Chapter 038 Tribal Wars [Fifth Update]

The sound of violent explosion curled, and all the barbarians around them trembled and lay on the ground for fear of causing annihilation.

Chang Heng was covered with blood, and a deep bone scar was visible in his left rib. A long cut in his lower abdomen could almost see the wriggling internal organs inside. There were countless millimeters of wounds on his body, and blood oozed from time to time.

More than a dozen people who ambushed Chang Heng fell to the ground. One of the two warriors in the realm of Wuwu was pierced by Chang Heng and shook his body into pieces, and the other was continuously hit by the skull of the beast and smashed into mud. However, Chang Heng was also injured by their deathbed, and the two wounds that almost killed him were their masterpieces.

He took out a medicinal herb from the animal's bracelet, crushed it and applied it to the wound. Chang Heng grinned in pain, trembled all over his body, and couldn't help cursing.

The little turtle lay on Chang Heng's shoulder, stretched his neck, stuck out his tongue, and was also out of breath. Although the little turtle is not as strong as Changheng, it is also a real beast in the refining period. A tortoise armor can block attacks of the same level or even higher, and is also proficient in several water spells. Several warriors in the wizard realm were sprayed to death by it.

The effect of medicinal materials is very good, and soon those wounds will no longer bleed. With the rolling witch power in Chang Heng's body, the wound recovered very quickly and recovered in a blink of an eye, but his vitality was seriously injured and could not recover for a while.

"Who on earth did it to me?" Chang Heng couldn't figure it out. He hasn't seen Wu's witch warriors these days, and he can't be offended. But if it is said that the player took action against him, not to mention the cost of asking them to take action, it is abnormal that no player has appeared so far.

If you can't figure it out, Chang Heng throws it behind and the soldiers will cover it. If the other party really targets him, there will definitely be another attack in the future. He would like to see who dares to attack him.

The barbarian mount caught had already been twisted into pieces by the other party. Chang Heng had no choice but to walk to the Xiongling tribe. Fortunately, this place is not far from the Xiongling tribe, and thousands of miles are only an hour away.

The closer it is to the Xiongling tribe, Chang Heng feels a little bad. As seen along the way, some Xiongling tribal soldiers came and went in a hurry, and from time to time, someone intercepted halfway to check Chang Heng's identity. When he arrived at the Xiongling tribe, the scene in front of him was unexpected.

At this time, the bearling tribe horned long, the gate of the village opened, and a team of soldiers were neatly arranged in the square in front of the gate. The conventional warriors of these Xiongling tribe use a kind of wild cow with green fur, three feet tall, five feet long, and two horns on the top of their heads with adult thighs.

At this time, these bulls stood quietly, and there was a Xiongling tribal warrior sitting on each bull. These warriors either held bone spears and long guns, or carried drums and axes, with solemn faces, listening to the long horns.

The "Woo" horn finally stopped, and several elders of the Xiongling tribe, as if a gust of wind could blow down, came out tremblingly and came to the front of these soldiers.

Several old people stood in the front, sloping their bodies, but they couldn't hide the murderous intent on their faces.

"My sons of the Xiongling tribe, the cubs of the Heifeng tribe attacked our Xiongling tribe. Now the village guarded by our tribe has been slaughtered by them. What do you think we should do?"

"Kill back, slaughter the Black Wind tribe, and slaughter the village they guard. Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The whole 30,000 soldiers raised their weapons and roared at the same time. The roar shook the sky, and even the white clouds in the sky were dispersed. The wind stopped roaring and the murderous atmosphere was wild. A murderous atmosphere condensed into the essence and rose to the sky. Several fallen leaves fell rolling down, suddenly stopped in the air, and then smashed into countless pieces.

"Okay, it's worthy of being the man of my Xiongling tribe. Now, the army set out to flatten the Heifeng tribe and avenge the tens of thousands of people in the tragic villages under the Xiongling tribe.

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

30,000 soldiers shouted three times in unison, and then, under the leadership of their respective generals, turned the mounts and roared away. The hooves sounded like thunder, and the earth rumbled. All kinds of barbarians around the Xiongling tribe held their breath at the same time for fear of being killed by this group of terrorists.

Although the Xiongling tribe is known as a tribe, it is just a small tribe, with only more than 100,000 people in the tribe. Only 30,000 elite soldiers gathered among more than 100,000 people, and you can imagine their determination to fight against the Black Wind tribe. This is a battle to exterminate the clan, either the death of the Heifeng tribe or the death of the Xiongling tribe.

"If we win, although we will be weak for a period of time, we can receive all the resources of the Black Wind tribe and eventually become stronger. If you lose, your parents, wives and children will become slaves of others. Can you bear it?

The words of the old man echoed in the ears of the galloping Xiongling tribal warriors. The warriors of these clan clenched their fists, their faces were firm, and there was a layer of red light on their bodies.

The lowest of 30,000 is the highest peak of the wizard realm, and even several warriors who have power witches to release their breath at the same time. What an amazing situation. A fire cloud appeared above the heads of these warriors, and the shadow of the beast head appeared in the fire cloud.

"Blessings from our ancestors." These old people in the rear knelt down at the same time, and then a red fire appeared on their bodies, slipping into a line of fire and integrating into the fire cloud in the sky.

"Dad Da"

At this moment, there was a series of mounts running with all their strength in the distance, and Zhu Rongman roared desperately to urge the mounts to run. He sat down and limped, and foamed at the corners of his mouth. Obviously, he couldn't do it for a long time. He has been supported by Zhu Rongman's continuous input of witch power.

With a roar, the golden-bearded camel finally fell down dozens of feet away from the village gate, with a lot of white foam in its mouth, struggling desperately in its limbs, and closing its eyes with a hiss. Zhu Rongman fell from the golden beard camel and didn't even have time to pick up the drum hammer. He howled, but he couldn't even stand up and climbed to the village gate desperately.

"Man!" Chang Heng was shocked and hurriedly fell several ups and downs around Zhu Rongman. Seeing Chang Heng appear, Zhu Rong opened his scarlet eyes and shed tears before he could speak.

"Aman, what's wrong? What's wrong?" Chang Heng hurriedly asked, and a witch power was injected into Zhu Rongman's body to help him stabilize his mood.

With the help of Chang Heng's Wu Li, Zhu Rongman's face softened slightly, opened his mouth, made no sound, and fell to the ground with a sneer.

"What are you still doing? Save people quickly." Chang Heng shouted to several soldiers outside the village gate.