Chapter 090 Fengling Tribe

The enemy invaded, and the Xiongling tribe was fierce. The soldiers fought to death, the old and weak were killed, and the houses ignited rolling flames. There was only one corner of the tribe altar, and some clans resisted.

Chang Heng wrapped the two people who were fighting with yellow wind gourds. Zhu Rongman was still in the realm of Wuwu, covered with blood. In the later period of the Wu realm of Wu, the two fell into the yellow wind and were vigilant. Chang Heng was too lazy to talk nonsense. As soon as he patted the yellow wind gourd, the yellow wind roared, but three or five breaths, he melted the bones of the warrior and broke his soul.

Reaching out and pulling Zhu Rongman up the yellow wind gourd, Chang Heng asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Zhu Rongman waved the bone hammer and found that it was Chang Heng, so he was relieved. He stood on the yellow wind gourd and opened his mouth to speak. The bone hammer in his hand suddenly fell down. His whole body shook and fell on his back.

"I'm out of strength. It's okay for the time being." The hand under the night quickly checked and whispered.

He put Zhu Rongman on the yellow wind gourd, and Chang Heng looked up. It was bleak, and the firelight and blood color corresponded. The ground was full of broken corpses, as if he had come to hell, which was very miserable.

"Kill."

A soldier saw Chang Heng and killed him with a weapon. The sword made of Xuantie flashed dazzling cold in the firelight. At this time, Chang Heng was stunned to find that most of these soldiers used metal weapons.

Chang Heng secretly thought in his heart: "Generally, small tribes do not have the strength to refine metal to make weapons, and only some high-level soldiers in the Xiongling tribe can use metal weapons. This must be a big tribe, at least superior to the Xiongling tribe. It seems that the Xiongling tribe has offended someone. They were killed by such a tribe to fight against the clan.

Thinking of this in his heart, Chang Heng increasingly didn't want to go through this muddy water. He stretched out his hand and pointed out. Huang Feng blew this soldier who was nothing but Wuwujing into a pool of meat sauce and was about to control the Huangfeng gourd to withdraw.

"Where to go." A soldier rushed over with a long gun and a mount. The mount looks like a tiger, with horns on its head, ferocious bone spurs on its back and limbs, and a pair of tusks stick out of its mouth, which is very ferocious and terrible.

Chang Heng patted the yellow wind gourd and spew out a large amount of yellow wind. In the face of the yellow wind, a trace of disdain appeared on the soldier's face. Once, the gun body was accompanied by a cyan whirlwind, which unexpectedly forced the yellow wind away and rushed in directly.

"The power of Wujing." Chang Heng's heart was slightly shocked, but he was not in a hurry. The yellow wind gourd suddenly flew three feet high. The soldier drove the mount from below and rushed out more than ten feet before he could stop. He couldn't help turning back and scolding. As soon as he patted the mount, he actually took a bow from his back and took out a feather arrow with a thin arm from the arrow sac. . With a bent bow and arrow, a wisp of whirlwind appeared on the feather arrow. The whirlwind gently carried the feather arrow, as if breaking through the space, and appeared in front of Chang Heng in an instant.

Three feet in front of Chang Heng's body, a shield full of strange lines and only palm-sized shields appeared in the air, and feathers and arrows shot on it, making a sound. The shield shook slightly, and the feather arrow burst and turned into a fluffy powder and fell down.

Seeing such a strange shield, the soldier shook slightly. Before he could take action again, he shrank into a small flying gun like an embroidered needle and quietly flew high in the sky under the cover of the night firelight, and then fell straight down. He only heard a soft sound. The soldier's body suddenly stiffened, but was crushed by the flying gun. Brain, kill directly.

Wu power is limited, but Chang Heng can use spiritual power. One side controls the shield, the other side controls the flying gun, one defense and one attack, both far and near.

The hand under the night was stunned and rubbed his eyes hard before saying, "Now I strongly doubt whether you are a witch or the human race came out ahead of schedule."

Chang Heng ignored him. While no one was paying attention, he made the yellow wind gourd fly away from the Xiongling tribe, stopped in a mountain, used his spiritual power to relieve Zhu Rongman's body, and Zhu Rongman woke up leisurely.

"Low-key." Seeing Chang Heng, Zhu Rong was speechless. Previously, Mangshan Village was slaughtered, and this time the Xiongling tribe was destroyed. Men like Zhu Rongman couldn't help crying.

patted Zhu Rongman on the shoulder. Chang Heng wanted to find words to comfort him, but he opened his mouth and didn't say a word. Instead, the hand under the night said, "Why cry? What's there to cry? Today they slaughtered our tribe. In the future, we will slaughter their tribe. This is called a man."

Zhu Rongman's crying stopped abruptly, raised his head and said fiercely, "Yes, I will definitely not let go of these bastards."

The cry of a strong man does not make people feel cowardly, but gives people a sense of sadness. But when the strong man had not wiped away the tears of the elite on his face and solemnly vowed to revenge, this anger was even more infectious.

After patting Zhu Rongman on the shoulder, Chang Heng had the opportunity to ask, "What's going on?"

Zhu Rong sighed and said, "It's the person who avenged the Black Wind tribe."

The Heifeng tribe was wiped out by the Xiongling tribe, and the whole clan was either killed in battle, or captured and demoted to slavery, but some people still ran out. This group of people fled not for fear of death. They went to their own subordinate tribe, the Fengling tribe, for help.

The Xiongling tribe was previously a self-supporting tribe and joined the Fire Valley tribe after the suppression of the Heifeng tribe. The Heifeng tribe joined the Fengling tribe a long time ago, but this situation is not known to the Xiongling tribe. If it is an ordinary tribe, even if it will send people for help, it will not do this kind of thing to slaughter the whole tribe of the Xiongling tribe, but the Fengling tribe is a tribe hostile to the Huogu tribe. When it learned that the Xiongling tribe joined the Huogu tribe, it immediately changed the rescue to the Heifeng tribe for revenge.

Just one detail led to the demise of the Xiongling tribe. Soldiers are killed, old and weak women and children are either killed or captured, and they will be slaves of others in the future. Zhu Rongman, who had just lost Mangshan Village, took the Xiongling tribe as his home, and now he has lost the Xiongling tribe, which is a great blow to him.

"Didn't you go to the Fire Valley tribe to ask for help?" In order to divert attention, the hand under the night asked.

Zhu Rong shook his head: "The Fengling tribe thought of this when it took action and blocked all the roads to the Fire Valley Tribe. And we didn't send the fire charm to the Fire Valley tribe. I guess it's over when the Fire Valley tribe comes.

Chang Heng and his hands under the night expressed a moment of silence. The two of them can't even operate freely now, and they can't help the Xiongling tribe at all. They can only watch the collapse of the Xiongling tribe.

"What is this?" Zhu Rongman saw the yellow wind gourd at this time. With Zhu Rongman's strength, the barbarian beast that could sacrifice such a magic weapon was not what he could see at all, so he did not recognize this thing at the first time.

"This is a yellow wind gourd, a magic weapon." Chang Heng explained the origin of the yellow wind gourd to Zhu Rongman.

After listening, a touch of joy flashed on Zhu Rongman's face, grabbed Chang Heng and said, "Low-key brother, please do something."

Chang Heng waved his hand slightly and said, "Brother, I know what you mean. It's just that this yellow wind gourd can only carry 100 people at most, and we can't rescue them at all. If you can load many people at a time, it won't take those days the last time you led the Sun tribe to migrate.

Zhu Rongman looked depressed and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Hundred people are OK, it's better than not being able to run out."

Since Zhu Rongman said so and Chang Heng can't shirk it, it is difficult to maintain this friendship. Nodding, the three sat on the yellow wind gourd, along the treetops. The yellow wind gourd contracted all the yellow smoke and flew towards the Xiongling tribe at night.

At this time, the Xiongling tribe was basically destroyed, and only a few soldiers at the altar were fighting against the trapped beasts. At the cost of consuming his own vitality, Wu Lao summoned Zu Wu Zhurong's split, dancing a flame halberd and fighting to the death with the besieged Fengling tribal warriors.

The tribe is full of warriors of the Fengling tribe, who are looking for survivors. In an open space, thousands of children were escorted by the soldiers of the Fengling tribe, and it seemed that they were going to be transported back to the tribe.

Flying around the Xiongling tribe, the three of them got nothing except a few children they occasionally saved. Those captured people have too many Fengling tribal soldiers around them, and they can't do it at all.

"More than 30,000 people were captured, and all the others died in the battle." Hiding outside the tribe, Chang Heng whispered. Although few people were not saved, they also found out the situation in the tribe.

"These people are all going to be transported to the Fengling tribe as slaves." Zhu Rongman gritted his teeth and said.

Looking at the frightened children around him, Chang Heng thought for a long time and said, "Since we are going to ship to the Fengling tribe, we will cut off halfway. It's best to succeed. If we can't succeed..."

Zhu Rongman immediately said, "Do your best to do your best. If you can't succeed, there's nothing you can do."

Chang Heng nodded. Zhu Rongman thought so. He didn't want to take his life for the Xiongling tribe. Anyway, the game has been going on for almost two months, and he hasn't recorded a penny.

"In this case, let's discuss where to go if we save people first."

Chang Heng thought of this question again. If he can really save people halfway, how to escape under the encirclement of the other party is a big trouble.

Zhu Rongman had nothing to do about this. Chang Heng and the two of them were also at a loss. They thought about it and their heads hurt. After a long time, Chang Heng regretted: "If I had known, I wouldn't let Zhouer go."

"Cluck." Zhou'er's crisp laughter suddenly came to Chang Heng's ears. A palm-shaped body flashed like a small boat carved with the best jade appeared in the air, swinging slightly, and included the three Chang Heng together with the yellow wind gourd.

"Brother misses me?" In Chang Heng's surprised eyes, Zhouer jumped out of the cabin.