The place where Su Ming fought with the masked man from the Witch Clan was just an insignificant part of this huge battlefield. Except for those nearby who would pay attention, no one would care if it was a little further away. ("")
But despite this, the moment Su Ming took off the mask from the masked man's head, he attracted everyone's attention in this small area.
Zi Che saw it, Yan Bo saw it, and everyone else who was still alive in the team that Su Ming was in also saw it, as did the barbarians around him.
Similarly, when Su Ming grabbed the head of the hunter from the Witch Clan and lifted it up, the people from the nearby Witch Clan also saw it one by one.
"Witch hunt!" Su Ming stood there, holding up the head of the witch man, and roared at the nearby barbarians.
The moment his voice came out, all the barbarians here immediately roared, their expressions became inspired, and their eyes looking at Su Ming were full of reverence.
There are not many barbarians in this small area, only about a few hundred, but these hundreds of barbarians are roaring and repeating Su Ming's words.
"Witch Hunt!!"
The sound of hundreds of people fighting may not be too noticeable on this battlefield. After all, the same sound is lingering in all directions and can easily be confused. But at this moment, these hundreds of people are making the same sound. In this way
, even in this entire battlefield, there can be a slight ripple.
The location where hundreds of them are located is in the southern part of this Wuman battlefield. If you look at it from the sky, this huge battlefield looks very chaotic at first, but if you look carefully, you can gradually see the differences.
The battlefield seemed to be divided into four parts.
The four parts of southeast, northwest and northwest seem to be four war zones. They do not have clear boundaries, but as the crowds move, they can still be vaguely distinguished.
In the southern war zone, more than tens of thousands of people were fighting, and death was going on all the time. At the end of the barbarian crowd, there was a relatively peaceful place, where nine barbarians wearing black masks stood, surrounded and protected by them.
, is a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard. This man is wearing a long gown, his hair is disheveled, and his eyes are bright, seeming to contain profound meaning. ""
He stood there, looking at the battlefield in the southern war zone, silent. The nine barbarian hunters around him prevented all the witch tribes from coming, so that the middle-aged man could calm down and feel the changes in the entire southern war zone.
He has been standing here for a long time. It seems that since the beginning of this war, he has been standing here, observing the barbarians and the witch clan, as if he is quickly learning and comprehending some art of war.
"It has been a long time since the barbarians... have fought a war like this... The scale of the battles that occurred once every ten years was far from what it is now. It was just child's play. Even the one a hundred years ago, and two hundred years ago,
Such wars rarely occur...
But now, in just a few months, it has appeared three times." The middle-aged man looked calm. He looked at the fighting of the tribesmen and the ferocity of the Wu tribe, and sighed inwardly.
"There is no detailed deployment, no formation assistance, and no commander's command... This is a melee, and the only thing is the battle of each team.
Not only are their fighting tribesmen learning how to survive on such a battlefield, people like me are also learning to use war after war to quickly master how to control such a war...
Presumably, the same is true for the Wu Clan." The middle-aged man glanced in the direction of the Wu Clan, but the moment he looked, immediately where he looked, at the edge of the southern war zone, there were hundreds of people.
Simultaneous roars buzzed out from the sounds of fighting on the battlefield.
"Witch hunt!"
"Witch hunt!"
"Witch Hunt!!"
As the sound came, it gradually seemed to spread, causing more barbarians to hear it, and they all glanced away during the battle. The middle-aged man in the temple flashed his eyes and stared there.
"Go and see what happened at that location." He spoke slowly. Next to him was a barbarian hunter with an indifferent expression. He took a step forward and rushed into the battlefield crowd, heading straight towards the hundreds of people.
A place where people carry voices.
Su Ming stood there, with the voices of the barbarians around his ears turning into waves and roaring in response to his words. Su Ming swayed and appeared beside Zi Che and Yan Bo.
Zi Che had a look of reverence and excitement on his face, and Yan Bo on the side looked the same, looking at Su Ming with respect from the bottom of his heart.
"Master Hunter, with you here, we can gather more tribesmen and unite them together, and our strength will be greater!" Yanbo said excitedly.
After receiving Su Ming's nod, Yan Bo took a few steps forward, stood behind Su Ming, and spoke high-spirited words to the people fighting around him.
"My fellow tribesmen, strength is greater when there are more people. What are you waiting for? You saw Lord Su Ming's actions. He killed the hunter of the Wu tribe. He is the hunter of our barbarian tribe!
We gather together, like five fingers clenching into a fist, to fight fiercely against the Witch Clan!" As Yan Bo's voice echoed, Su Ming stepped forward and turned into a strong wind, heading straight towards the people of the Witch Clan.
Go, the killings continued, and blood rained everywhere. Slowly, in this small area, all the barbarians who had no enemies around them rushed towards Su Ming. After a while, there were nearly two hundred people behind Su Ming.
The barbarians followed.
This group of people is extremely distinct on this chaotic battlefield. Su Ming is not good at commanding, and this is not a place where he wants to practice, but people are different. Yan Bo is very enthusiastic about this, and even Zi Che is
As if they had some talent, under the organization of the two of them, this barbarian team of nearly 200 people was like a spear sweeping across the southern war zone, moving forward indomitably!
Su Ming was right at the front of them. Su Ming's will and momentum affected all the followers behind him, making the place where this team passed became the fastest storm to kill the Witch Clan.
On this scattered battlefield, no one is absolutely safe. People will subconsciously choose to approach the larger group on their side. This subconscious behavior makes Su Ming's team continue to kill and move.
Unexpectedly, barbarians continued to join in.
In addition, the reason why this happens has a lot to do with the low roar that Yanbo occasionally sends out. In that roar, he constantly tells others that Su Ming defeated the hunter of the witch tribe and became the hunter of the barbarian tribe. In addition,
Su Ming was fighting in front of him, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were determined, everything like that and the white mask hanging around his waist were enough to prove that everything Yan Bo had experienced was true.
That mask was suggested by Yan Bo and Zi Che and asked Su Ming to reveal it. This might be a rallying flag for the barbarians who were already exhausted from the war!
Their number increased. When dusk passed and the roar in the green mist in the sky became more intense, the barbarians behind Su Ming had already reached four hundred people.
These people include warriors from Tianlan City, disciples of Haidong Sect, fellow sects of Tianhan Sect, and people from various tribes in the land of Nanchen who come to join the battle.
They come from all over the place, and they may not have known each other before today, but at this moment, under the fighting, a kind of friendship on the battlefield has been forged by flesh and blood. It is a friendship of yelling together, bleeding together, and killing together!
For the entire battlefield, the southern war zone is only a part. For the southern war zone, Su Ming's hundreds of people are only a part, and it is still a very small part.
However, the power that this small part exploded at this moment was extremely astonishing. During the fight, they made familiar substitutions according to the control of Yan Bo and Zi Che. In this way, everyone had a rest, and every time
When everyone is safe, in this way, the team's combat effectiveness is at its strongest.
Everyone is relieved that they have their own comrades behind them!
Comrade-in-arms, a word that surpasses comrades on the battlefield!
In addition to these, what makes these people's eyes gradually become firmer and their killings gradually become sharper and fearless is a more important existence to them, that is, the hunter who is always at the front and never rests...
Su Ming!
Su Ming was always there, at the very front, like the tip of the team, fighting. Every step he took forward meant that the team behind him also took a step.
He is not good at commanding and does not have many words, but his existence is the soul of this team of 400 people, because what he brings to the others is a will, a will to move forward without fear of life and death!
This will is even more important than Yanbo's command. It is the driving force that supports these hundreds of people to move forward. As long as Su Ming is still at the front, every barbarian in this team who is still alive after experiencing the battle will
Will follow without hesitation!
This is the battlefield, a place where there is no need for personal thoughts, no intrigues between soldiers, no need to think too much, or even the need to think.
The only thing needed here is such a will. If you have this kind of will, in the eyes of others, it is like a flame in the dark night, which can shine around and attract people to follow!
As Su Ming's team continued to fight, the middle-aged man in the southern theater, a relatively quiet place, kept looking at Su Ming, his eyes shining brightly.
Behind him, there was a barbarian hunter wearing a black mask, speaking in a deep voice.
"His name is Su Ming. He just killed a witch hunter and became a hunter of my barbarian tribe... Their number is about four hundred. If he hadn't died, the number of this team would have increased."
"Will...will...I understand!" The middle-aged man's eyes became brighter and brighter. Because of what happened here in Su Ming, he thought of a way to fight the barbarians!
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