As soon as Izewende finished speaking, the vast wilderness fell silent.
"What do you mean?"
Someone spoke awkwardly.
At this moment, everyone felt something was wrong.
Because Izewende clearly didn't even care about the death of the Redstone warriors, let alone the battle losses of other tribes.
"What do you mean? Hahaha, of course I'm asking you all to die."
Izavande laughed loudly.
With a crash, all the nearby warriors gathered around and took out their red stone crossbows, aiming at the eight clan leaders.
Among them, the chiefs of the two major tribes, Blackwater and Qingya, were trembling with anger and stared at Izewende with devouring eyes, but the latter obviously didn't care.
"I advise you to accompany me to watch this wonderful show. You will be witnesses to the history of Man Shengxing."
Izewende's face was expressionless, and his tone was so cold that it made people feel chilled all over.
"Man Shengxing?"
"Yes, that's the name of this planet." A cold smile appeared on the corner of Izewander's mouth.
"who are you!?"
With a loud shout, the leader of the Cuiyue tribe roared and rushed out.
He participated in this encirclement to seek a strong backer for his tribe.
But now, what does he see?
A madman actually wanted his entire tribe to be wiped out.
This is absolutely unacceptable.
An afterimage flashed in front of their eyes, and everyone could only see that the place where Izewende was standing collapsed heavily, and then his whole body rolled back into the air, and his right leg made a 180-degree slash in the air.
boom!
The last comes first.
The leader of the Cuiyue Tribe is half a head taller than Izewende, reaching 195 centimeters, and his explosive power at the moment of sprinting is obviously not weak.
But at this moment, people only saw one foot chopping down like a battle axe, landing heavily on the head of the Cuiyue clan leader.
Click
boom!
The head was smashed into pieces as if it had been hit hard with a mallet. The remaining bones were crushed into the chest cavity instantly as plasma flew.
A corpse fell heavily to the ground.
The power of thunder.
Everything happened in just a moment.
The remaining seven clan leaders looked at the corpse with sad eyes.
"Just watch it obediently, I don't want you to end up like him."
"Okay, let's drag it down."
With a snap of his fingers, several soldiers stepped forward and dragged the body away.
Everything is as if nothing happened.
However, the fighting on the battlefield still continues.
"are you crazy?"
"What kind of wrong medicine did Basil Laqua take? Will all his people be consumed here?"
After Alva penetrated a thousand meters distance, he looked at the large number of people in front who refused to retreat and counterattacked.
In his impression, the fighting style of the Red Stone Clan is not like this.
"Can we continue rushing?" Isaiah glanced at his side.
"able!"
"There are no warriors in the White Armor clan who die from exhaustion!"
There was a burst of laughter, and these warriors, who were even exhausted from killing, spoke out one after another.
"Then keep killing!"
So the Chongzhou Corps continued to charge after a brief stagnation.
At the same time, the battle at high altitude proceeds faster.
Blood rain fell one after another.
Evil Wing, a giant mechanical dragon, has a body that is simply crushing when faced with the flesh-and-blood creature Green Bat.
In its view, the green bat's attacks are just scratches, far less terrifying than those of the black wood cannon beasts.
It's just that the black wood cannon beasts were all killed by Mu Fan.
Now the Red Stone Tribe has lost its biggest support in restraining the Evil Wings.
With one claw strike, a green bat was caught to pieces.
Mu Fan, who was wearing dragon riding armor, was half-lying on the dragon's back, his brows furrowing slightly.
This battle...
He didn't understand.
He knew clearly that he was destined to die, but he acted like crazy and was willing to die.
A troop of tens of thousands of people would definitely be considered an epic scale on this primitive planet.
Based on what he learned these days, he knew that battles involving thousands of people were extremely rare.
Every tribe cherishes the number of its own tribe.
Shouldn't...
The leader of the Red Stone Tribe should not be so irrational.
Mu Fan always felt that something was wrong, but after careful consideration, he couldn't figure it out.
While Evil Wing was excitedly fighting those green bats, Mu Fan asked Hei about his doubts. To be precise, he asked a warrior with a long experience for advice...
Immortal God Clan, Mohanda!
A hoarse voice slowly sounded in my ears, "The more backward the civilization, the stronger the fighting instinct. This feeling should be to achieve some higher goal, otherwise this kind of fighting is meaningless."
"The planner of the war should be for a larger goal. The attraction of this goal to him is enough to fill the lives of countless tribesmen."
In the virtual space, the pair of green eyes under the cloak looked straight ahead, and in just two sentences they pierced through the fog in front of Mu Fan.
A bigger goal!?
A bigger goal that is enough to cost so many tribes their lives...
What will it be!
Now that the outcome of the war is in front of you, only the last thin layer of veil is left. As long as it is torn apart, you can see clearly what the other side is doing.
Mu Fan had already faintly felt some kind of uneasiness, and it was his keen intuition that was faintly reminding him.
The killing will continue.
It's just that the speed needs to be improved.
Lifting the Curved Light Scythe upside down, holding it tightly in hand, nether energy pours into the eyes, and the clear breath envelopes the brain.
【Absolutely calm】.
"Evil Wings, look for the opponent's command center."
Ang!~
A powerful roar echoed across the sky.
After receiving Mu Fan's order, Evil Wings flapped its huge wings and stopped fighting with the green bats that were surrounding them from all directions. The lantern's big eyes looked straight into the distance, and the airflow on both sides suddenly became violent.
The biting wind was broken, and the figure was like an arrow.
A straight blood path began to emerge in mid-air.
Those Green Bat warriors seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and began to rush towards the front of the Evil Wing's charge.
ground.
Alva and Isaiah looked up during the break between killing.
"Mu Fan rushed forward, did you find something?"
"We broke through and provided him with support."
In just two or three seconds, the two made a decision.
Mu Fan rushed to the rear of the camp alone. Even with the terrifying dragon, they could not let Mu Fan go into danger alone.
The two men retracted their gaze and looked forward again. With another loud roar, the boat rushing troops pierced forward like an arrow.
"kill!"
…
The fighting continues.
The vanguard army, with the three major tribes of Red Stone, Blackwater, and Qingya as its core, finally could not withstand the heavy casualties.
Facing the tireless, invulnerable, and astonishingly lethal white-armored warriors, they were completely frightened.
Therefore, once a defeat occurs, it will be like a burst of water from a dam that will be out of control.
The broken troops collided with the reinforcements from the rear, and the number of casualties further increased.
The clan leaders on the high platform gritted their teeth and their eyes were bloodshot.
Just now, the leader of a small tribe, the Sulfur Light Clan, was killed by a poisonous red stone arrow.