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"Hmph, that's easy to say. They have three thousand warriors. What can we do?" Black Claw seized the loophole and said in the same disdainful tone, but his eyes flashed a trace of expectation, perhaps Feng Zhiling really had a way.

"What has 3000 warriors got to do with us? Do you have to fight with them? What's the point in winning? "

The three rhetorical questions from the peak made the head and the pole ponder together, but Black Claw became angry and shouted angrily at the peak, "But they are down there …"

"At this point, this is the only way …" Everyone could not help but nod their heads. After all, he had very few people, so there was no need to feel sorry for him.

"Did I say I was going to abandon them?" The peak drank all the jujube wine in one gulp and listened to the drumbeats on the wall.

"Three claws, I've brought all that I can get, it's all poisonous …" The two servants carried the two bundles of weeds to the front of the mountain.

"Put it there …" He didn't even raise his head as he put the full bottle aside. Once again, he picked up another bottle made of pottery. He raised his head and saw that the man was still standing there with a bashful and bashful look on his face.

"Sanqiao, how about you take a look at me?" Gritting his teeth, Fang Xing turned his body to the side, not daring to face the peak. He used the corner of his eyes to look at the peak in anticipation, revealing a side view of his face.

"How about what?" Tall Peak didn't even look at the incisors. He flicked his fingers a few times on the unknown plants on the ground, and three drops of essential oil were separated from them. They were sent into the bottle.

The repetitive refining process allowed him to break through the limit of his ability and manipulate three drops of liquid at once. Unfortunately, he needed to ingest these essences internally, so he couldn't let the enemy open his mouth and deliver them into their mouths, could he?

"Look at me, look at me carefully …" The broken tooth seemed to be a bit anxious and kept on shouting. It was like a spoiled child throwing a bottle. Feng Feiyun couldn't wait to throw a bottle at it.

"Get out, don't bother me if there's nothing else …" A shout from the peak of the mountain made Kong Chi's face turn pale. He then turned around and walked out of the room, leaving behind the peak area with his head hanging down as he refined the poison.

"Fang Pisces, why is your hair so clean? Lice? " There was a tradition in the tribe that when lice grew in one's hair one had to wash it with special shampoo, which was why others said that.

"You're the one with lice, your woman and children have lice …" The Horde Warriors who found out that he was different from the others turned pale. They glared at him, turned around, and walked away with a bunch of wild flowers and weeds in their hands that nobody knew where they had picked them from.

"What are you doing …" Seeing the direction in which the brave warrior had gone, Mouthy immediately shouted. That was the place where the Beautiful Lady lived.

"To send flowers to the fragrant meat girl, I saw that she picked a few yesterday …" The brave warrior inadvertently swept his face that was much cleaner than before. He then glanced at his dirty animal skin clothes and rolled his eyes in disdain.

"You, you actually took a bath …" As if discovering a new continent, the fanged man pointed at the tribal warrior with trembling teeth. He saw that the fellow had also become much cleaner and had shaved his beard, giving him the appearance of a pretty boy.

"Make way …" The fangs were pushed away and a tall and sturdy tribe warrior was seen walking forward while hugging a water jar that was half a man's height. He swayed like a bear and walked out of the water, and there was a small tree in the water tank with a few dying flowers hanging from it.

"You …" Gritting his teeth in shock, he realized that this brawny warrior had also taken a bath, and had even planted a flower in his ear?

"Little brat, learn a little. When I get better with the fragrant meat girl, remember to give me a wedding gift …" The brawny man had a face full of flesh and clean black skin. There were a few deep, deep wounds on his chin, a mark left by the shaving.

"How is that possible, how did you know to bathe …" The fang was confused. He could not help but to shout out the doubts in his mind. Could it be … The Three Claws told them?

"Humph, you're the only one who is allowed to eat?" The other day when you and Great Elder muttered to each other, some of us heard it all. Great Elder said that the meat fragrance lady belongs to whoever who gets her to nod her head.

After he finished speaking, the muscular man held the huge flowerpot, stared at the guy holding the flowerpot in a threatening manner, and raised the huge water jar that weighed at least one hundred pounds.

"Angry …" "This is so infuriating …" Gritting his teeth at the two who had left, he could not help but let out a mournful wail. He blamed himself for thinking of taking a bath today. Why don't you pay attention to the fragrance of the flowers?

"Not bad, there are only two of them, I can definitely win …" He suddenly thought of the mountain behind him, and he couldn't help but muster up his confidence, staring resolutely in the direction of the Beautiful Meat Girl.

"Hurry up, they're in front. If we're late, we won't even be able to remember the appearance of the noodles. That's a delicious girl, delicious and delicious. What a good name …" A loud noise rang out. The broken tooth turned around numbly. The determination in its eyes suddenly became empty.

Some of them had even smeared their own heads with some unknown grease to make them smoother than others. Even from a distance, one could smell the strange smell, but in a tribe lacking in meat, this was truly top grade perfume, perfume that could make people drool.

There were no flowers in their hands, but there were everything in their possession. Three feet of fat smoked meat, brightly colored linen, a variety of women's equipment from the materials used to store the plants, and even a simple dressing table. Most notably, a guy was holding a brand-new tub, which he had never used before.

Gritting his teeth in shock, he watched as this group of chatty and high-spirited men walked past him, leaving behind a meaty smell that made people drool. All of a sudden, his eyes became moist. Why …

The Savage Warriors and the Earth Slayer Tribe were like two separate worlds, one inside and the other outside. The two sides didn't have any interaction, so they were both silent and solemn.

Hundreds of tents were scattered like pearls around a pearl necklace, surrounding the tribe from afar. However, the tribe that could accommodate thousands of people was too big, so most of the areas were empty and could only serve as warning.

Standing on top of the wall, Feng Feiyun seriously stared at the canyon in the distance. The entrance to the canyon was still in their hands, but it was blocked by three to five tents. All of the tents were lit with torches.

"Can it work?" Black Claw wasn't too optimistic about the mountain peak's method. This was a huge commotion caused by several thousand people, how could they possibly hide it?

He looked at the arrangement of the barbarians and calculated the distance between them.

"We don't have much time. Once we clean up the Western Wilderness, it will be our turn. They don't want to conquer us, they want to take us in as cannon fodder …" "The cannon fodder to attack the Fortress of Despair …"

"Do you mean that only after we are dead will the Wasteland's men attack the Fortress of Despair?" Black Claw's expression changed drastically. He did not reply, but it was obvious that he was smiling bitterly.

"The rope, the pike, and the wood. We can get as many as we want …"

Seeing the arrangement of the barbarians, Feng Feiyun felt a lot more at ease. However, he still said: "Those tribal warriors that have come to seek refuge are a big problem. They might …"

"Kill them, don't leave any threats behind …" Black Claw was cruel and merciless, he would never show mercy to outsiders.

"If that's the case, we might as well let them rush out …" It was a pity. They were all good warriors. How could they be of any use?

"No one knows if the Southern Wilderness will be like the Western Wilderness, who knows what they'll do after they kill someone like this?"

Black Claw turned his head to look at the mountain valley, and said after a long while, "As you wish. You only have one chance." Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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