big, and it was easy for them to break into the tribe in the first place, but it was not so easy for them to escape. You never would have thought that the barbarian warriors they met at the next turn were one or a bunch of them.

The most suitable for close combat was his capture, as well as his piercing attacks. However, he had already been wounded before, and after that, even if he had enough time to rest, he would still be tired even if he was an iron man.

As he ran, he felt as if his breathing wasn't as smooth as the people behind him, but compared to the people behind him, other than the two claws, the rest were weaker.

Finally, the mountain didn't rush out in a rush. They had chosen the wrong direction, and there were dozens of women, Servant Qi, and a few barbarian warriors fighting in front to save the fire. He made a mistake, he thought that the place would be more chaotic if there was a fire, but he didn't think that this was the barbarian's home.

As long as they didn't go out, they wouldn't be discovered for the time being.

The interior of the tent was not the Barren's living room, but a warehouse filled with wicker frames. The frames were not made of flour or beast skins, but rather, were made of white and red natural paint. Clearly, this was the Barren's dressing room.

The shouts and running sounds of the barbarians became more and more concentrated around the tent, causing the people who were stuck in the tent to become more and more anxious.

Teeth Cracked slowly crawled to Teeth Peak's side and whispered, "Can you run out?" "Yes." Teeth Crunch …

These words were in the hearts of everyone as they gathered at the peak of the mountain.

"We can't escape, there are at least three to four hundred people in this area, they are all women, Servant Qi, and some children."

"Kill your way out! Kill anyone you see!" A cold voice came from behind, it was unknown whether it was a servant or a servant.

"This won't do. We only have this few people. They realized that we are the ones who died." Feng Feiyun used another reason to persuade the others. In fact, it was a good idea to go out now. These people were all attracted by the flames, and once they were caught off guard, they would panic again. Even if there were only fifteen people with them, they could still easily fight their way out.

The peak of the mountain was constantly being observed. The Wasteland Warriors that they could see previously were no longer around. They should have been summoned to a place where there were Horde Warriors. So now was the perfect opportunity.

However, Feng Feng didn't want to kill these women and children. He was a warrior who had experienced bloodshed before, but he also had his own bottom line. So he lied to his companions behind him, just like how he lied to them when he first completed those strategic goals.

In the beginning, he didn't think too much about it. But now, when more than ten people had given their lives to him, it was all for the sake of the bottom line in his heart. Deceiving them, he felt somewhat helpless.

Gritting his teeth, he didn't know what Feng Feng Feng was thinking and angrily said: "But when are we going to hide? Many of the barbarians have been washed away by the paint. They will definitely come in and paint their bones anew. These bunch of Koreans. "

Chi Ya's words were like a mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts. The Wasteland took the totems on their bodies very seriously, and had specially set aside a special warehouse to store these paints. If Chi Ya spoke those words, it was very possible that he did, and all of the Wasteland warriors would come back to the tribe.

However, a bolt of lightning struck Feng Feiyun's mind. He blankly looked at the broken tooth and then looked at the pile of rattan frames. He suddenly jumped up and loudly shouted: "There's a way!" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

After reporting, the maintenance staff will correct the section content within two minutes. Please be patient and refresh the page.