Chapter 039 Crazy Attack [One Update]

Mangshan Village was destroyed!

Hearing the news, Chang Heng was in a trance and then became furious. As the first village he came into contact with after entering the game, although he spent very little time in the village, the simplicity and kindness of the villagers of Mangshan Village infected Chang Heng. In particular, Zhu Rongman saved him twice and made him take Mangshan Village as a harbor in the game. But now, it has been destroyed!

"Who did it?" He grasped Zhu Rongman's shoulders tightly and almost buckled them into the meat. Chang Heng asked in a hisss, and his eyes were red.

"It's a member of the Black Wind tribe." A voice came from behind, the girl who had deliberately pointed the wrong way to Chang Heng and almost made Chang Heng ambushed by the romantic princes. At this time, the girl's eyes were also red and she couldn't help crying.

"The elders of the clan gathered the warriors above the witchcraft in the tribe. Go over there." The girl bowed her head and said. She didn't explain the last deception to Chang Heng, and Chang Heng was not in the mood to question this. Now his mind is full of anger and just wants to fight to vent his anger.

Zhu Rong became quite difficult and was helped by Chang Heng to walk to the square in front of the tribe. Chang Heng now knows that it was not his enemy who ambush him in the mountains and forests before, but the warriors of the Black Wind tribe. The Xiongling tribe was ambushed around many Heifeng tribesmen, attacking and killing people who came to the Xiongling tribe to report. Zhu Rongman was injured by them, and even several villagers who came with him died in their hands.

"This revenge must be revenged." Chang Heng said in a low voice to Zhu Rongman.

Gritting his teeth, a trace of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Zhu Rongman nodded slowly without saying a word.

In the square, more than 100 witch-level warriors have gathered. Seeing this number, Chang Heng was slightly shocked. The total population of the Xiongling tribe was only more than 100,000. It could almost be called a poor soldier who could pull out 30,000 elite soldiers to attack the Heifeng tribe. Unexpectedly, he could find more than 100 witch-level warriors.

There are several players among these witch warriors, but there are not many. After all, there are not many players who have been promoted to witchcraft now, let alone concentrated in the Xiongling tribe. Seeing Changheng and Zhu Rong coming over, several elders who stayed in the tribe coughed dryly and shouted, "The Heifeng tribe is despicable and shameless. They dare not attack our tribe, but attack the villages we guard. There have been slaughtered villages, and even the old women and children have not been left. Now, I will summon you to attack the village they guard.

"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth." More than a hundred witch warriors roared at the same time, and a stream of murderous air overflowed from their bodies and gathered together in the air. Some barbarians around them roared, paralyzed and almost lay on the ground.

Several elders nodded with satisfaction. At the same time, an elder waved his staff, and a green light shot from the staff and fell on Zhu Rongman's body. The wound on his body immediately healed, and the wound in his body recovered in a blink of an eye.

"Warriors from Mangshan Village, use the weapons in your hand to avenge the whole village." The old man of the clan sighed quietly.

Big tears rolled from the corners of Zhu Rong's eyes. He held the drum hammer tightly in his right hand, and the blue veins were exposed. Chang Heng heard a few cacks, and then a wisp of blood flowed out along the corners of his mouth. It was Zhu Rongman who bit his teeth.

"Free grouping, quick battle, free distribution of all trophies." Finally, these old people said in a low voice.

The gate opened, and more than 100 witch warriors rushed out of the tribe, divided into more than a dozen torrents, and quickly disappeared into the vast mountains and forests. As players, those players are all in a group with Chang Heng. In addition to them, there are also seven witch warriors, including Zhu Rongman.

"It's so cruel." A female player called a savage cat said that her tone was mild, depressed, and obviously a little uncomfortable. In this era of peace, who can imagine that it is a great disaster to destroy villages and ethnic groups. Even if it is a game, it is difficult for them to accept for a while, and it is inevitable that they will feel uncomfortable.

"The era of the ancestors was so cruel." Compared with them, Chang Heng is much more mature. In Chang Heng's view, it is nothing to destroy a village. After the emergence of the Nuwa human race, they will understand what cruelty is when they see the difficult development of the human race.

Although the mood is not high, these players have not flinched. After all, this game is different from other games. Players only participate in the game process and can't change the history of the game world. Even if they don't do it, the results will not change.

In front of it is a small village. Looking at its buildings, there are only more than 100 households, which are also very small in the village. Generally, it would be good to have a witch warrior in such a village. At this time, the strong men in the village went out to hunt, leaving only some old and weak women and children at home to take care of the house and feed the barbarians.

"Kill." Without any hesitation, Zhu Rongman jumped out first, and the huge drum hammer waved in the air. An old man who was shocked by Zhu Rongman's sudden appearance and had no response was hit on the head by Zhu Rongman, and then the drum hammer fell towards his body, and his whole body was instantly smashed into a pool of meat mud. Bai Sensen's bone stubble poked out of the meat mud, and the bright red blood splashed Zhu Rongman all over. Zhu Rongman roared up to the sky and rushed into the village.

"vomit." Seeing this situation, several players couldn't help but turn their stomachs upside down. They ran under the tree one by one and vomited desperately, and even spit out their intestines and stomachs.

Several other witch soldiers took action at the same time, and a massacre came to this originally quiet and peaceful village. Chang Heng sighed, put his hands behind his back, and turned around. Although he doesn't mind this kind of slaughter, he won't join if he can. After all, they are all witches.

The massacre proceeded quickly. Zhu Rongman not only killed people, but also burned the village with a fire. Thick smoke rose into the sky. At this time, the man who went out to hunt in the village came back. Seeing the scene in front of him, his eyes immediately burst, roared, and threw away the prey on his shoulder and rushed to Zhu Rongman.

The Xiongling tribe is all Zhu Rong clan, and the Heifeng tribe is all Tianwu clan. The villages under their jurisdiction are also the same as their race. For more than a dozen Wu soldiers waved their weapons crazily and attacked Zhu Rongman desperately, but their strength was too low. The highest one was just the middle of the wizard. Even Zhu Rongman couldn't help it alone, but in a moment, even these men fell down.

"Black-Wind tribe will avenge us." When a man was dying, his hateful eyes stared at Zhu Rongman and said with difficulty.

"Even if revenge is done, what's the use?" Chang Heng sighed.