Towards the tribe that was about to be defeated by them, the middle-aged man raised the stone knife in his hand and pointed to the sky.

"Wow!wow!!"

With a loud shout from the middle-aged man, everyone's emotions instantly ignited, like a raging flame.

"Wow!Wow!!Wow!Wow!Wow!!..."

Those with mounts stepped forward one after another, becoming the vanguard of this primitive and wild Terran team.

Those who did not have mounts followed closely with the sharpest blades of their own houses, and with their most precious treasures.

This time, they are all conquest of another tribe to subvert the situation that has been formed thousands of years ago.

Their ancestors, although they were many times stronger than them, were only one person after all.

Faced with the situation surrounded by many totems, the tribal leaders of the past generations had no way to change it, but to follow the agreement of thousands of years ago.

From that time on, the tribe's activities were limited to the vicinity of the mountain.

But now, all this can finally usher in a huge turnaround, how can this not make people ecstatic.

As a result, except for a few old people who were too old to move their bodies, even three or four-year-old boys completely stepped on the battlefield.

Men and women, young and old, they all have only one common direction.

To the east, to the east, forward, forward, to lay a solid foundation for their tribe again.

As for the middle-aged man who was doing great things for everyone, he stood quietly behind them, witnessing their departure.

After a long time, Zhou Chen finally calculated the number of elite clansmen in this tribe, at least more than 10,000.

At this point, he can be sure that the foundation laid by his younger brother is extremely solid today, thousands of years later.

They didn't have to worry about it, a war would break their bones, even if the other side had nearly this number of people.

However, as long as the totem beast has not been dispatched, it means that the self that is full of young and strong can definitely show a crushing advantage.

Thinking of this, it was time for him to set off and meet the totem of that tribe for a while.

It is also to see with your own eyes what is the difference between the behemoths that are scattered outside the deep forest and the overlords in the deep forest.

"Send... Above... God......."

Glancing at the middle-aged man behind him, who actually learned these words at some point, Zhou Chen turned his head slightly, somewhat transparent.

He knew that middle-aged men didn't like the wars they waged, especially the kind of wars that could break the tribe at every turn.

However, as the god of this tribe, Zhou Chen, who is actually still a human being, can no longer hold back.

He didn't know what was going on outside, and he could only be imprisoned in his dreams like a beast.

It wasn't a pleasure, it was more like a torture, especially as his veins seemed to be boiling and becoming more and more uncontrollable.

He was very worried, very scared, and kept staying in his dream, whether waiting until the end would really make him lose himself.

It was a challenge harder than life and death, and he had even begun to think that maybe this was what Blackface wanted to see.

He speculated that it was possible that Blackface was restricted by the rules that it was supposed to be the final test.

Only those who can break through the truth and falsehood can become the masters of the base, and can have enough wisdom to lead the Terrans forward.

So, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable Zhou Chen became, and finally embarked on the journey of battle in his own thousand thoughts.

As the totem of this tribe and the source of everything that provoked this war, he naturally could not be absent.

After three hours, the sky finally darkened, and the bright moon, like a disk, hung high in the sky.

In the passing and swaying of the torches, the shadowy crowd moved forward without hurry, and even rested from time to time.

Zhou Chen, who followed closely behind, was an apprentice who was nearly a few miles away from them, and there were only three or two middle-aged men by his side to guide him.

This was a war strategy set by the tribesmen themselves, and they decided to launch an inter-tribal attack in the middle of the night.

It's like a beast of prey, looking at the prey he is peeking at, and choosing the most suitable time and place to attack.

Undoubtedly, it was not a glamorous battle, especially in the wooded plains.

It's just that the arrow has to be fired, especially behind this arrow, the person standing is the god of everyone in their tribe.

The night was vast, and Zhou Chen followed the moonlight, looking at all the lonely scenes in this heaven and earth.

But he didn't feel cold, and he never had any remorse because of his actions.

Quietly on the contrary, his blood boiled even more, and even the snake body, which should have been cold-blooded, seemed to be burning.

He wanted to go crazy, he wanted to have a big fight, and he wanted to restore his state of mind to calm again.

No one knows when the flame from the blood began to burn.

But what Zhou Chen can be sure of is that if he doesn't hurry up, he will inevitably lose some precious things.

"What is it, family affection, friendship, or what treasure is written, why, I can't control myself!"

He looked at the darkness in front of him again, and in the night, two faint green lights streaked through.

At this scene, even the apprentices who had been close to him many times felt a little shuddering and felt boundless fear.

The two apprentices who had followed Zhou Chen out of the swamp in time, but they had never seen Zhou Chen's current appearance.

There is no warmth in the eyes, there is no calm and tranquility like spring, only violence, only blood, only madness.

They even thought in horror that God was such a terrible thing that they didn't even dare to come near.

And at this time, in reality, it was precisely when Luo and the others were suddenly attacked, and then the little fox almost died.

"What the hell is going on?"

The black face, which was originally busy collecting magnetic field data, suddenly stopped, and looked at Zhou Chen in front of him in a rather deep tone.

At this moment, Zhou Chen, although he was still lying quietly in the center of the base, his form was extremely wrong.

Whether it is the two more hideous and terrifying marks on the face, or the green tendons on the arms that are not covered by scales.

Without exception, they all proved to them one thing, Zhou Chen, was close to being out of control, from the body's instinctive loss of control.

However, they didn't know where the root cause of Zhou Chen's loss of control came from.

Is it his own problem, or is it interference from the outside world, or can it be attributed to the mysterious magnetic field on him?