018 Barbarian Warrior

"Brother Chachai, I have already said that we should move our places. Think about Ma Dai, Rub and Jos. They are all forced to die and run away by these mad warriors. When will dozens of tribes around here be dispersed without their harm?"

"Hey, brother, don't say a few words. Think about it, where can we be taken in around here? We need strength and weapons without weapons. If you want to go to other forests to grab territory, don't you want to die!" After Chachai finished speaking, he looked at a certain direction of Linzi and said helplessly, "Although these crazy soldiers often bully us, they can make us live a rest for at least a few months after coming here, so you'd better bear with it. Let's go and follow me around to see how others..."

The dissatisfied exile measured it, and finally sighed helplessly and went to help others.

There are only 20 or 30 people in this small tribe, but there is not even an intermediate warrior among them, like a group of peasants gathered together. This big man named Chachai is just a low-level warrior. If he goes to other tribes, he will definitely not be reused.

Chachai just regarded the ghost as an ordinary exile. Everyone else was busy building a hut damaged by the mad warrior. Chachai took the little boy to sit on the wooden stake next to him and chat with the ghost.

"Is the Berserker very powerful?" Ghost's problems are always very direct.

Chachai nodded with a wry smile, touched the child's head and said, "Before they came, there were at least a dozen tribes and more than 30 senior soldiers in this forest. At that time, although everyone was conflicted with each other, they lived freely, but seven or eight years ago, this group of mad warriors suddenly came in. They were first another One destroyed the other tribes, and all the intermediate warriors and senior warriors were killed or driven away by them. Then this group of guys announced that the forest was the territory of theirkuang warriors, and we, the exiles belonging to different ethnic groups, suddenly became their subordinates.

"Without the senior warriors, we exiles can't go anywhere at all. They treat us like livestock. Every once in a while, these madmen will come out to eat, drink and rob women. If it weren't for the particularly fierce resistance, they would not have gone crazy and kill people," Chachai sighed, "I They really live like a herd of livestock.

"I heard that there are not many of them, and more than 30 senior soldiers can't beat them?"

Chachai glanced at the ghost, shook his head and said, "Young man, haven't you seen the mad warrior go crazy? They can knock down a hut and knock down a bison with one punch! Several tribes that had fought with them before were torn to pieces by these madmen! My brother is also a low-level samurai. Unfortunately, the mad warrior robbed his wife. He just went up and argued a few words and let a mad warrior punch him to death. Hey, in the end, only this child was left..."

Chachai patted the child's head with love. On the left ear island, people without strength will never have a position. In many cases, whoever has a big fist has reason.

"The only advantage of the existence of these guys is that our forest is that even bandits don't want to come in, and people in other areas never come to conflict with us. Berserkers are born to combatiacs. They have to tos around if they have nothing to do. If someone provokes the door, these guys will tear each other up. Only then can I stop..."

"So, this forest is a good place. As long as a few mad warriors are killed, anyone can rule here." The ghost frowned. This is a good place, but I don't know what Silestor will think.

"The strength of the mad warrior exceeds that of the senior samurai! It's not so easy to kill them," Chachai seemed to hear a joke. Although he was not feeling well, he still laughed: "After they went crazy, not only increased their strength several times, but even ordinary weapons may not hurt them. What's more, the 14 mad warriors always act together. I want to be together in the whole peripheral circle. There are not many tribes to deal with a small group of madmen.

Everyone in this forest has fantasized about killing these mad warriors, but they don't have this ability, and people with this ability will not come here to fight hard, so these exiles can only live carefully under the ** power of the mad warrior and silently accept the oppression of this mad warrior, even if their relatives like Chachai are killed by mad warriors. If you kill it, you will rarely think about revenge.

After getting the information he needed, the ghost left Chachai's village. He observed several small tribes in this forest. Their situation was similar to that of Chachai. After two days of turning around, the ghost finally dived to the desolate stone mountain.

Because he doesn't want to clash with the Berserkers yet, the ghost chose a rainy night to quietly climb the stone mountain.

From time to time, women's cries and men's beast-like laughter came from the spacious cave. The ghost sneaked in quietly like a dark shadow. This kind of mad warrior was so arrogant that there was no guard, and 14 people stayed in the cave drinking and playing.

At the bottom of the cave is a huge space of dozens of meters. The mad warriors burned a big fire on the ground, and some stolen animal skins were randomly spread on the ground. They were either eating, drinking and chatting, or holding a woman from nowhere to live. A group of people lived together without scruples like primitive people.

A Gui stood quietly behind a thick stalagmite and secretly looked at the situation below. Sure enough, there were 14 extremely strong men, one of whom had a blood tattoo extending from the forehead to the chin on both sides of his cheeks. This is the madman Red Pattern Captain Zaro said.

This person is the most powerful of thesekuangzhan shi, and the ghost couldn't help looking at it a few more times.

Captain Chiwen is drinking wine with his men and discussing how many more women will come back in a few days. These people have been almost played by everyone. They can throw them to which tribe they will raise while they are not dead.

Several people were chatting happily, and the beast-like sensitive red lines suddenly felt like being stared at. Although the mad warrior's appearance was rough, they were closer to nature than those thin and weak exiles. As soon as the ghost looked at them, he caused the alert of the red lines.

The strong red pattern suddenly stood up, and his big earthy eyes looked around vigilantly to see what was wrong. The feeling of staring was very fast, and he was not sure which direction it came from.

Whether it is people who come in or their own unruly subordinates, Chiwen should be treated carefully. He doesn't worry about people who come in outside, but each of these guys who don't know how to be sober and crazy wants to take their place. Chiwen doesn't want to be confusedly broken by their necks.

These emotionally unstable mad warriors are a group of explosive barrels. Any small friction may stimulate them to go crazy, and the mad warriors are simply a killing machine. They can't distinguish which are enemies and which are comrades-in-arms.

The tribe also asked Captain Chiwen to bring out his men because the internal consumption of these low-level mad warriors was too serious. Captain Chiwen knew that there were at least a dozen teams like him scattered around on Zuo'er Island. 80% of the more than 300 mad warriors were such uncontrollable low-level battles. Shi.

Competition is the tradition of the mad warrior family. Chiwen believes that as long as they relax, these young guys will defeat themselves and become captains. If these impulsive little guys are allowed to lead the team, something may happen.

Red-striped's eyes passed by the mad warriors. Fortunately, no one showed excitement, but Chiwen believed that someone stared at him fiercely just now, but he had escaped countless attacks with his own spirit** sense!

At this time, the ghost had hid close to the stalagmite and hid in the darkness. He didn't expect that the tall captain of the red pattern would immediately feel something after being looked at by him. Now is not a good time for the car to withdraw. The ghost adjusted his breathing and quietly waited for things to develop.

After looking at his men several times, Chiwen turned his eyes to those robbed women again. It happened that a woman was staring at Captain Chiwen who stood up with resentment, so she became a scapegoat for the ghost.

Red lines came over a few steps and grabbed the woman's hair, pulled her directly to the skin, pulled off the small piece of skin used by the woman to cover her shame, and jumped on the woman like a beast.

After carefully looking at the number and image of these mad warriors, the ghost quietly sneaked out. Before reaching the mouth of the cave, there was a woman's sharp cry. Chiwen didn't like to be hated. He was torturing the woman to death.

Drilling out of the cave, the ghost identified the direction of the moonlight and walked to the outer beach overnight. Among these three forces, the axe camp can make friends, and the relationship between the wolf group is still to be determined, and the group of Berserkers does not need to pay attention to it at all. If it gets in the way, it can only be eliminated immediately. These guys have nothing to do it at all. France lives peacefully, and the ghost thinks that these mad warriors can be called a real disaster.

Agui came out for about ten days this time, but by the time he went back, the whole camp was not like he had left at all.

One of the huts was burned down, and several of Lao Ge's men were injured, while Bogart patrolled around the camp day and night with middle-level warriors and hired warriors.

"What's going on in the camp?" In Xilestor's room, several leaders gathered together for a meeting. The first sentence of the ghost was to ask about the situation in the camp.

"It's a bandit!" Bogart said angrily, "We were attacked by bandits a few days ago, injured several people and burned a hut!" But after we killed a few people in the end, they retreated.

Agui nodded. There are as many bandits on this island as flies. They are either exiles without territory or warriors wandering around for various reasons. Anyway, in order to survive and enjoy, they harass the weak camp like flies.

"I'm worried that they will come back to retaliate, so I strengthened the patrol with Bogart," Zarrow continued, "But they haven't come back these days. I guess they have left. Now that you come back, our strength will be stronger."