Chapter 048 Together [Second Update]

Whether it is reality or a game, war is always cruel. After learning that Wu Heixiong, the witch of the Heifeng tribe was killed by Chang Heng, the elders of the Xiongling tribe were excited and immediately ordered to mobilization the army to fight to the death with the Heifeng tribe.

The body of Tianwu Heixiong was hung at the battle between the two tribes, allowing the wind to blow, and the dry and thin body with only a few taels of meat swayed on the flagpole as high as ten feet, and a trace of ** immediately appeared in the whole black wind tribe camp.

When they received a letter from the tribe, they only knew that someone entered the tribe to attack the witch and was driven away by the clan. They were thinking of giving each other a little beauty to revenge for their boldness, but they didn't expect that their witch was hung on the flagpole.

"Fight to the death with them, kill them all, and avenge Wu Lao." In the Black Wind tribe camp, a man with a bone knife in his hand and long cyan hair hanging down to his waist shouted, and his face was full of uncontrollable anger.

"Revenge? How to take revenge? Without Wu Lao, our tribe is like losing the last layer of security. Even if we can defeat them this time, what about next time? I suggest returning to the tribe immediately. The most important thing is to produce new witch elders. An old man wrapped in animal skin and huddled there said feebly.

"Without the inheritance of the previous generation of witch elders, it is not easy to produce new witch elders. What's more, the Xiongling tribe can't give us this time, and they can't let us retreat." A strong man lowered his voice. This is really immortal. This war cannot end at all without the loss of a tribe. But we have lost our most important strength, so this war is very dangerous.

"Well, I told you not to attack those small villages, but you just don't listen. Now it's okay. There is no way out at all." Someone scolded.

"Don't say this is useless, let's talk about the matter in front of you first. The other side has four witch masters of Zhu Ronghuoqi's four brothers, and we only have three. If we really fight, we must suffer losses.

"Whether you suffer losses or not, this battle must be fought, and it must be fought. Only when we beat them hard, are afraid, and don't have the courage to provoke us for the time being can we have enough time to find a new old witch. In the end, an old man who had never been silent made the final decision.

The sun gradually sets in the West Mountain, and when the last trace of light also disappears from the branches of the tree, a sad horn wakes up the mountain forest that is about to calm down.

"Wow"

The horn is long, and the Xiongling tribe has been preparing for the decisive battle, but the Black Wind tribe is the first to act. The huge bodies of a large number of flying beasts in the sky reflect the afterglow of the sunset and the upcoming moonlight, casting a dark shadow on the ground, as if to cover the whole world. Countless beasts with different faces on the ground went down the mountain like tigers, and rushed out with soldiers on their backs, like levees, with a piece of cyan, spreading towards the Xiongling tribe.

An alarm came from the front of the scolding Hou at the first time, and learned that the Black Wind tribe launched an attack first. Zhu Ronghuo opened them not to be surprised but happy, and quickly prepared for the war. The loud horn sounded in the Xiongling tribe, and the Xiongling tribal soldiers who were preparing to rest came out of their tents at the same time and silently boarded their mounts.

Two torrents, one red and one green, collided fiercely in the open area of the mountains and forests. Suddenly, people turned their horses over. Countless soldiers of two tribes fell off their mounts and were ground into powder by the subsequent torrents and trampled into mud.

The night in the mountain forest is particularly dark. It seems that even the moon knows that there is a bloody battle here and does not want to come out. After showing his head a little, he hides in the clouds. When you reach the wizard period, you can see the darkness as day. The two sides fight desperately in this dark and white environment, screaming and scolding endlessly, and the murderous spirit rises to the skies, shocking some wild beasts in the distance.

The battle lasted for half a night, and it was not until the two sides were unable to fight. In this battle, 30,000 soldiers gathered together by the Xiongling tribe lost more than 10,000, making several ethnic groups almost shed tears with heartache. And the Black Wind tribe also lost the same number. While they were heartbroken, they also

Zhu Ronghuoqi did not participate in the scuffle. They flew high into the sky and confronted the other party's three masters of the same witch realm. Chang Heng and Mr. Jian each rode a flying beast, floating in the air far away, looking at several masters.

"Is it a waste of time?" Chang Heng looked at the moon hiding behind the clouds and muttered dissatisfiedly.

The sword prince held the sword in his right hand and looked cold. He looked at the collision of tens of thousands of soldiers below him, and raised his head and stared at the confrontation of several witch masters.

"Yes, let me ask you something. After two days of getting along with each other, I found that you are not bad. How can you get mixed up with the third-rate goods like Mr. Mu Bai? Chang Heng suddenly asked Mr. Jian.

Hearing Chang Heng say that Mr. Mu Bai and others were third-rate, the anger on Mr. Jian's face flashed, and then sighed, let go of the hilt of the sword in his hand, and rubbed his forehead vigorously: "They are actually good, but they are a little arrogant."

"It's more than arrogant, it's simply domineering." Chang Heng shook his head. If the romantic prince saw that he got a string of animal head bracelets and went to ambush and rob it because of his hatred with Mr. Mubai had a basis, and Mr. Mubai's attempt to grab the rhinoceros horn could not be explained by arrogance. However, it's hard to say in front of the boss. Chang Heng changed the topic wisely.

"It seems that we can't tell the winner today."

As soon as Chang Heng's voice fell, a shrill wind roar almost pierced the eard. He saw a large area of blue light coming from the three people of the Black Wind tribe. Three tornado columns rotated around the body like a long dragon, and then gradually converged together.

A cyan dragon appeared in the air, and the three witches of the Black Wind Tribe sat in the head of the long dragon. The long dragon, composed of hundreds of millions of small cyan wind rolls, raised its head slightly, roared at the four people, and rushed together.

Red light shot from the top of the four people's heads, and the four pillars of fire, which were ten feet long and thick as thick as buckets full of strange patterns, rose slowly, and then hit out at the same time and hit the green dragon.

The sound of impact spread hundreds of miles, and I saw a red light and blue light in the sky rolling against each other, the sound of wind and fire mixed together, and the blue and red light were entangled, and outsiders could not see the situation clearly.

"Four to three, there should be no problem." Mr. Jian said.

Chang Heng and Mr. Jian waited here to see how the master of the witch realm worked hard, but they could only see a mass of light. They couldn't help spitting and scolding, "Let's go together."