Wan Yan Wu Lei was a little surprised. She didn't expect that this awkward man was not afraid of death.
She didn't think she would be able to knock the man's mouth open, so she didn't use a knife. She directly tied the man to a branch and put it on the bonfire. It looked like she was going to burn the man alive.
The terrified man was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were split apart, but he still kept shouting: "I don't know! I don't know! Just kill me! Just kill me!"
Soon, all the hair on Yanren's body was on fire, and screams came one after another, but this guy was still talking arrogantly.
Wan Yan Wu Tear had no choice but to let the burnt-out man down again.
He frowned and looked at the embarrassed man who was rolling on the ground to extinguish the flames, and said: "I have changed my mind. If you don't tell me, I will kill all your people. You have learned my skills and I want to kill you."
I can do it in less than an hour for those thousand or eight hundred tribesmen."
The man gritted his teeth, stared at Wanyan Wutear with angry and hateful eyes, and shouted: "Even if you kill all my people, I won't tell you, just kill me if you want!"
After saying that, it closed its eyes and waited for death to come.
Wanyan was at her wits end without tears. She couldn't figure out why the Yiren tribe, who were always timid and afraid of death, could have such a strong side.
She threw a jade bottle at the awkward man's feet and said, "This is the healing elixir of my Hehuan sect."
The awkward man who had just closed his eyes and waited for death in an awe-inspiring manner immediately got up, grabbed the jade bottle, poured out some white sticky substance, and wiped it on his body. The horrible burning feeling was immediately replaced by a wave of
It was replaced by a clear feeling, and it was so comfortable that it almost groaned.
Wanyan Wulei took out a peach from the storage bag. The peach was so big that she could only hold it with both hands and chew it.
After applying the ointment, Yanren saw Wan Yan Wu Lei, a white-haired witch nibbling on a big peach with great relish, and planned to leave.
As a result, Wanyan said calmly without tears: "Did I let you go?"
The naughty man had no choice but to lie there and not dare to move. Facing this terrifying woman, it could hardly think of escaping.
Wanyan chewed the peach without tears, her mouth full of peach juice, and said: "Since you are unwilling to tell the location of Arms Library, then tell me about other things. I am very interested in this Arms Library. How can this happen in this world?
Does such a place exist? Why is it in Northern Xinjiang?" The embarrassed person rolled his eyes a few times, seeming to think about whether he should talk about this. In the end, he felt that these questions were not confidential, so he said: "Ji
The North Arsenal and the South Xinjiang Jade Slips were both places that existed a long time ago. One was to reserve human combat power, and the other was to reserve
Civilization on Earth.”
Wanyan Wulei became interested and asked: "Jade slips in southern Xinjiang? The arsenal in the far north?" The Yanren said: "I don't know the details. We, the Yanren, have no access to the core secrets. Only the dwarves, dragons, and flying
Only powerful tribes such as the Feather Tribe, Werewolf Tribe, Bear Tribe, and Tiger Tribe are qualified to have access to these secrets. At most, we are just errand-runners and porters.
The other tribes carry the newly forged weapons of the Dwarf tribe to the arsenal every month, while the Iceman tribe is responsible for freezing all the weapons for preservation."
Wanyan said without tears: "Do you have to send weapons in every month?"
The man nodded and said: "Now there are about a thousand swords and 30,000 iron arrows every month. It has been going on for six thousand years without interruption."
Wanyan Wu Lei took a breath of cold air and said, "How many weapons are there?"
Nongren said: "According to the latest statistics, there are 53.27 million swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, 14.35 million strong bows and crossbows, and 2,000 iron feather arrows.
There are 7.82 million bundles, each bundle contains a hundred iron-feathered arrows."
Wanyan Wulei was stunned. She began to fantasize in her mind, but the number was so huge that she could not imagine how huge these weapons would be when stacked together.
Seeing that Yanren didn't seem to be lying, he said, "Why are you foreigners preparing so many weapons? Do you want to attack the Middle Earth? You aliens don't have so many warriors, right?" Yanren laughed miserably and said, "These are all
It was prepared for the eighth catastrophe. Six thousand years ago, due to lack of preparation, tens of millions of warriors in the world were defeated in the Kunlun Mountains in just three years. The dwarves thought it was their own fault and were ashamed of the evil god's actions back then.
Entrusted, so six thousand
Over the past few years, dwarf craftsmen have been working day and night to build weapons at the bottom of the volcano, just not wanting to make the same mistakes again. I heard that a new demon god was born in the Barbarian North, and the Kui Niu drum used to recruit the demon clan was beaten by the new demon god not long ago, and there is no time left.
too much."
After listening to Wanyan Wulei, she murmured: "Why is it related to the catastrophe? Is it really going to happen?" After hearing Wanyan Wulei's muttering, Yanren shouted: "Of course it will happen, what the demon god said
It is unmistakable. The previous generation of the Taotie Demon God passed down the word that the moment the Kui Niu drum is beaten, it heralds that the eighth catastrophe is about to come! We have been waiting for this day for six full years.
millennium……"
"etc!"
Wanyan Wulei tilted her head and looked at the people, saying: "Don't talk big, who doesn't know that you people are naturally timid and cowardly. I heard that there were countless casualties in that catastrophe, how dare you people join in the fun?"
I?"
The naughty man seemed to have been greatly insulted, and jumped up violently, without appearing to be injured at all. It shouted: "Six thousand years ago, a catastrophe suddenly struck, and the world was caught off guard, and many important passes were lost one after another. I, Manbei,
The various tribes and beast monsters quickly attacked under the leadership of the tribe leaders and the twelve demon kings. Among the hundreds of thousands of foreign warriors rushing to the aid of the Middle Earth, there were 8,430 Yongren warriors.
In the battle, eight thousand warriors of our clan defended the trapped dragon valley for seven days and seven nights, covering the retreat of the human people for one thousand four hundred miles. In this battle, 4,762 of our warriors died, and the remaining 3,660
Eight people, together with the werewolf tribe and eight million mortal soldiers, were ordered to defend Kunlun to the death.
On the front line in the northern part of the mountain, only seven people returned to Manbei alive. You can insult me or kill me, but you must not insult our tribe. We may not have the strength of the bear tribe, nor the powerful physique of the stone tribe, but
We will never be cowardly! Never!"
This Yiren was so excited that his voice was broken by howling, and he was ready to strangle Wanyan without tears in order to clear the name of the Yiren clan.
Snapped!
Wanyan Wu Lei slapped the awkward man to the ground.
Wanyan Wu Lei said angrily: "If you dare to yell at me, I won't be able to kill you."
The embarrassed man who was quite heroic just now immediately lay down on the ground, his pride and ambition were knocked out of the sky by Wanyan Wulei's slap. Seeing its appearance, Wanyan Wulei said: "You
Just admit it, there isn’t a single tough guy in the Yiren tribe.”
