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The mountain peak successfully evaded the first wave of searches, and the barbarians were scattered across the wilderness, scattered and disorderly. Many of the barbarian warriors walked through the hollow where the mountain peak was hidden, but they didn't find anything wrong with it. Even if they stood close by, it was not easy to find the peak in the sand.

The small tribe with only two thousand people was surrounded by more than four thousand barbarian warriors, and the one surrounding him was the green-faced protector who had scolded him in the tent last night. He was blind with one eye like a cornered beast, and when he looked at the guy, his throat was growling while the eight hundred barbarian warriors around him were beginning to lose their balance. Under the encirclement of five times the enemy's strength, they would have no chance of winning.

"Heng Man, Heng Jue said that the tribe can leave on their own, what exactly do you want? The central wilderness has already been lost, do you want us to kill each other until we're destroyed … "

"Hahaha …" Do you think that breaking off will treat it as though nothing had happened? I've already given you the chance, you guys don't want it … "

"Just what do you want …" The group of men couldn't hold it in any longer, and interrupted Heng Man's conversation. The vicious face of Heng Man instantly eased up. He stared at the clan behind him greedily and said, "What do you think?"

"In order to resist the northern tribes, we have also suffered heavy losses. We used to have over three thousand barbarian warriors, but now, we have become like this. Don't you have any face at all …"

He knew what Crosscut wanted, and he wanted to swallow his entire tribe. This time, the central wilderness was severely damaged, and many of the Wasteland warriors had died there, so he urgently needed to add on. This was also why he wanted to leave.

"Humph, you think too simply? The crossroads has already given you a chance. You don't want to do it yourself. Either hand over the tribe and leave, or … "You can go and tell Crosscut yourself …"

In order to make an example of him, Heng Man would kill him without any hesitation. If he stayed, it would mean that his tribe would be destroyed, and his four thousand barbarian warriors would be killed by his counterattack. That was why Heng Man would let him go, because a person without the protection of his tribe would no longer be a threat.

"You can't listen to him. Without you, we will all become canines …" The Great Clan Elder looked flustered as he pleaded with his head full of begging, but he still had hesitation on his face.

If this dragged on, Heng Man's patience would run out. He would die with the tribe, but what would happen to the tribe if he left? The tribe had already blended into the life of the Protector, and both sides could not let go of each other if they wanted to.

"Humph, a plan to cut off the line is not something you can guess. If he can lead you through the wilderness and reach here, is a piece of the Western Wilderness enough? "This place can't accommodate us, can't accommodate too many people. If we want to live, we can only fight our way out …"

Heng Man looked at his head and said disdainfully. How could a skylark know the ambition of a giant bird? What was there to earn in a tattered Western Wilderness? The real Big Head was still behind him.

"Could it be …" The expression on the face of the Great Elder changed drastically. He was wearing an ugly expression on his face. The Great Elder was completely confused.

"Your barbarian soldier or warrior, the warrior's son is still the former pawn, the woman is still their woman, everything will remain the same …"

Heng Man's declaration was heard by most of the people, and the expressions of the barbarian soldiers of the Man-Headed Race immediately changed. They whispered to each other, and many of them showed signs of leaving the place.

"You guys are crazy, can you guys go there …" After a moment of surprise, they began to curse loudly, not for their own tribe, but for the entire tribe.

"The strength of Heng Ye's seventy-two tribes hasn't been damaged. On the contrary, we've never been so powerful before. You small tribes will never know how many protectors we have, how many enemies we show, how many soldiers we regret …"

After saying that last word, the Great Elder started to tremble and mumbled to himself in a daze, "How is that possible? There has never been an army that appeared in the Western Wilderness. Could they be the leaders of the Hunchbacked Tribe?"

"Seventy-two Hengye Race? "Could it be that you intentionally gave up the central wilderness?" The entire head suddenly thought of an impossible outcome. His heart began to feel weak from the shock, and now his conjecture was even more horrifying.

"Hmph, what you know is always the world inside the gerbils' cave. You can't imagine the outside world. There are many things I can't tell you. Crosscut isn't very satisfied with you, so you should know already?"

Heng Man changed the topic and continued to talk about him. The Great Elder looked at him blankly, wanting his idea.

"Heng Man, don't think that we will lose if we lose an army. With seventy-two clans and a hundred thousand troops, we will be considered very powerful. Two hundred years ago, the strongest tribe in the wilderness, Full Moon Tribe, had three hundred thousand troops and one hundred thousand warriors. How many tribes do we only have left?" "You guys are courting death, seeking your own deaths..."

The four thousand barbarian soldiers raised their weapons at the same time, their spears and sabers like a forest, covering the sky and blocking the sun, making all the warriors around them nervous at the same time. Many of them had been scared by Heng Man's words and the enemies who were a few times stronger than him, so they couldn't help but leave the army and walk to one side alone.

"Hah! Hah!" When they saw that someone had left the tribe, four thousand barbarians shouted at the same time, forming a deafening sound wave together, which made even more people make up their minds. They did not stop them, but looked at the proud and complacent Heng Man and said in a shrill voice, "Two hundred years, two hundred years, that's how the barbarians are right now, do you want to destroy the wilderness? And now there are barbarians … "

"Hmph, you want to teach me a lesson with something that looks like a gerbils in a cave? Your men have already made their choice. Are you going to leave or die … "

Only the Great Elder remained by his side, his face filled with pride. This battle was like a battle without any battles, even if the elder was unwilling, there would not be any more accidents. His mission this time was considered complete, and it depended on how he was rewarded.

"Everyone, let's go, it's over …" The fact that the Great Elder could sit in this position was due to his loyalty and loyalty. Even at the last moment, he did not leave his master's side. Following his cry, he miserably raised his head to look at the approaching night sky and said with a bleak voice, "It's over, it's all over.

"Leader, are we letting them go just like that?" Under the control of the barbarian soldiers, the entire tribe slowly turned around and headed towards the Wasteland Great Tribe. As for Heng Man, he looked at the group of people who left with a frown, and did not leave alone. His women and children, as well as the family of the Great Elder, as well as a lot of canonians and soldiers who had volunteered to follow them, had also reached a total of more than four hundred people, which was a fifth of the tribe.

Hearing his subordinate's leader's question, the corner of Heng Man's mouth raised into a sneer, but his face was covered by the darkness. He heard his low voice, "I hope they can live past tonight.

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