Chapter 305 Brave Zhasi

The ghost cloth has been lurking in the crack on the ground for a while. For him, every minute and every second is so long, but the two outsiders wandering around him still have no intention of leaving. With the passage of time, he began to become a little impatient, afraid of missing the perfect opportunity created by the Dibah and the people for him and the Black meteorite. After thinking about it, he finally decided to take a risk out of the crack.

He jumped from the cracks to the ground, under his body and observed the movements of the next two outsiders again. After confirming that they did not notice him, he planned to run in the opposite direction. But just when he thought everything was going well, a low roar suddenly came from behind him. Although he was curious about what had happened, he knew in his heart that he could never look back, let alone stop.

Bum!

A steel ball brushed past his left side. He felt that his left hind leg seemed to be injured by it, but he could only endure the pain. Instead of slowing down, he accelerated his pace and continued to run. The two outsiders had found him, and their heavy footsteps sounded behind him and began to chase him and the black meteorite.

Ghost cloth could hear that they continued to make that unique cry while they were chasing him. Their cry was just a simple tone to him, but he guessed that they should order him to stop. He prayed to find the entrance of the crack the next day quickly. As long as he jumped into the crack, the situation could be reversed.

Although there was a scratch on his left leg, the wound was torn because of running for a long time. The pain was more and more obvious, and there were bursts of cold sweat on his body. The footsteps of outsiders are getting closer and closer, and he may enter their effective range again at any time. He knew that it was not because they were running faster than just now, but because he was unconsciously slowing down because of a leg injury.

Guibu prayed to Mimaram in his heart that he must bless him to successfully complete the task assigned by Diba. His father's name is Zhaxi, who was once the best hunter in the black wolf clan. Zhaxi is brave and honest. Although he is quiet, he is very popular among the clan. Because Zahi is a few years older than Diba, the two have always been brothers. Every time he goes out to hunt, his father always gains the most. He will silently give the best prey to the old, weak women and children of the clan, but when the clan thanked him, he just waved his hand or smiled.

On the day of his father's accident, it was not his turn to go out hunting. He replaced a sick family member. As a result, on that day, the outsiders began to attack the Black Wolf people, and his father was shot with poison arrows to protect other people. The people who escaped said that they watched the outsiders drag Zaxi's body roughly. He didn't even have time to say goodbye to his father, and he didn't have the opportunity to bury him himself.

Ghost cloth suddenly softened under his feet, and his thoughts had to be stopped. He wondered if he would fail like this? But the cry of the black meteorite sounded. He suddenly came to his senses and found that he had reached the second crack by stumbling. He thought that this must be his prayer for Mimaram, and his heart was full of the market. At this moment, it was his best and the only opportunity.

He desperately ran along the crack, and the outsiders behind him continued to shoot poisonous arrows and steel ball ammunition from the ground, but their voices began to get farther and farther away. He knew that he had finally thrown them away, but he didn't even leave him a chance to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Run, ghost cloth! Run and turn into wind and lightning! My son, I know you can do it!"

His father's voice came from his ear, and Gui Bu was not sure if it was just his illusion. The cry of the black meteorite gradually stopped, and he may also know that he and the ghost cloth are temporarily safe. But the bigger challenge is yet to come, because the outsider's camp is not far from the end of the second crack.

On the other side of Diba, the black wolves led by him have crossed the dark night plain. A little further, they are about to enter the territory of outsiders. In the distance, several outsiders guarding the border of the plain seem to have found traces of the wolves. They made a deep cry, which sounded like a copper bell, resonating in the air and constantly transmitting. Diba guessed that they were likely to use this method to inform other outsiders in the camp.

The voices of these monsters can be transmitted far away, and from the first time they have been with them, Diba and the people have the same feeling. They seem to have the ability to communicate in the soul. Their language is very simple. Almost only a few tones can complete the strategic deployment, and their reaction and cooperation ability is also very good. Superb.

Diba shouted to the wolves behind him, "The strong man followed me to take the lead, and the fast-running young man directly attacked the wings of the outsiders."

The wolves were suddenly divided into three according to his command, which made the outsiders a little confused. With a little hesitation, they did not attack the wolves when they entered their effective range. Their hesitation also gave Diba and others a little advantage.

Diba quickly changed direction left and right, avoiding the continuous shooting of poisonous arrows and steel ball ammunition. When the ammunition landed, it would explode. The sound was very loud, and he and the wolves began to tinnitus. There are people around me falling down, but they can't turn back.

He faced an outsider and jumped up and bit his neck. No matter how the other party broke free, he did not relax at all until the outsider finally died and fell to the ground heavily. His hand was the best encouragement for the clan. They also followed him to let go of his hands and feet and tore the enemy's first line of defense with wolf teeth and claws. The women and the old black wolves followed closely behind the vanguard under the leadership of Meadow, sending the outsiders who fell to the ground but did not die on the road, and completely destroyed their weapons.

The young black wolf warriors have followed from both sides. Seeing that their advantages become more and more obvious, the large troops of outsiders rushed to them from the camp. Diba and other people couldn't believe their eyes. Under the leadership of the outsider's leader, these monsters dragged the black wolves who were enslaved by them in chains.

The outsider leader calmly raised the weapon in his hand and shot a steel ball bullet at the head of an enslaved black wolf. The bullet passed through the head of the black wolf clan, causing the brain and blood to overflow together. He twitched a few times and died tragically. Until the last lesson, his eyes were still wide open and his eyes bulged out.

The originally powerful wolves were shocked by the scene in front of them, and their speed slowed down. Diba knew that the outsider leader wanted to use this move to warn them that if they dare to attack again, it meant that other clans enslaved by them would also suffer this bad luck. These monsters seem to be more intelligent than they think and even know how to destroy their opponents' willpower.

Diba was in a dilemma for a while. Those enslaved people were not only his compatriots, but also the close relatives of many soldiers in the wolves he led. It is inevitable that they will retreat. Who is willing to gamble on the lives of their relatives? But he also understands that there is no way out for him and his people. If they give up this attack, it will not only increase the arrogance of outsiders, but also for themselves, they can only survive for a few more days.

The danger of death and extermination will not decline at all because of temporary weakness.

When the current road became confused, an incredible figure appeared among the black wolf slaves who were chained. Diba Ding looked at it and made sure that it was Zhaxi, the father of the ghost cloth. He was still alive. Although he seemed to have suffered a lot, he miraculously escaped from death. How happy he would be if the ghost cloth was there.

The wolves led by Diba are still deadlocked with the outsiders, and most of their attention is focused on each other. The distance they separate is just outside the effective range of the outsider's weapon. Guibu's father took the opportunity to move his body forward little by little. He knew that he and other enslaved clans were the reason why Diba gave up and continued to attack. Looking at the Black Wolf clan, which had already had an advantage in momentum, now retreating, his chest was full of grief and anger.

As a descendant of Mimaram, he has his own pride and can never become a stumbling block for the whole family. Even if the opportunity is slim, he must fight in his own way. Only in this way can he face death calmly.

As the best of the black wolf clan, Diba's keen vision has captured the subtle movements of the ghost's father Zaxi one step ahead of other races and outsiders. In order to distract the outsiders and give Zaxi more time to win, he howled at the people behind him. It sounded just an ordinary wolf howling, but the black wolf knew that this was a signal for them to inform their companions to wait for the attack prompt when they were hunting.

He transformed into a human form, looked back at his wife Meadow affectionately, then raised his hands high and walked slowly in the direction of the outsider. It takes a lot of risk to do so. Although it seems that he is going to surrender to these outsiders on behalf of the Black Wolf clan, will the outsiders believe him? Will they suddenly shoot at him? At the current distance, once the situation behind will happen, he will undoubtedly be beaten into a sieve. But he is willing to bet his life to turn the current situation around.

The outsiders turned all the weapons in their hands to him, and they were a little suspicious of his sudden move. But their leader confidently ordered his men not to shoot. Proudly regarded the Black Wolf clan as a low-class creature. He didn't believe that these low-class creatures could play anything after he blew up the heads of their peers. How interesting it would be for him to enslave the leader of the black wolf clan and domesticate him into his own dog.

He and all the outsiders' focus on Diba, and Zasi also ushered in an opportunity. Unconsciously, he had come not far behind the outsider's leader. Although he was weak, he wanted to turn all his hatred into strength, a fatal blow to the enemy, and also to others. People who are enslaved by outsiders set an example.

When the time came, he turned into a wolf, and the chain on his neck became tighter, making him almost suffocating, but he forced himself not to make a little sound, just like an excellent hunter crawling and waiting for his prey. He rushed out his body and bit the outsider's neck. He knew that he would be the most glorious prey and the last of his life.

The outsider leader let out a scream. I'm afraid he will never understand that his arrogance will eventually betray him and make him pay the heaviest price. He died under Zaxi's fangs, and other outsiders quickly pointed their weapons at Zaxi. After a crazy shooting, Zaxi staggered down, his body was full of poison needles, and countless holes hit by ammunition.