Chapter 040 Come to the door [second update]

In three days, Chang Heng's group slaughtered three villages. These players rarely take action, and most of them are done by those witch warriors. In particular, Zhu Rongman, the tragic death of all the villagers really stimulated him. Everywhere was a crazy attack, and he would never stop until he killed all the other party.

But Chang Heng also got the news, and the other party also sent people to retaliate crazily, and more than a dozen villages suffered. The large forces of both sides were still confronting each other and did not engage in a decisive battle, but the villages under the jurisdiction of the two tribes were the first to be destroyed.

On the fourth day, there was no village around which they could attack. These small villages were originally built on the mountain, and often there are only one or two places suitable for building villages within a thousand miles. It is common for the two villages to be thousands of miles apart, stretching several hills, accounting for more than half of the time spent on the road. And some villages have a large number of people, which is not something they can provoke at all.

At this time, the Xiongling tribe sent a message asking everyone to return to the tribe. Several players who had been tired of this kind of action and were not easy to quit at will took a long breath and hurriedly urged them to return to the Xiongling tribe.

This game is not only a competition between players, but also a war between various races. The battle between the Xiongling tribe and the Heifeng tribe is just a small battle. It is like a spray in the sea in the wilderness. No one cares except for the people involved.

Back to the Xiongling tribe, those soldiers who also went out to sweep the surrounding villages also came back one after another. They reported the results to the patriarch. Most of them, like Chang Heng's group, swept two or three villages, and only one of them actually slaughtered eight, including a large village with nearly 10,000 people.

Suddenly, Chang Heng felt a trace of hostility. Looking over in surprise, he saw someone turn around and smiled at him, and the two rows of teeth showed a cold light. Chang Heng felt awe of heart, not by accident. The other party came to him on a special basis. Is it a new hatred or an old hatred? Chang Heng doesn't know.

"Thanks to Mr. Jian this time, otherwise we can't destroy the water village." A witch warrior introduced this to the patriarch.

Sword prince? Chang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Mr. Jian's back. There is a shining cyan sword, which is carved with simple patterns. The sword is a strange bird flying with wings. Obviously, he also has extraordinary encounters and obtained this obviously extraordinary sword. It seems that he came all the way here to avenge Mr. Mu Bai and the romantic son.

I have been playing games for a month, and I haven't received a penny in the account. Chang Heng feels quite dissatisfied. Now with the sword of the sword, it is enough to sell the living expenses for several months.

Thinking of this, Chang Heng smiled and didn't care about the hostility of Mr. Jian. He thought about how to attack him and take the long sword over.

The reason why the elders summoned everyone back is very simple. The decisive battle between the Xiongling tribe and the Heifeng tribe is about to begin, and both sides stopped this meaningless fight. The patriarch asked these soldiers to rush to the front and make a contribution to the war.

The Xiongling tribe provided a mount for all the participating soldiers. This mount looks like a tiger, with four claws and a bird's head. It is two feet tall and more than five feet long. It has a long tail on its back and a pair of cyan wings on its back. This kind of mount called patrol beast runs as fast as lightning and flies very smoothly, which is the best way to walk.

More than 100 soldiers drove at the same time, and the wings of the patrol beast unfolded, and a trace of cyan wind appeared under the wings. Then the patrol beast hunched the man on his back and roared and flew to the place where the two sides fought.

A layer of cyan light mask appeared on the wind patrol beast, blocking the oncoming wind on both sides, and there was a long cry like a baby crying in its mouth. At the same time, it accelerated and flew forward like lightning.

This is Chang Heng's first flight. Demons have flying races. In addition, they can fly with their own demon power when they reach the gas refining period. In order to fly by themselves, the witch must reach the realm of witch phase, that is, the demon baby period in the demon clan. Therefore, for the witches, a good mount is rare.

While tasting the pleasure of flying, Chang Heng suddenly felt someone approaching. As soon as the divine consciousness was swept away, he saw the sword prince driving the wind beast and slowly approaching himself.

Mr. Jian is not a native of the Zhurong clan. If it hadn't been guaranteed, he would have been stopped within a thousand miles of the Xiongling tribe. At this moment, he is close to Chang Heng, and Chang Heng is not sure that he dares to attack himself, otherwise so many Zhu Rong soldiers present will definitely not spare him. He patted the patrol beast, lowered his speed, and calmly sat there waiting for him to come over.

Mr. Jian quickly rushed up and flew side by side with Chang Heng. Both of them slowed down, and the others flew out and gradually threw them away.

"Low-key little witch." Seeing that the others only turned into a faint shadow in front of him, the sword prince's slightly low voice came to Chang Heng's ears.

"If I'm right, you should be the first son of the Wulin League." Looking at Mr. Jian, Chang Heng said lightly. Are you here to avenge Mr. Mubai and the romantic son? Or are you free? Come and talk to me and talk about the past?"

"What if I say both are possible?" Mr. Jian is not as frivolous and calm as Mr. Mubai and the romantic prince. At this moment, his face is flat, looking ahead, driving the patrol beast while talking to He Changheng.

Chang Heng laughed and said, "If I take revenge, I will accompany you at any time, and I also want to learn the swordsmanship of Mr. Jian. If you chat, I happen to be idle and can talk to you.

At this time, Chang Heng has let go of everything. Anyway, he is alone and doesn't have so much burden. At worst, he will die. After rebirth, he is another hero.

"I have no grudge against you. What did you say about revenge?" Mr. Jian suddenly laughed and saluted Chang Heng with his fists in his hands: "Mr. Jian, the first son of the Wulin League, sincerely invites you to join our Wulin League. As long as you nod, everything will be treated the same as the seven of us.

Chang Heng looked at Mr. Jian in surprise, not to revenge, but to recruit.

Seeing the strange light in Chang Heng's eyes, Mr. Jian was also helpless. In the last game, the martial arts alliance was because of the lack of top masters. Only a super first-class master supported the facade, which made Chang Heng's face look ugly. The seven princes were assassinated and finally lost the title of the top ten of the gang. Although he did not see Chang Heng's strength with his own eyes, he also carefully asked the two brothers, and he had a record of killing the king of the gods. According to Mr. Jian's estimation, Chang Heng is at least a first-class master, or even a first-class master.

With such strength, Mr. Mu Bai and others not only did not recruit, but also formed hatred, causing the two to hang up and be reborn. Although Mr. Jian didn't say anything, he hated them very much in his heart. At this moment, I came here in person to recover their mistakes.