Alva's voice was serious, but his face showed a bloodthirsty excitement.
No need to give orders at this moment, all the white-armored warriors in the team drew their weapons at the same time.
"Hey, it's up to us next. The skeleton of the Beast King is at the deepest part of the valley ahead, but there are still many star beasts from outside the sky inside."
Licking the corner of his mouth, Alva slowed down and seemed to be in a fighting state. He looked at Mu Fan and raised the corner of his mouth: "Fight from here to the center of the burial ground. Do you dare to compete?"
"How?"
"Whoever kills faster...whoever kills...more!"
A disguised night lizard on the rock wall suddenly pounced, but Alva slashed it with a backhand, blasting the night lizard in mid-air.
Blood instantly filled the air, and a faint restlessness began to appear deep in the burial ground.
Hearing these words, Mu Fan grinned and gently pulled out the curved light sickle blade. With the infusion of nether energy, two moon blades popped out.
"Then you will fail again."
"Hey." Alva sneered, held up his shield and held his ax, stepped on the ground with his feet and made a rumbling sound, and then strode into the valley like a meteor.
Mu Fan's figure was arched, his feet were silent, and he followed closely with a cold murderous intent.
It’s been a really long time…
Experience the taste of hunting!
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"Where are the people?"
In a prosperous tribe with a vast area that is at least ten times larger than the Baijia tribe, in a huge house built of red river stone, a young man with sinister eyes is half lying on a large chair made of animal skins and bones.
He played with the bone ball in his hand casually.
His hair was pushed back and tied into braids.
Judging by his appearance alone, he is between twenty-five and thirty years old, but coupled with his sinister expression, his age seems a bit unpredictable.
Under the hall made of red river stone, a tall and thin man was bent over, looking frightened, his lips pursed but speechless.
"Let me ask you... where are the people?"
The softer the question, the greater the pressure.
The tall and thin man had beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His throat was squirming as he swallowed saliva, "Young Patriarch... none of them have come back."
Creak.
The bone ball spinning in the palm of my hand stopped abruptly.
The young man who was sitting on the back raised his eyelids and said, "No one has come back? Elder Edgeward has not come back... Elder Kemuller of the Blackwater Tribe has not come back either? What about the Udan Spearman under you..."
Hearing these words, the tall and thin man knelt down on the ground with a plop, kowtowing as if pounding garlic, "I reported to the young patriarch, but they haven't come back, and everyone hasn't come back!"
This man kowtowed desperately until his head started to bleed, but he still didn't dare to stop.
"Then where did they go?"
The young man finally sat up, took a grape from the tray next to him and stuffed it into his mouth.
"I...I don't know."
"Well, you said you haven't come back, so what are you going to do when you come back? I can understand if the elder doesn't come back... Why can't you even look down on your own people? Then tell me... what's the use of you?
?”
This sentence was said lightly, but the listener only felt his palms sweating and his face instantly turned pale.
He opened his mouth to explain with difficulty, but he only heard a light sentence coming from the big animal skin chair in front of him: "You have made a whole team of Wudan spearmen disappear, Jie Lie, you are quite outstanding."
With a gentle sigh, the young man casually grabbed a few wild berries on the plate next to him, threw them into his mouth, and walked out with his hands behind his back.
"We are all descendants of the eagle. I allow you to give yourself an honor."
"Young Patriarch, please, please give me a chance..." The man's face was full of bitterness, with pleading in his eyes.
However, the young man didn't even look at the ground. He just kept a proud posture and walked forward with his hands behind his hands, turning a deaf ear to his subordinates' pleas.
Seeing this scene, the tall and thin man lowered his head in despair.
The moment his head dropped completely, the despair in his eyes turned into complete madness.
He doesn't want to die.
He only has one woman left in the tribe. As long as he kills the young patriarch and escapes in a short period of time, he can sell the information in his hand to other races at any time in exchange for asylum.
The Red Stone Clan has many allies, but after all, there are some who are not allies.
Your goals are those people!
Everything was planned in his mind, and the crazy look in his eyes reached its peak.
The young man walked forward leisurely with his hands behind his back, and even yawned out of boredom.
He was still three meters, two meters... one meter away from the kneeling tall and thin man.
At this moment, the tall and thin man who was kneeling on the ground suddenly jumped up and pulled out a metal-encrusted bone dagger from his waist with his right hand.
Looking at the way the tip of the blade is sharpened, there is no doubt that this dagger is sharp.
"Ezewende, you forced me to do this!"
oh?
The young man known as Izewende raised his head when he heard this, and the dagger was already within reach.
The tall and thin man could even see his own reflection in the other person's pupils.
The young patriarch’s pale red pupils…
Wait, why are you trying apricot-yellow pupils!?
No, the whole pair of eyes turned apricot!
"Killing you natives is the least burdensome, hehe." A twisted forest smile suddenly bloomed on Izewende's face.
What!?
Aboriginal?
The tall and thin man was completely shocked by the sudden change.
He didn't understand what the young patriarch was saying at all.
But he understood what the young patriarch meant, that is, the other party had been on guard for a long time and even wanted to kill him!
But at this distance, with his swift speed and terrifying explosive power, even if someone rescues him, it will be too late.
So where does Izewende’s confidence come from?
This huge question didn't last long, and the other party personally gave the answer.
A dense burst of bones exploded, and the sound of joint twisting resounded in Izavande's body. The tall and thin man even saw the twisted arc of the opponent's arm.
Izavande's right arm was obviously going to swing forward with his body due to inertia in the next second, but at this time, it bent backwards as if it was extremely contrary to the laws of the human body.
And the smile on his face... started to crack from the corners of his mouth, almost to his chin.
That devilish smile almost scared the tall and thin man out of his wits.
The tall and thin man who was still flying in the air said in horror: "You are not..."
Whoosh!
The right arm that was forcibly pulled behind his back was instantly stabbed out like a crossbow arrow!
puff!
A palm stabbed directly into the center of the chest, making the sound of a sharp blade entering the body.
Click!
Amidst the crisp sound of bones cracking, the tall and thin man's eyes bulged, and he froze in mid-air for an instant, his eyes glaring with unwillingness fixed on them, but his body could no longer move.
Because half of the spine was beaten out of the back!
puff.
Pull out your palm.
Plop.
The tall and lanky man fell to the ground with a dead look on his face.