Chapter 037 ambushed [Fourth Update]

A continuous and steep mountain, the two ends of the mountain gradually protrude out, like two powerful arms, embracing a village. There are only thousands of families in this village, and it can only be regarded as a medium village in the village.

A large river about 50 meters wide in front of the village flows around most of the village. I don't know where it will go. There is a wooden bridge on the river, which is 20 meters wide and dilapidated everywhere. Several 20-meter-high wooden arrow towers were built at this end of the village. At this moment, all these arrow towers collapsed, and several witch soldiers who were usually responsible for observation were all buried under the collapsed arrow towers. Their bodies were stiff and completely silent.

At this time, the smoke over the village was shining, and a sound of anger and crying came from it and gradually disappeared. Occasionally, there were a few angry rebukes, and they were quickly silent. A moment later, a bigger fire came out of it and rushed to the sky. Even Zhu Rong, who was a hundred miles away, could see clearly across several mountains.

"That place seems to be our village." Zhu Rongman's face changed slightly. He hurriedly greeted the villagers who came with him, put the prey on his shoulders, rode on the mount, and roared, driving the mount to run quickly towards the village.

The barbarian beast rode over the mountains and climbed over the flat ground, and several mountains turned over in a blink of an eye. Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhu Rong's eyes were cracked, and his body shook for a while, roared, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

All the buildings in the whole Mangshan Village, including the only wooden bridge connected to the outside world, were destroyed by fire.

The rolling flames rushed into the sky, reflecting Zhu Rongman's body in a blur. There was a strong smell of meat from the fire, which was the fragrance of thousands of corpses in Mangshan Village.

"Aman, this?" Several villagers behind Zhu Rongman's faces were pale and they were shocked until now.

"Let's go to the Xiongling tribe." Zhu Rongman wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, pulled the mount, turned around and left.

With such a fierce fire, no one can survive. And there is a river blocking it, and Zhu Rongman can't get close to it at all.

When Zhu Rongman led the villagers to the Xiongling tribe, Chang Heng also found the way back to the Xiongling tribe. There are generally few large tribes with a scale of more than 100,000 people, and there are only one or two within a radius of 10,000 miles. Chang Heng wants to find other tribes. It must take more time. Moreover, the twelve witch clans are not friendly, especially the Zhu Rong clan and Gonggong clan, which are even more hostile. If Chang Heng accidentally runs to Gong's territory, what awaits him is endless pursuit.

Changheng returned to the Xiongling tribe. On the one hand, he exchanged some needed things with collected elixirs and other things, and on the other hand, he wanted to find some alchemy skills. Without these skills, all kinds of elixirs and other things collected can only be exchanged cheaply with people like Chang Heng.

Riding a barbarian beast caught temporarily, Chang Heng quickly shuttled between the mountains and forests. Now Chang Heng is a Wuwu-level master, and some places that should have taken a detour also dared to rush over. It was much faster, and he soon came to the place ambushed by Mr. Mu Bai.

The damage caused at the beginning has already been restored, and some broken trees have also sprouted at the fracture. The aura in the wilderness is extremely strong. As long as the roots are not broken, these trees will live tenaciously no matter how seriously they are damaged.

The sound of a branch breaking came into his ears. Chang Heng's heart was stiff and he had not yet responded. A long arrow flew out of the heavy forest with the sound of the wind, shooting directly into Chang Heng's forehead.

As this long arrow flew out, there was a crash sound of bowstrings around, and at least 14 or 45 long arrows with sharp roars suddenly shot at Changheng from all directions. Two long arrows were particularly strong, and the roar of flying almost pierced Chang Heng's eardrums. A wisp of cyan wind was wrapped on it, which was obviously shot by two masters of the same witchcraft level.

With a loud shout, the Xuantie long gun appeared in Chang Heng's hand and immediately swept out. Hearing a few tinkling sounds, the long arrow shot on the Xuantie long gun and immediately burst, especially the two long arrows wrapped in the cyan wind, hit the long gun, as if someone had been struck by a sledgehammer in the chest. Chang Heng rolled around and controlled the mount to take a few steps back.

"Who is behind the plot?" The Xuantie long gun lay in front of him, staring cautiously behind the woods. The trees shook, and more than a dozen witch warriors fell from around.

These warriors have a strong bow and a pot of feather arrows on their backs. They hold weapons such as bone guns and knives in their hands and fall to the ground and surround Changheng from all sides.

"Who are you?" Seeing that at least two of these people were witches and the rest were witches, Chang Heng couldn't help changing his face.

"Zhu Rongshi, kill." Without any words, as soon as these people came out, they waved their weapons to kill Chang Heng. Two of the warriors were unarmed and covered with cyan wind rolls. With each punch, a large number of wind columns appeared, whining, with the sound of ghosts and wolves howling. With his fist, the other held a long bow in his hand, which was cyan, and there were also wrapped with countless cyan wind scrolls. At this moment, he put his hand on the bow string, pulled slightly, and heard a strange roar, and a long arrow composed of wind vitality appeared on the bow.

In addition to these two people, other people have more or less wind scrolls. The difference is that some people's wind rolls are cyan, some are white, yellow, black, etc., with different colors.

"Tianwu." Chang Heng was secretly shocked that the Tianwu family was born in the wind, and these winds clearly show their origin. It's just that Chang Heng didn't know who attacked him and sent more than a dozen witches to intercept him halfway.

King of the gods? Mr. Mubai? Chang Heng searched quickly in his mind, and names appeared one by one and were denied. The most important thing is how they find their whereabouts and wait for themselves just right.

Think quickly in your mind, and your hands are not slow. With a long gun, he turned over a wizard who was the first to attack. One was only the size of a fist, painted with countless patterns, and two long skulls with curved horns like sheep's horns appeared in the air.

"li"

As soon as the skull appeared, it made a sad scream, like a magic sound. The faces of the nearest wizards turned white. At the same time, they threw away their weapons and hugged their heads and roared crazily, leaving a trace of blood in each ear.

"Kill." Chang Heng roared, and at the same time, several skulls flew out. One turned into the size of a grinding disc and flew out far away to knock down a bow-wizard. The others flew around Chang Heng, while Chang Heng himself rushed directly to the bow-wielding witch warrior.