"Get ready, all of you, get ready!" All of the servants and servants stood up. Only the tribe warriors were still sitting on the ground resting, drinking all the water they had saved up. Their eyes were full of bloodlust.

The peak looked up to the sky and found that the red cloud had already turned into a black shadow.

The excitement before the battle filled everyone's heart, but not the peak. He had always been in the middle of the team thinking about his ability to refine plants, this ability was different from Black Claw's mutation, it was more hidden, and also did not have the side effects of body deformity.

The leader of the barbarians was known as the Night Demon. He had a height and body that were different from ordinary people. He stood in the middle of a group of barbarian warriors around 1.7m and 1.8m in height, looking like a giant.

Night Demon was the protector of the tribe, a large tribe of 3,000 people that had migrated from the depths of the wilderness. Within the tribe, Night Demon was the sole ruler. Every moment of anger and joy caused the people of the tribe to panic.

Compared to other warriors, who were crowded like sardines, the Night Demon had a loose space around him, a space that made him feel powerful and comfortable. Looking at the darkness of the night, the Night Demon's ugly and rough face had a ferocious expression, causing the only fellow who wasn't a dire person standing beside him to unconsciously swallow his dry saliva. To him, just standing beside the Night Demon was enough to feel pressure.

"Do they really only have three hundred official warriors?" The Night Demon's deep voice was like an owl's wail, causing people to feel intense fear from the bottom of their heart. The person he was talking to was the tribe member that didn't have a trace of white bones on his body.

"There are only eight hundred warriors in the Black Claw Tribe. We still have to leave some men to defend our lair. We can only send so many men …" Under the enormous pressure of the Night Demon, this person did not dare to be slow and hurriedly replied. However, he did not expect that his answer, Night Demon, was not satisfied, so he suddenly reached out his hand to grab this person's neck, lifting him up into the air.

The big hands of the Night Demon were like claws made of steel, grabbing his neck to the point where he couldn't even breathe. In the midst of the huge suffocation, he kicked his legs again and again, making his last struggle before dying from suffocation.

Under the dim light of the fire, the Night Demon revealed an infatuated expression. He stared at the man's despairing eyes, revealing a joyful luster. No one liked to control the life and death of others more than him, and no one knew more than him how to appreciate the moment when others were in despair.

"Plop …" Without waiting for that person to inhale the fresh air from his dried up lungs, Night Demon slowly squatted in front of him and said in a cold voice, "I don't need to guess. There should be as many as there is, and none of them can be hidden. You are just a messenger. If I kill you, there won't be much to say. Don't treat me as an idiot …"

"Cough, cough …" Three hundred and fifty warriors from the tribes, four hundred blood slaves, and one hundred and twenty servants; these are all their power. "

Ye Mo's expression became even colder, and the fierce look in his eyes became even colder. He abruptly stood up, and shouted to the warriors beside him, "I want to use their heads to make wine cups, their bones to make thrones, and their skin to make tents."

A furious roar suddenly resounded through the barbarian tribe, and in the next moment, countless shouts followed.

A hurricane like shout resounded through the night. In the next second, more than ten scarlet fireballs rose up from the Wasteland. They dragged a dazzling trail with them as they smashed into the Black Claw Tribe, shattering into countless flaming sparks.

Every spark was like a bright torch, clearly illuminating the Horde Warriors' situation. At this moment, the Horde Warriors had already approached within two hundred meters of the Savage Tribe. The sudden attack stunned them.

Looking at these people, the memory valve on the peak of the mountain was suddenly pushed open. In his memory, on the battlefield filled with torches, countless fireballs flashed like neon lights, illuminating the blood-red night sky, just like the day in this world.

Familiar or unfamiliar comrades tumbled and struggled in the flames. The explosion sent the wailing comrades flying into the air, and then they turned into scattered limbs that landed on the ground. There was not even the chance for them to piece together their corpses.

"Three strikes …" "Run …" A cry of alarm reverberated through Feng Feiyun's eardrums. Feng Ji absentmindedly looked at the flustered look on his face. The servants by his side had already dispersed. Behind them, countless torches and shouts came pouring down like a torrential rain.

It was only at this time that someone noticed that the sand under their feet was already covered with dried, grease-stained grass. The raging flames spread out like a stream of water and swallowed more places, exposing all of the tribe warriors, their slaves, and their attendants.

"Run …" The toothless Ah Da rushed up and grabbed onto Feng Ji's arm, pulling forcefully and running backwards. Feng Ji couldn't help but run after him, but he turned his head to look behind him.

The burning fireballs rose into the night sky one after another, rolling and flashing in their direction like shooting stars. They turned around and exploded in the middle of the frightened warriors, and there were people everywhere, so it was hard to tell who was the brave warrior, who was the slave, and they didn't know where Black Claw was.

"He lost?" This shame had nothing to do with the Black Claw Tribe, nothing to do with the barbarians. It was just a strange emotion in his heart, and at this moment, his messy memories and everything in front of him coincided with each other, and the battlefield that was raining bullets also coincided with the vast Western Wilderness of Mars.

"We are finished, wuu!" Another shout of surprise rang out. The defeated soldiers, disregarding their own safety, saw hundreds of ferocious skeletons appear behind them, and they rushed towards them like ghosts. In the midst of countless torches, every single one of them was like a ghost that had crawled out of a grave, causing them to feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

The tribal warriors' childish appearance was like the last straw that had overpowered the camels. It completely destroyed the morale of the Black Claw Tribe. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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