Ever since he saw his enemy with his own eyes, Bullock had been holding back a ball of unknown anger. He tried his best to endure it until tonight, when he was finally able to vent all this anger.
He sat on the ground and stared at the direction of the Hundred Hunting Conference from a distance. Since his soul was revived, Bullock found that not only had his strength increased a lot, but his eyesight had also become better. Even in the dim night, he could see
Can clearly see distant scenes.
After a while, he reminded in a low voice: "Boss, some cavalry rushed out from the venue, about twenty of them, and they are chasing us quickly."
Shiloh was stunned when he heard this. He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, but still didn't find anything. After a while, he saw the string of rapidly approaching sparks in the dark night. They were a group of barbarians holding torches.
He rode towards them.
Bullock had already stood up and walked down the hillside. Shiloh had great confidence in Bullock and did not stop him. He just said: "Brock, just deal with it according to your own ideas. Don't suppress your emotions."
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Bullock turned around and grinned, showing his white teeth, and said, "I won't hold back."
After saying that, he stepped forward, jumped down the hillside a few times, and stood there with his head held high, waiting.
After a while, I saw the string of sparks getting bigger and brighter. Slowly, the silhouette of the group of pursuers became clearer. They were the Bloody Barbarians with blood-colored tattoos on their bodies.
The other party obviously did not expect that Bullock would be so bold. He stood at the foot of the hillside waiting for their pursuit. The one-eyed captain at the head raised his hand, made a pause, and then pointed to both sides of Bullock. Immediately, the twenty riders
A semicircular circle formed and surrounded Bullock.
Bullock looked at these Gorehowler barbarians riding on war horses with disdain. He was now extremely tall. Just standing, he was half a body taller than these Gorehowler barbarians sitting on horses. He was not afraid.
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"How brave, you must have stolen our tribe's token - the Silver Bone Token."
The one-eyed captain rode his horse forward slowly, holding the reins with one hand and holding the scimitar at his waist with the other hand. When he was about ten meters away from Bullock, he became vigilant and stopped moving forward.
"Where are your companions? Are they lying in wait?"
Bullock didn't answer at all. He just looked at the one-eyed captain asking as if he was talking to himself, and sneered: "Are all the Bloodhowler barbarians so procrastinating now? If you don't call me, I will."
The one-eyed captain snorted and ordered: "Pay attention to your surroundings and look for traces of another thief.
As for this guy, leave it to me."
Then, he spurred his horse and approached Bullock step by step.
The surrounding Gorehowler barbarian soldiers responded in a deep voice, but they really didn't take Bullock seriously, and instead began to search nearby.
Bullock saw that the other party was so cautious, and was about to taunt him when he suddenly felt a biting wind blowing towards his face, and saw a twisted black shadow quickly moving towards his face under the cover of night.
, he subconsciously raised his arm, only to hear a stabbing sound, a riding crop was already wrapped around his arm, and a large piece of the cloak covering his body was torn off.
"Eh?" The one-eyed captain let out a light sigh, seemingly surprised that Bullock could block his whip. Then he raised his arm, and the riding crop immediately relaxed and returned to his hand.
He glanced at Bullock's broken cloak with extended eyes, and saw that the muscles of the arm used to block his whip were criss-crossed, with only a faint red mark on it, and not even the skin was worn.
This one-eyed captain is one of the strongest among the Gorehowler Barbarians. He is mainly responsible for military training and guarding. He uses a riding whip so elusive that even a warrior from the Gorehowler Barbarians can bite him in pain.
He grinned for a while, but when the whip struck Bullock, it was like scratching an itch and could not cause any harm at all.
"Being able to take a whip from me means you are also a powerful warrior. Which tribe do you come from? Why haven't I heard your name in the wilderness?"
The one-eyed captain stared at Bullock with stern eyes. Bullock looked down at his torn black cloak, and simply took off the cloak, revealing his true face.
"How could a nobody like you know my name?"
Bullock laughed loudly, hooked his hand, and said: "Come on, five years have passed, let me see how much the masters of the Bloodhowl tribe weigh."
The one-eyed captain was not provoked by Bullock's ridicule. Instead, he took a deep look at Bullock's face and showed a thoughtful expression.
five years…
The master of the wasteland five years ago...
The captain pondered for a while, then suddenly showed an expression of disbelief on his face, frowned and stared at Bullock, and asked tentatively: "Five years...could you..."
The one-eyed captain originally wanted to say Brock's name, but suddenly thought of something, held back the words in his mouth, and looked at Brock in surprise.
Bullock had no intention of concealing his identity. When he saw the opposite person guessing the clues, he nodded enthusiastically and said: "Yes, it is me. I was once the first warrior of the barbarians. Now I am a homeless ghost in the wasteland after my clan has been wiped out."
Hearing Bullock admit his identity, the one-eyed captain's face immediately turned cold. He drew out his scimitar in one hand and held a riding crop in the other, saying coldly: "You shouldn't have come back."
Bullock snorted and said: "Shouldn't you come back? Will you tolerate you despicable villains to continue to harm the wasteland and turn a blind eye to the tragedy of our tribe?"
"You shouldn't have come back. If you were outside, you could still survive. But if you come back, you will definitely die."
After the One-Eyed Captain finished speaking in a low voice, One-Eye suddenly glowed with red light, he shouted loudly, and with all his strength, he waved his riding crop and immediately attacked Bullock.
If the previous whip was just a test, then the current whip was full of murderous intentions. He swung the whip with his right hand and wrapped it around Bullock's neck. At the same time, he quickly approached Bullock and held the curved hand in his left hand.
The knife stabbed Brock's body with extremely cruel force.
He wanted to kill Brock directly in one move.
The scimitar hit his face with the sharp cold wind. Bullock still raised his left hand to defend against the sudden attack of the riding crop as before. At the same time, he clenched his right hand into a fist, shouted, and smashed it directly into the chest and abdomen of the one-eyed captain.
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Bullock's fist was obviously faster than the one-eyed captain's scimitar. The fist looked a little light in the eyes, but it made people feel extremely dangerous.
The one-eyed captain was heartbroken, thinking to himself that even if he took Bullock's punch, he would still be killed by his sword, so he rushed forward regardless of defense.
Bang!
The blades and fists crossed each other, and blood spurted out instantly, and a figure flew out with a heavy sound.
Bullock stood there, watching coldly as the captain was blown away by his punch and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.