The barbarians of the Cedar Tribe were now in a strange tangle.
First of all, some people want to go home.
Every year, I go south to plunder supplies and survive the long winter.
The Cedar Tribe has ancient cedar trees, and there is a large cedar forest in the tribe. Every year, you can eat it just by picking up pine nuts.
Their goal to go south was not food, but honor.
Obtain enough spoils from humans to sacrifice to ancestors and gain more gifts.
Now, this goal has been achieved.
Because Yang Muyun handed over the statues of the churches in several cities to the Cedar Tribe.
The armor, vests and other armors worn by the knights with the cross pattern of the Holy Light have all become symbols of heresy and are to be destroyed.
So, the Cedar Tribe became a rags and accepted them all as ordered.
Whether it is taken back and used by yourself or presented to your ancestors as a sacrifice, it is a symbol of honor.
Look, ancestors, your descendants defeated the human knights and seized so many weapons and equipment.
The members of the Cedar Tribe are all looking forward to what kind of gifts they will receive during the next sacrifice.
But Nazha, the leader of the Cedar Tribe, knew that if he returned the same way, he might have missed a once-in-a-lifetime epic event.
The flower family tribe defeated the four cities in a row.
Most importantly, these four cities even knelt down to the flower family and worshiped them devoutly.
Originally, Nazha wanted to teach his younger brothers from the same clan what is the way of siege for barbarians.
But after watching along the way, Naza felt that he might be a fake barbarian.
Regarding the different voices among the tribe, Nazha decisively divided his troops into two groups.
The old and weak in the tribe escorted the spoils back to the tribe.
The strong soldiers continued to follow the flower-planting family south.
At the same time, Naza completely put her position.
At first I thought that the flower farmer was a team of thousands of people, and I was also a team of thousands of people, and both sides were on the same level.
But to this day, Nazha is willing to be a pawn.
On the other hand, the Caucasians obviously did not put themselves in the right position.
A figure passed through the clouds, fell to the earth, and rushed straight to the barbarian camp.
Seeing this, the barbarians on the ground immediately smiled and drew their bows and arrows.
The giant bow made a clanging sound, and it lasted for a long time and continued.
The wolf-toothed arrow roared into the sky, heading towards the shadows.
But the figure crossed his arms and a pair of light wings were opened behind him.
The light wings folded and protected them in front of the fist, then suddenly opened. If the substantial light power burst out like raindrops, the oncoming rain of arrows was completely dismembered in a crackling splash.
Seeing the iconic light wings, the barbarians snorted and lowered their bows and arrows.
But when he saw the angel flying around over his head, the barbarian leader was uncomfortable all over again.
"Take out this king's artifact!"
Several barbarian soldiers immediately pushed out a wooden cart from the side.
Pull off the straw mat on it, and immediately reveal a hideous dragon head.
Although there are only bones left in the dragon head, there are two faint flames hidden in the hollow eyes.
When the barbarian leader cut his palm and pressed it on the keel, blood-colored silk threads penetrated into the bones and penetrated deep into the skull along the bone texture.
With the nourishment of blood, the fire in the dragon bone's eye socket instantly became fierce, and liquid overflowed from the eye sockets, slowly floating upwards and scattered.
Then, the dragon head was raised little by little, and its mouth opened, quickly gathering strength and accumulating breath.
When other barbarian warriors saw this scene, they cut their palms and then grabbed Longjiao and other places.
A strange blood light spread on the surface of the dragon head, and muscle fibers and blood vessels grew from the depths of the bones, spreading rapidly like moss lichens.
At this time, a thin barbarian screamed and knelt down, and his strong body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The barbarians howled, swaying left and right to try to break free, but there seemed to be an invisible suction force on the keel, tightly clamping it so that it could not break free.
A long tan hair starts from the ends and turns grayish white little by little.
Just like...
The color of the hair was sucked back by the body, and all the essence in the body was poured into the keel bone.
Click...
The barbarians, whose hair was gray and skinny as thin as skinny, fell down weakly, and their knees could not withstand the stone-like feet instantly shattered.
My head fell to the ground and cracked into eight petals with a click.
What's strange is that there is no drop of blood inside the eight petals, and even the brain has turned into an old loofah-like flocculent.
When the barbarian leader saw this scene, he was not surprised at all, but instead became accustomed to it, as if he had expected this result.
"Waste! Not worthy of survival!"
The other barbarians all knelt on the ground with exhaustion, whimpering and sweating like rain.
Although it was only a short moment, they felt as tired as if they were fighting for three days and three nights.
At this time, the dragon bone seemed to have enough food and drink, relaxing its control over the surrounding barbarians.
boom!
A blood-colored light ball as big as a washbasin burst into the air.
The blood vessels and muscle fibers that just grew on the surface of the keel were all annihilated and disappeared under strong recoil.
The keel roared unwillingly, but the energy was exhausted and he had to continue sleeping.
unless……
Wake up again by blood.
Look at the people in the air again.
The moment I saw the dragon bone, I put away my light wings, and my whole body breathed, and my body landed as fast as a stone.
However, the breath of the dragon bone still locked him, chasing him like a gangrene attached to the bone.
Seeing that he could not avoid it, the angel spread his arms again, and his light wings shook and stretched out, and then his speed surged.
But the breath is faster and the hits are directly hit.
No one sees what's going on.
I just saw a skeleton falling from the air.
boom!
Hit the ground straight.
Some barbarian members had already calculated the landing point and rushed over.
"Yeah, there's still a breath."
"I am worthy of being an angel, my life is so strong!"
The leader of the barbarian tribe stepped to the edge of the angel's bones, squinted his eyes and then snorted dissatisfiedly.
"So it's a half-baked angel, and his bloodline has not evolved completely, it's a waste!"
Most of the angels in the angel legion are ordinary believers, who receive the blood of the angels gifted by the God of Light, thus possessing the body of the angels.
It’s just that the bloodline is strong and weak, and the bloodline is high and low.
"The skeletons of pure blood angels should be pure gold, transparent, crystal clear and moist. They can be sold at a high price!"
As he said that, the barbarian leader shook his head regretfully.
Only half of the bone in front of me was golden, and the remaining parts were dotted with gold mixed with blood, and bone white.
It looks unsightly, like a defective product.
When the angel heard this, he immediately glared at him.
"You... dare to blaspheme..."
However, the barbarian leader slapped the angel's head off.
He put the skull in front of him and said coldly: "Bad! You God dare not speak to me like this, what are you!" (To be continued)